By Norah Blucher
We’ve all seen the little cartoon of “A Bad Day En Femme,” and I think it has been on Femulate a few times as well. The drawing depicts a damsel in distress besides a broken or smashed up car and sometimes even stating “it is still better than a good day at work.” The cartoon always makes me laugh.
It also fills me with dread though, as that was always my worst fear of going out. I’ve logged a few thousand miles behind the wheel as Norah and I know the day will come when something goes wrong. What would I do? Would I have a chance to change? Would I just go with it? A right many questions for sure.
That was until I met my friend Tiffany. At a recent outing, Tiffany brought up her worst outing, and I listened intently as she described her experience through my own worst nightmare as the beautiful damsel in distress we have all seen depicted. She agreed to let me share her story, as long as I wrote it, so what follows is what happened to her on a very bad day en femme a few years ago.
One “Smashing” Evening
Tiffany was all dolled-up and off to an evening outing with friends. Her clothes and shoes selected with care, her hair done to perfection, she was all set for a great night out on the town in Massachusetts. Off on her way, little did she know what a “smashing” night out to remember this would be.
Heading down the highway, a vehicle drifted across the line and Tiffany’s car was struck in front by a large truck causing her to spin across the road and smash the back side of her car. Air bags deployed, it all happened so fast that she was left in a bit of a daze for a brief time. Tiffany, most thankfully, was unhurt except for a scrape on her left palm from the airbag, but as she regained her composure, thoughts raced through her head.
What do I do? She thought. She had an emergency change of clothes with her, but was there time to change quickly? Funny how given the circumstances, her first thought was being caught out en femme. I can’t say I would have been different though, as we all often live in fear that being found out would be the worst thing ever.
Her mind raced a few seconds before she smartly realized she was still in the middle of the highway and needed to get to safety, which is what she did. With little choice at this point, Tiffany resigned that she would just have to deal with the situation as she was and prepare for the worst.
Here Comes the Calvary
It was not long before a host of first responders descended upon the scene. State Police officers, firefighters, EMS personnel and a tow truck driver all turned out to the scene of Tiffany’s accident, but their response was a bit unexpected for her. No one snickered and no onlookers stopped to see the femulator on the side of the road.
As she described it, the situation was handled with complete professional demeanor. They all ensured she was okay and took her license and paperwork, and got a brief statement from her with no mention whatsoever about being out as Tiffany. The truck that struck her was some distance ahead on the side of the road and the police did the same for the other driver and gave each driver the other’s information.
The large truck was still operable, though the same could not be said for Tiffany’s car,and in short order the tow truck was taking her car away from the scene, as well as Tiffany herself. Tow trucks, if you have ever dealt with them, can usually not take you home, but are obligated to get you to a safe place if necessary. In this case they took Tiffany’s car to a garage and deposited her at a local shopping center off the highway, where she was able to call for an Uber ride home.
The Damage Report
Tiffany’s night out was certainly ruined, but it could have been so much more dreadful and she was very thankful for that. In the end, she blames herself for the whole ordeal and was glad it turned out okay. It was also a surprise in some regards that the whole situation was not the hugely embarrassing ordeal we all (myself included) would have expected. No one cared that she was dressed as a woman and she was treated with the courtesy and respect anyone would expect and deserves.
Though no one ever wants to be in this situation to find out for themselves, Tiffany’s ordeal gave me a sense of relief and I felt it important to share, as I hope it does for you as well. Though we must always be careful, perhaps a bit more so than others even, calamities of life will always happen and we cannot let the fear of those things keep us inside. We sometimes fill our heads with our own fear and forget we are not the first femulator to break down, have an accident or get a flat tire. Tiffany and I even joked that with a flat tire or anything else, we might get help quicker en femme than we would otherwise as well, LOL.
So, loves, I hope this was a good story for you all, and questions or comments are always welcome below or you can e-mail me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me. I will also relay any messages to Tiffany as well. I’d love to hear about your worst experience en femme and how you got through it, so please share!
