Booking

"So your name is ... Daniel Martinez?" The cop asked, looked bored at his computer.

"Danielle Martinez," you clarified. "Daniel is my deadname."

"Your what?" the cop said, looking at you for the first time. "Oh, you're one of those."

"What?" you asked, looking fierce and firm. "If you mean by those, yes I am a transgendered female."

"Whatever, not my business," the cop said, returning to his paperwork.

"Okay, so bail is paid, but the judge has put an ankle monitor on you. So you're restricted to Dade County for here on out. And maybe go to the DMV and get your information changed, because you're in the system as Daniel, buddy."

He put your ankle monitor around your slender ankle. It looked so out of place. So wrong. You felt his hand slide up the back of your skirt, copping a feel, making you go beet red with embarrassment to go along with the anger.

"I will," you said testily, grabbing the paperwork and heading out the door.