Not a police academy story exactly. . .
My brother was a policeman. When he graduated from the academy, I was in the Navy. His first assignment was the city jail. My father and I came one day for a tour. I was in dress uniform. When we passed through the "queens tank" where they held the gays and drag queens, etc., I was met with a chorus of "Oooh, a sailor!" and tons of whistles and catcalls. As soon as we left that area, my father and brother cracked up. I had certainly made a hit with the "queens' tank"!
To my gay brethren: My apologies for the "queens' tank" but that's what they called it! It may be named something more PC now. Actually, I believe they were segregated for their protection.