July 1981...went out for a walk one night about 1:00 a.m. in a neighbouring town, away from home....in a teal-blue miniskirt, matching waistcoat, white frilly blouse, tights and heels...God, what a glam-puss. Had my own long hair in those days and was passable... I'd been strutting around for a while, admiring myself in shop-windows when a patrol car went by; tried to hide but to no avail; one guy in it, slowed down, and then zoomed off to the local station, not far away. I knew I'd been spotted. Made my way back to my car but they got me on the way. He'd brought a female officer with him, presumably thinking I was a girl.
So...Good Evening!! He'd seen my car all by its lonesome in the local supermarket carpark and had checked it out...put 2 & 2 together; even in those days they had a computer-link.
The first question was...Who are you? So I told them the truth....had no documents on me but they knew anyway from my licence-plate, and I explained that I was just out for a walk by myself....that I was a TV.
He very courteously (and correctly) pointed out that I was putting myself in danger by wandering about dressed like that so late at night....and could possibly be charged with "breach of the peace" stuff.
I felt more sorry for the young policewoman in tow...she stood arms folded, head down leaning on their car....seemed embarrassed to look at me...I suspect she'd never encountered a real live transvestite before...bless her.
And so, he just told me to "get myself off home" and to be careful in future if I wanted to indulge my "whim" as he put it.
And that was it really....scared the shxt out of me, but also left me feeling that the world ain't quite so bad?
Oh yes, one other thing....he asked my DOB....and when I told him said something like "Is that your real age?". I took it as a compliment....