Car trouble while dressed en femme?

[Nicolette01]

Has anyone ever experienced any car trouble while dressed en femme, such as getting stuck in the snow or mud, getting a flat tire, stalled or run out of gas or car wouldn't start? And if you did what kind of attention (good or bad) did your predicament attract to you?

[Emily Ann Brown]

I pulled off the highway one time..for a picture with the view. This family pulled over to help me. I told them the car was just fine. But the lady insteaded they wait till I was done because "It isn't safe out here for a beautiful woman alone!" (Done I know it!!!!!!)


Em

[noeleena]

Hi,

Its more likely i do the stoping & helping as i carry gear for getting out of probs. so allways dressed. yea well no probs .

...noeleena...

[Nicolette01]

Pretty interesting Emily.

[Tammy V]

Last fall I was driving in the dark down a 4 lane interstate highway to go to another city, meet a girlfriend and go to a club. I was completely dressed except I had not put on my nails and jewelry yet when I felt my right front tire go down. I always keep some male clothes and shoes in the car and what I did was take my wig off, put male sweat pants and a tshirt over my dress and got out and changed the tire. In the dark and with many many cars whizzing by me I got the tire changed and got back on the road. No one stopped and I am glad, although to anyone driving by I doubt they could tell I had on makeup, and I was presenting as a man at that moment. Going down the road with the donut tire on, I took the articles of male clothes off, put my hair back on, sanitized my hands and proceeded on. Some friends have since told me they also keep a baseball cap and makeup remover pads handy in case something like this happens. Had someone stopped and come up to me I would have looked very odd with my makeup for the club on, but I would have been glad my nails were not painted this time.

[RachelOKC]

I've had car trouble a few times.

The first time was about 13 years ago and wasn't my car. About four of us were going on a two hour drive to a meeting upstate when oil smoke started coming out from under the hood and filling the car. We pulled to the side of the freeway and all got out. The car's owner popped the hood and a girl who was an industrial mechanic took a look at the problem. It became obvious that oil was dripping onto the exhaust manifold and was burning up, causing the smoke. It turned out that some oil had been spilled during an oil change earlier that same day and was causing the problem. Oil wiped up, we all climbed back in the car and went on without further incident other than perhaps smelling a bit smoky. It was interesting that with a car pulled to the side of the road and four ladies standing about, not one car pulled over. We were speculating afterward if it was because of a decline in community values or if we really just looked that scary.

Another time, about 8 years ago, I was headed out to meet some friends and found the car battery dead. I'd have preferred to have my housemate help jump start the car, but she wasn't home so I called AAA. The truck was there in about 20 minutes and the guy was very courteous and had the car started in minutes. It occurred to me that he'd probably seen far more interesting than some ordinary TG. I did wind up getting outed to the duplex neighbor as they came back and saw me out with the AAA guy but I didn't really care. We never said more than "hi" in any case and if they didn't know that my housemate was TG, then they were blind. The neighbor did move out just a few weeks later, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't because of their tranny neighbors. I think.

[Loni]

on the way to a social during a bright and hot day had a front tire blow out, and i forgot the key to unlock the bed box so i could not get to the gear to change a tire, had to call a tow, and they did not have the right equipment to change my tire so got a tow home all dressed up, in summer light things.
should have seen the "boys" in the garage (bedroom community) run when my tire went a big bang i guess they thought it was a gun. just glad they did not shoot back.

Loni

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[Pythos]

Walking back from Rocky Horror, dressed in my black spandex mini, hose and heels, wig, and makeup, along with my friends in more wild outfits (I just went androgynous, they did the full Rocky Horror stuff), we approached my bug and saw a big puddle of oil under the engine.
Being the owner of an aircooled beetle, one knows a road side repair is inevitable. So I opened the trunk, got the drop cloth, and rags, and while dressed in my outfit proceeded to work on my bug.

We must have been a sight. When I went under I had one of my freinds block the view while facing away from me, though I think it was too dark to look up my dress.