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For me it was a burned out taillight in San Mateo, CA. I was pulled over and soon thereafter I was surrounded by a half dozen patrol cars and each and every officer came up to my car window for a laugh. I was eventually sent on my way with a fix-it ticket, but I was thoroughly humiliated. This in 1983.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Donna. It is right sad this happened, and I hope the same would not happen today, but I am sure it does at times.
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A member of our support group was going home after a meeting and her car caught fire. She was a member of the town’s volunteer fire department and all her friends came rushing to fight the fire.
ReplyDeleteTalk about being OUTED.
They had to recognized her car but nobody said anything.
Thanks for sharing Diana! Glad to see a big deal was not made of it. Doubly embarrassing when you are in the fire dept. and have a fire.
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Great story, Norah! I was happy to see Tiffany was treated with respect and she was okay. I do get out a lot as Kathryn and for the most part, I generally don't think about possible issues on the road. But, it is a fear in the background as to how I would deal with it and what would be the consequences. Please send my best to Tiffany!
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Thanks Kathryn! I will pass that on to Tiffany : )
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Thank you for sharing Tiffany's story, Sweetie
ReplyDeleteThank you Julie!
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I have had car troubles twice while en femme (a dead battery and a flat tire). In both cases, gentlemen came to my rescue. I wonder if I would have received help if I was in boy mode and not wearing high heels and a short skirt!
ReplyDeleteHi Stana! I broke down in boy mode two months ago and waited over an hour for AAA. A few people did stop to see if I needed help, but just to see if I had help on the way. Most just drove by though. I’m sure heels and skirts are not required, but it definitely speeds things up!
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I'm in boy mode most of the time. I turned seventy this past year and I find that all of a sudden younger women and young men will hold doors for me when I enter or exit a store or restaurant.
DeleteI suspect if those same women or men saw me in gal mode they'd never hold the door.
Emily
There is not too much a person can do when she (or he) is involved in an accident other than to just roll with it. In the past when I ventured out en femme I always did a walk-around my car: checking headlights, tail lights, turn signals and the gas gauge. I have always encouraged drivers to make sure they are in compliance with the laws of the state they are visiting. In my state, if you are pulled over with an expired license or no insurance, it is usually written citation. However, I have read accounts in other states that driving without insurance is a criminal offense and the person did end up sitting in the local jail. That makes me tremble.
ReplyDeleteHi there! No, you really are stuck to face the music in an accident or getting pulled over. Good shout though about checking the car out. Could save some grief down the road.
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I was stopped whle dressed in our local gay neighborhood, Hillcrest, I went straight from a left hand turn lane. Everyone found it amusing at my support group "going straight in Hillcrest" The cop was nice enough but still gave me a ticket. He didn't care how I was dressed as long as I was. I had to go to court but didn't have to go as Sallee, although I sure if I did it would have been fine
ReplyDeleteThat is a funny story Sallee : ). If you went to court as Sallee, I wonder if you would have got credit for bravery dear?
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York Maine Tollbooth.
ReplyDeleteBefore I transitioned I was coming back from my brother’s in Maine I was next inline to pay the toll.
I see the lady in the toll booth duck down????
All of sudden WHAM! Bang. A car goes between the booth and me, a few seconds later I would have had my arm out with the money and it would have been cut off at the elbow. The car kept on going and I was kind of stunned, the lady comes out of the tollbooth, grabs my two dollars and tells me to pull over on the side of the road, the other guy did the same.
The state police pulls up behind me, he see me dressed as Diana, looks at my drivers licensed and asks, what would you like me to call mama? He called me Diana all the time and the paperwork all had my male name on.
As he was turning away he asked if I paid the toll, I said yes… but he didn’t! The cop marches down to the other guy.
In another accident after I transitioned at the Bourne Rotary South (I know it was the Bourne Rotary South because of the accident report)
ReplyDeleteAnother Wham Bang thank you mama. A woman went down the side of my, hit on the driver side rear quarter and went down the side of my car and took off the front bumper. As we were exchanging information I gave her my business car with my contact information, she saw I was the executive director of trans organization… and she starts to praise me for the work I do, and gushes out that she is so proud to meet me (Never mind that she plowed down the side of my car).
On the way back to CT, I stop at a hardware store and buy a roll of duct tape to hold my car together.