<human>: Summarize the given text in a few sentences.

This actually happened a couple months ago. 

I was watching South Park before I went to bed. I got too tired to finish the episode, so I just closed my laptop lid. I wake up at 3am hearing South Park being played from my laptop for the quickest second. At first I think it's just my head fucking with me, but decide to take a look anyway.

I go into my living room and turn on my light. I lift the lid of my laptop and surprise, it continued from where I heard it in the bedroom. I close the lid, and look behind me. I see two shoes poking out of the closet, immediately freak out in my head. Calmly get up, turn off living room light, head to my room grab my cell phone. I go outside and call the cops.

Oh right, I'm transgendered, and I was just starting my transitional period at this time. So I ran outside in boyshorts, scared calling the cops. 10 minutes of them telling me to calm down and that they are on there way, they finally show up at my house. Me being naked wearing womens underwear, going to cry, tell them all that they need to know regarding my house.

They go into the house, and lo and behold, no one. No one is in the house. I tell them I saw shoes poking out of my god damn closet, and showed them where, and they think I saw a broom. The cops think I'm crazy, on drugs, or drunk. They do their thing, question me why I'm wearing womens underwear, explain my situation. They think its the pills fault (it's not), and still think I'm crazy. Now I can't sleep well anymore, and I don't want to call the cops due to embarrassment.

I wish I called the cops while inside the house, or near my entrance with a knife. Knowing this person is still out there, and hearing any noise at night keeps me up at night.
<bot>: Someone broke into my house, cops eventually came, see me in womens underwear, cops think I'm insane, can no longer get a good nights rest.