Turned out the valve cover lock wire was too loose, so I did some work to tighten it up, and we were road worthy.

Usually when I go somewhere in my garb I bring a change of clothes, but this night I was with my friends, so there was no need for that.

[mala]

I had an experience, when I was on my way back from a club, fully dressed, no male clothes and the car I was driving (a rental) ran out of gas at around 2.30am. This was one of my first ventures out enfemme and I had a complete brain fart in that when I put stuff in my purse I only took cash and then not a huge amount and no cards at all. when I realise that the car was running low on gas I made the calculation that I could just about get back on the fuel left, the money left over after paying club entrance fee and driving in max eco mode. So on I went had a great evening and started my journey home (around 80 miles). I maxed it out till the last service station and got some fuel with small cash I had left, this involved filling the car in the gas station and going to pay, a few looks but no hassle. My luck was not in as the fuel pump must have been faulty because when I was on the freeway, I saw that my gauge had hardly moved and I must not have got all the gas I paid for. So by the time I got 3/4 home I was running on fumes and pulled into a gas station, by this time I was off the freeways and onto ordinary roads with no issues about stopping.

So with as much feminine elegance as I could muster I made my way to the operator and having explained my predicament asked if there was any way I could get some fuel and either pay indirectly via my bank over the phone or come back later and pay, as I expected there was a negative response.

As I was talking another car pulled up and this was a taxi, desperate times call for desperate measures (No, nothing untoward :-) and I walked across and explained my predicament in best "damsel in distress" manner appealing to his sense of chivalry and asked if he would loan me £10 to buy gas to get home. which with relief he did and after giving me his address I was able to get some fuel and make my way home without further incident.

The being dressed part was not the problem, If I had been able to change into male clothes I do not think that the taxi driver would have been as accommodating. It was the stupidity of not having multiple means of paying for goods which was my undoing. Needless to say every time I leave the house the car is full before hand and I have cash and cards with me.

[nancigirl]

I had quite an interesting experience a few years ago with "car trouble" while enfemme. I had just come from an electrology session, and was dressed fully enfemme. As i left from the appointment, I only got about two blocks from that building when---very suddenly--my car caught fire! (turned out to be a gasoline leak near the engine.) All I had time to do was to pull over to the curb, stop my car, grab my purse and exit the vehicle. I had not planned on being outside for a long time in the outfit i wore that day: short skirt, top, heels, etc.--and only a light jacket. Well, it was below freezing that day and the wind was around 25 to 30 mph. Very chilly! I walked a distance away from my car, as I feared that it might explode. btw, This all happened on a Saturday afternoon near a busy intersection in the middle of a major shopping area.
Long story short, everyone was very helpful and nice to me that day in that difficult situation: the police, the firemen, the tow-truck driver who hauled the burned hulk of a car to the junkyard. And also all of the passersby---especially the women; several of them asked if I was OK and if they could help.

Although this was a very scary experience, in retrospect it is a very nice memory. This did happen in an upscale shopping area, so that may have been a factor re how well I was treated by everyone there. Not even an "odd" glance from anyone. To this day, I am very grateful for their kindness.

[DonnaT]

I had a flat once. However I always carry a change of clothes just in case, especially since I'd hate to get my dress dirty changing a tire.

[AllieSF]

Just this year I was dressed and going to a meet up in San Francisco on a Friday evening. Halfway there my battery light came on and the volt meter started to drop accordingly and too quickly. I knew that I did not have much time before the car would stop completely. I decided to exit the freeway as soon as possible in an area I was somewhat familiar with. I was looking for a gas station as a safe haven to stop and have the car checked. Luckily, I saw a car repair shop for my make of car and drove right into their garage and parked with the engine running. I talked to one of the mechanics and when the shop owner came back from a break agreed to leave the car there and call the next Monday to see what the problem was and decide or not to have him repair it. The wonderful part of this story is that from a nice conversation with the shop owner, I found out that he played golf with one of his friends who would occasionally show up to play as a woman. So, it was not a surprise or new experience for him.

