I’ve had a partial strip search at an airport. I’m trans, and didn’t realise that they pressed a button on the full body scanner to say if you’re male or female. I must have looked masculine enough for them to press the male button, but I also have a large chest for that to flag up.
I was really tired at the time so didn’t even think of that or the binder I was wearing when I was asked if I hand anything in my chest. The frisked me standing at the scanner and I kind of moved back when he put his hands on my chest. I’d only ever been frisked as female before, and they work around the area, so that touch surprised me. It also probably made me look more suspicious.
At that point I think I realised and tried to explain that I’m trans, but was taken to a room with the person who’d touched me and someone twice his size. When we got there I explained that I’m trans and it was probably picking up my breasts. They mentioned right too and I explained that was a binder to try and flatten my chest. I thought that would be it, but they said they’d need to see.
I was asked to take my shirt off and a lot of what happened between then and being allowed to put it back on is blurry. I can remember standing there in my binder and trousers and the trousers falling down when he lifted the bottom of my binder up. I’d already removed my belt. I know my chest was felt with the front of their hand over my binder, and that a hand was put in the front and arm holes. They went far enough in that my nipples were touched a few times. The thing I remember most clearly was him asking why my hands were shaking when I was doing the buttons on my shirt when I got dressed again.
I’m still not sure how I feel about it. At the time I was shocked and confused. Then immediately after angry because they didn’t do it in the way it should have been. It was a few years ago now and it’s been the start of a lot of role plays I’ve had. I actually think that helped me process what happened, as well as giving me a lot of enjoyment!