Damsel to the Rescue!

By Norah Blucher

Recently I wrote about my friend Tiffany who was in a car crash en femme, which sparked a lot of lively conversations about being helped and treated like a lady during mishaps in life while en femme. Stana herself had a few stories about being helped with a car issue by some chaps in a parking lot and wrote about being a damsel in distress. And was treated kindly by a police officer who showed her where to go at a conference. 

It was never lost on me though, that we are probably one of the most capable groups of girls out there! Here on the blog and femulators I know elsewhere, often have military experience, work trades and have a number of very non-girly hobbies and skills, myself included. The validation of being helped is nice, especially if someone changes your tire while you are dressed to the nines and anyone should appreciate some assistance no matter how they are presenting, though I bet many of us could get out of a jam on our own, if need be, capable modern girls we are.

I knew my day would eventually come and I was surprised it had not already. My car currently screams down the highway like a Stuka after a Russian tank. Turning up the volume on Kesha tracks has mitigated the issue so far, but I have scheduled a service, LOL. Little did I know however that car trouble was on the horizon for me and it would not even involve my car!

The Long Way Home

I was recently heading home after an extended trip, had just enjoyed a nice dinner with an old friend, who got to meet Norah for the first time and was ecstatic about sleeping in my own bed for the first time in over a week. Knackered as I was though, I still had one more task to check off my list. Groceries! I knew I had little food at home and though it was frigid and late, at 8:45 on a Wednesday evening, I found myself grocery shopping.

The store was mostly deserted and I noted almost all of the few other shoppers were rather strange appearing males. Though maybe they found the blonde femulator odd in her cashmere sweater, pencil skirt, fur-trimmed coat and 3.5-inch heeled boots clicking down the aisles like Zsa Zsa Gabor, LOL. Truth be told, I was not paying much attention to anyone, nor they to me.

My one brief interaction involved a bloke who was attempting to go down the same exit lane as me from the self-service kiosks at the check-out. We got there at the same time and I stopped. He waved me through. I guess I hesitated, so when I went to push my trolley through, he went to walk past and we both stopped. We played “Who goes first?” another round or two before I finally went by. He appeared a rough, hardworking fellow in well-worn clothes, but gave me a kind smile as I walked past and I thanked him.

Turn Me On Lady!

I made my way out to the parking lot and was loading my groceries into car when I heard a commotion behind me. Turning around I saw the bloke who had let me pass by at the check-out, propping up the bonnet of his car, phone in hand, telling someone on the other end that the car was dead. I watched for a moment, before he noticed me. Our eyes locked and he asked in a desperate voice, “Can you give me a jump?”

I froze for a second. Part of it was realizing I’m not a particularly imposing looking woman in a rather vacant parking lot with a bloke calling after me for help. I was also partly wondering if I’d have to empty my entire boot to get the jumper cables next to the spare or if he might have some. It was just a second though and I suddenly realized I had just the ticket and called out I had a booster pack and would be right over!

Entering my car, I retrieved the little HALO booster pack under my seat, placed my phone and keys from my purse in my pocket and locked my purse in the car. 

I began to get everything out of the little bag when suddenly this bloke came over to me to watch what I was doing. (Note to your males selves, in this type of situation, let the girl come to you! It was a bit unnerving.) 

Looking back, I think he was just curious what I was doing, or perhaps thought I needed male assistance with a car thing. I made some conversation as I assembled the cables onto the battery and asked how long the car was sitting. He replied it had just been while he was in the store a short time. I assured him these things happened and I had the little booster as I’ve gotten to my car in airport parking lots to find I left a light on or something and it was dead when I returned.

Anyway, booster in hand I waltzed over to his car and placed my head under the bonnet looking for the battery, when he suddenly illuminated it with the torch on his phone and noted which terminal was which. I guessed he noticed I was a blonde and needed to be told such things, LOL.

He got back in the car and when the light on the booster turned green I told him to give it a try. The car struggled for a second and then roared to life! I unhooked the cables and he got back out and gave me a sincere, but somewhat embarrassed, “Thank you so much.” 

I told him it was no problem and went back to my car and we went our separate ways into the night.

After Thoughts

Though unexpected and mildly unnerving, I felt good having helped someone in need. If the tables were turned and I was stranded in a parking lot on a frigid night, I would hope someone would help me, too. I am always touting that we are our own best advocates as well and I’ve no idea if he liked our type, thinks were are dreadful heathens or has not ever thought about us much at all. Perhaps he had no idea what I was even and I passed the whole time and he was floored that this well-heeled damsel could jump a car without assistance. But if not though, I hope he remembers the kind femulator who helped him.

So loves, that was certainly an unexpected encounter, but I’d like to know if you have ever found yourself in this tables turned situation or ever surprised someone with something you knew as a girl. Questions or comments are welcome below or you can email me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me.

Wearing Ann Taylor

John Davidson femulating on a 1974 episode of television's The Streets of San Francisco.