Since I go out all the time, I was not afraid to deal with the problem at hand, the car issue, and did not worry at all about how I was dressed. It takes a while to get to this mental point in our CD/TG life, but it is so rewarding in these everyday life occurrences to make life go on the same whether in male or female mode.

[msginaadoll]

A few years ago I had an incident. I was attending a CD party which took place in downtown Detroit in a warehouse district. The parking was on the alley about 300 yards from the enterance. It was a kind of fetish anything goes party and I was younger(maybe 12 years ago). My outfit consisted of a leather miniskirt, satin blouse, fishnets and high heel boots. During the time I was in the party it had been snowing and ended up getting about 4 to five inches. I left the party around 1am, walking down the alley and back to my car. My Neon when I was backing up got stuck in deeper snow and the more I tried to get out the deeper and more stuck it appeared to get. I got out of my car, attempting to push it out of the snow, but jumped in when I saw two men heading my way. All thoughts of terrible things flashed through my mind as they approached my car and knocked on the window. I rolled the window down and one of the men asked, "Miss, do you need a push." I said yes, and after huffing and puffing they got my car unstuck. I offered them money for the help and they turned me down, just saying "Drive safe." I was so thankful that night I ran into some nice guys. The Eastern Market are I was in was fairly isolated, and other than my party didnt see any other folks around.

[Samanthascloset]

Knock on wood Ive never had trouble but pack a suitcase full of everything to undo what I did! (they dont make phone booths anymore)

[Vanessa Storrs]

Never had any problems but when I am carrying just a small purse I make sure it has my drivers license, my AAA card and my ATM card.

[Nicolette01]

Sounds like some interesting situations here. Some of you may know that I dress to satisfy a pedal pumping fetish (which I haven't done in over a year + now) and have never fully dressed-heels and hose is as far as I've gone. I did try make up once at home when alone, but never after that.

I was out one night in an industrial development which was under construction. It was a cold winter night and I headed out with my pantyhose on under my jeans wearing socks and shoes since I cannot head out of the house en femme without getting spotted and my wife wasn't home yet so off I went to do some pedal pumping.

As I entered a desolate area of the development, I pulled over and removed my shoes, socks and jeans and proceeded to drive (with the traction control off )around on the snowy and icy streets, pushing the pedal and spinning my wheels as I went. I was wearing some very strappy red heels, the kind of sandals you would wear with an evening gown-about a 3" heel, I thought they were very feminine and sexy.

There was nobody around-a light snow was falling to add to the already slippery streets. As I came to the end of the road, I proceeded to begin to turn around and as I was backing up to begin heading out I found myself struggling a bit as the snow had been windrowed by a snowplow during the last snowfall-my wheels began to spin and as I kept pushing the gas they grabbed briefly and went over the curb into a void left because the curbs had not been backfilled.

I put the shifter in drive and proceeded to move forward-but all that happened was the sound of futile wheelspin-I was stuck-the wheel was wedged in behind the curb and the other wheel was still in the windrowed snow and ice.

I began to rock the vehicle, gently at first, then becoming more desperate to escape my trap I began to rock harder and harder, finding myself rocking in the seat to try to gain some momentum, all the while looking at my foot in those sexy heels and hose and my legs in the sexy panty hose-the sight alone was turning me on-as I looked up from this sight I saw lights coming towards me from a distance-OMG I thought I was busted. Youths on quads were approaching and I really didn't have time to get my male garb back on-this had to have been the longest 20-30 seconds in my life-OMG I thought what if they stop to help me?

Luckily they continued on-headed past me into a vast amount of open acreage adjacent to the development, never to be seen again. As I watched them disappear a sigh of relief came out of me like I had never experienced before.

I then continued to attempt extricating myself from my predicament-finally placing the vehicle in 4lo, and even that didn't work at first. I had to continue to rock it hard to gain any traction and after about 5 minutes had myself out.

I am so grateful that those guys didn't stop to help me!!

