On the night of July 26 I worked the 3-11 shift and we were overly busy. Several people were injured in a senseless, needless auto accident, gun complaints and petty complaints all added to my tense mood. The only good item I could see in the evening was a wedding reception for a member of our Department who had married that afternoon. As soon as I could clear my reports I zipped home, changed clothes and headed for the reception all set to have a party. I really intended to relax and let some of the festivities take the tension out of me but it didn't work that way.

As I downed 1, 2, 3, 4 drinks I found myself eyeing the women and their clothing. By now I was feeling good but I ignored the warning to lay off the liquor when TV is bothering very much. In short, I got "bombed." The more I thought about TV the more I drank and the worse the TV urge became. Finally at 4:00 a.m. I made it home. Any sensible person would have crawled into bed and collapsed, but not me. By now the TV urge coupled with my state of intoxication had be- come irresistible and I had to dress. I showered and shaved my legs. Normally I do not shave my legs during the summer months but now I did. My one remaining ounce of common sense prevented me from shaving my arms. As I previously said, I am a Police Officer and I would look and feel sort of silly with clean shaven arms sticking out of a short-sleeve shirt. It would also bring some embarrassing ques- tions.

Time flew on and it was 5:30 a.m. before I had myself completely dressed from my freshly styled wig to my 3" heels. Looking in the mirror I could see what I "thought" was a nice-looking woman. The wig was nicely styled, the make-up on correctly, my yellow, three- piece suit fit comfortably and my black patent heels set everything off perfectly.

I was still high on liquor and I hadn't caught hold of myself yet. As I looked at the mirror and felt sorry for myself that I could not have been dressed at the reception the idea occurred to me, "Why not go to Mass as a woman?" In my intoxicated state I could think of no reason not to, so donning a pair of long gloves and a head covering off I went. This is not the first time I have gone out dressed but it had been at least five years since I had done so. I had no problem at all driving the car with high heels on. Upon arriving at the Church, I was very confident of myself as I parked my car and walked into the Church. I found a pew and took my place just as Mass started.

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