In order to get a better idea of the way TSA treats amputees, and because I was worried that my treatment in Cleveland was partially my own fault, I decided to tell the agent right away that I wear a prosthetic leg. As soon as I walked through the metal detector, I 'fessed up.
She made me wait in a glass booth until another agent came over and took me to the holding area. I was then patted, wanded, and swabbed in exactly the same manner as I had been in Cleveland.
Wait, no. There was a slight difference...my breasts got touched instead of my crotch this time.