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Biloxi Blues by Allyssa Davis
The following is a true story to the best of my
recollection
The year was 1995, May as I recall. I had just spent 19
months on the road working in close quarters with other
people so I unfortunately could not practice in my secret
obsession. I year and 3 months prior I had broken up with a
woman that taught me some points as far as dressing as a
woman and taught me makeup tips. It was all in fun for her
at first, indulging my secret desires, however my
compulsion to crossdress at every opportunity led to our
parting ways on very unfriendly terms.
So here I was in Biloxi, Mississippi living on my own
able to practice the art of female impersonation at my
leisure. I could and did shave my legs, arms, and chest so
that they were absent of any hair, wear makeup, lingerie,
dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes of my choice. I refined
my makeup techniques until I felt that I was not going to
get any better and paraded around my apartment for over a
month, but needed more. I decided that it was time to
venture outside and feel the cool night air against my legs
as I walked through the deserted streets.
Once I had decided to go outside the apartment dressed
as a woman I had to build up the nerve to actually do it.
Easier said than done. It took me 5 nights of repeatedly
applying and adjusting my makeup and numerous clothing
changes only to chicken out due to some noise and retreat
off of the porch and back into the safety of my apartment.
finally, on the 6th night I made it off of the porch and
walked down the street a couple hundred feet and back. That
was quite an accomplishment if I say so myself. Those of
you that have actually gone out in public remember their
first time and know what I am talking about.
On the following night, night number 7, I went all the
way down the street, crossed the highway and walked out on
the fishing pier. What a liberating experience that was. I
was sweating, and my heart was pounding the whole time. I
was dressed in a denim skirt, white blouse, nude nylons,
ankle socks and my white Keds sneakers. As I returned to my
apartment, my landlord's dog began barking and he turned
his lights on to see what the commotion was all about. I
managed to slip in with out being detected, I think!
After that near miss it took me several nights to
muster up the courage to venture out again, but once I had
been out, I had to do it again. This time I wore the same
denim skirt, a red sweater, tan pantyhose, and black low
heel pumps. I walked up the street the other way, made a
right turn walked up a block, made another right and headed
for the beach. Along the way a car kept driving by me. The
driver kept talking to me and I would not make eye contact.
he offered me a ride, and I squeaked out in my best/ worst
female voice "No thank you, I am almost home. He was trying
to pick up on me thinking I was a hooker or something.
Being a casino town, it was not too far fetched that a
woman walking alone at 1 am was a working girl. finally he
figured out that I wasn't selling what he wanted to buy and
he left me alone in search of a more willing target. I made
a right on the highway, picking up the pace a bit and
headed for home. I was thrilled that I was mistaken for a
woman, even a hooker, but relieved that he gave up and did
not find out that I was a male and give me a beating or
worse.
Although it was getting easier to go out in public, I
was once again housebound due to that experience. It took
me a week to go out again dressed as a woman. I finally
treaded off of the porch again about a week later, but it
would be the last time in Biloxi.
Like I said, it took about a week before I ventured
outside again and I decided to play it safe and stay off of
the highways. I would stick to the residential streets. The
mistake I made though was not scouting out the neighborhood
in the daytime to see what was around the corner. That
particular night I dressed in a short black jumper that
showed a lot of leg, a black long sleeve leotard under it,
black tights and black maryjane shoes. I composed this
outfit around the maryjanes as they were and still are my
favorite style of shoes. (I have about 10 pairs of them now
in different heel heights and finishes)
I headed out of the apartment, walked toward the beach,
made a right then down a block, then made another right. So
far so good! To my horror I was approaching the police
station and as I went across the driveway a K-9 unit was
making a left into the parking lot. I guess the dog sensed
my fear and went absolutely nuts in the back of the car.
The officer slowly went past me and into the parking lot.
That was a close call! I decided it was time to get home
and picked up the pace as I did on the last outing. About 5
minutes later, the worst of my fears came true. I was just
turning on my street suddenly the K-9 unit pulled up next
to me. The officer addressed me as "Miss" and told me to
stop walking so he could talk to me. A few seconds later
another car came up and I had to face the police.
When they got out of their cars and came up close to me
they figured out that I was not what I seemed, I was indeed
a man in drag. One officer interrogated me while the other
one ran my ID through the computer. He asked me why I was
dressed as a woman. I stammered as I came up with the best
story I could that I lost a bet and had to go out of the
house dressed for losing the bet. He did not buy my story
and asked me if I was gay. Remember this is a small town,
and like most of America they believed that only gay men
crossdressed. It seems that a lot of people still think
cross dressers are gay to this day. although I denied the
accusation, he still assumed that I was gay and further
concluded that the reason I was out there at night dressed
as a woman was because I was a transvestite prostitute. He
continued prodding me until I finally told him that there
was no bet. I confessed that I just liked dressing in
women?s clothing and felt safer from detection at night.
To add to my humiliation, he made me stand against a
building while he took my picture a couple of times with a
Polaroid camera. The first fully dressed, and the second
one without my wig. Meanwhile the other officer was still
running my ID. Finally the other officer came back saying
that I was okay. He told me that crossdressing was not a
crime, but they would keep their eye on me. Before letting
me go they told me if they found me out at night again
dressed that they would take me in for suspicion of
prostitution, because I was in an area that prostitutes
worked and this was my first and last warning. I assured
them that they would not see me out again unless I was
dressed in my male clothing. As I was leaving they were
joking with me and said they stopped another man walking
down the street on the other side of town a few months back
who also told them he lost a bet. He said the he almost
arrested him for wearing white shoes after labor day. I
said goodbye to them and hurried home, never to venture out
dressed again in Biloxi. That is what gave me the "Biloxi
Blues".
After that experience, it didn't take me long to decide
to move out of Biloxi. I figured that any time I was to
meet up with the police later, the dispatcher would tell
them about the "Field Interrogation Report" they had on me
and I would not get a fair shake no matter what I was
wearing.
I would appreciate your comments and recounts of your
experiences. If you have something to share just drop me a
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