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My Storyme lean against the wall so he could “pat search” me as cameras and otherofficers watched. He squeezed my breasts so hard that tears came to myeyes and my knees buckled. He screamed, “What gender are you?” I replied,“Female.” He screamed, “This paperwork says you a male.” I replied, “Mygender is female, my sex is male, and my orientation is a certified TranssexualWoman.” He stepped back, looked me up and down, and said, “ Idon’t know how to handle this,” and called a female LT over to search medown. She took one look at me and said, “I got this one,” patted me down,and took me to the infirmary to be housed.The next day I went before the Magistrate, still in my dress, as awoman, to have bail denied me and taken back to my one-person cellin the infirmary. Later on, I sent a complaint form in and asked aboutthe jail’s policy on the treatment of transsexual prisoners because I feltI was mistreated. A female, Captain Pokoodo, was called to handle mycomplaint and was very understanding and issued orders clearing the wayfor me to get panties, bras, my HRT medications and depression meds Iwas taken to TDCJ Byrd Unit by special transport squad car. WilliamsonCounty Jail wanted to pass this “hot potato” on to TDCJ as soon as possible,in hopes that I would not file charges and a lawsuit against them.In the intake of TDCJ at Byrd Unit, transsexual women areSTRIPPED OF THEIR IDENTITIES AND DIGNITY. I was put in acaged area where over 200 men witnessed, gawked, and made fun of me.Some made passes, some made lewd comments, and others made knowntheir desire to have sex with me. The officers shouted comments at melike “Yea, now you got to pull your nuts back out and be a man,” “Yourcellie is going to REALLY be glad to see you,” and “Are those REAL tits orsilicone?” Then I was forced to strip off my clothes, bra, panties and standnude in front of them while I changed clothes. This generated a lot of“cat calls,” whistles, and more lewd comments. The floor Sgt got so madhe pulled me out, emptied the barber shop out, and ordered the barberto “skin him like and onion and cut those DAMN NAILS.” The barbershaved my head and handed me a pair of nail clippers. The LT came in,looked at my pink finger and toe nails, asked what they were painted withand took off furious towards the infirmary. He comes back with somedifferent kinds of pads and told me to wipe them clean. When the polishwouldn’t come off, I informed him it would require polish remover totake it off and his face turned so red I thought it would pop, as he stormedoff saying “We’ll see about that.” The Capt came back with a nurse andmore pads. When she couldn’t take the polish off he said, “You don’t211