[Cheryl T]

So far that hasn't happened to me. We've been lucky not to have any car trouble when out. I used to carry an "emergency kit" with male clothes just in case and now I don't even bother with that. If something happens I just hope I don't have to change a flat on a rainy night while I'm in my nicest dress (wouldn't want it to get ruined). If I have to call AAA and deal with the man who comes so be it.

[Nicolette01]

I think the big factor is whether one is accustomed to being out en femme on a normal basis versus one who does not get out very often. I am curious to hear from more of my friends here.

[Jennifer in CO]

we live in a rural area, and a lake we will sometimes visit during the summer is also in the area about 10 miles down the road. Wife and I decided one hot afternoon to run down to the lake. With both of us wearing only bikini's with a cover shirt we headed down to the lake. After about 2 hours of swimming we headed home only to get maybe 2 miles when a rear tire went flat. I first thought about slow driving it home but my wife convinced me that that would void the warranty so I pulled over and we changed it...wearing nothing more than a bikini. Thankfully no one came by during that time period but I'm sure it would have been a funny site...2 girls changing a flat in their bikini's on a dirt road.... the silly things we do...

Jenn

[Cynthia Anne]

Been there a couple of times! Once, I had a dead battery and walked four blocks to home wearing a dress and four inch heels in a foot of snow! A few people asked me if I wanted a ride, but I declined! Once, well this wasn't really car trouble but could of been real trouble! I was at a club and at 2am, I was too drunk to drive!! It was very cold out side and I decided to walk home! Wearing a dress and heels a policeman stopped and gave me a ride to my home! Every thing turned out just fine!

[Nicolette01]

That would be an interesting sight...two girls in bikinis changing a tire!

[Jilmac]

It happened last June on the way home from Pridefest. My friend Gale and I were riding in my car when the lights dimmed and the car started to sputter until it stalled on a very dark residential street. A young man, I'd say late teens or early twenties, stopped and offered a jump. Hoping it would give me enough juice in the battery to make it home (about 6 miles), I accepted the jump. We got the car started, I thanked him and offered money which he refused telling me he "was helping two damsels in distress". I turned off everything electrical except the headlights and drove off hoping to make all the green lights.

Gale and I were able to make it another three miles when the car quit again. Fortunately I was on a long downhill incline and was able to coast and pick up some speed for the next six blocks. As I approached the intersection I could see that there was an uphill incline much steeper than the one I was on, so I turned into the parking lot of a car dealership which was closed for the weekend. With about three miles left and neither of us wishing to walk, I called AAA and waited.

About forty minutes later a tow truck arrived. The driver read both of us but treated us like ladies as he loaded my heap on his flatbed and drove us back to my house. He unloaded my car into my parking space and told us "have a good night ladies". Gale and I talked about the experience and said the driver would probably have quite a story to tell whan he got back to his garage. Even though I had car trouble there were no negative consequenses from the two people who helped us so the evening didn't turn out that bad after all.

[NathalieX66]

One night I was driving home from a TG support group meeting, and I had a tire blowout on a rural section of the highway. Luckily, I limped into a commuter train station parking lot. The minute I pulled in, a cop pulled up near me and sat there for close to ten minutes, then drove off. I had a cell phone to my ear and waved him off, that's why he left. II'm in a sundress & wedge heels, mind you.

I did manage to do the reverse Clark Kent behind some pine trees near the railroad tracks, and switch to jeans and T-shirt. My mascara was still on. Then I changed my tire and drove off.

Another time I was driving home en femme at 2 am, and a cop in my hometown follow me to my driveway because I had one headlamp out, but he did not stop me.

That's about it.

[Nicolette01]

Nathalie you seem to be a "cop" magnet!!!

[Daphne Renee]

No luckily that has never happened to me.

[Nicole Brown]

Last year I had driven to one of the local outlet malls to do a little shopping. When I came back to my car it wouldn't start, dead battery. Since I wasn't dressed to do car repairs and I don't carry any male clothing as an emergency backup, I just called AAA and asked for service. 30 minutes later the tow truck pulled up, checked my AAA card and jumped started my car. He said to let it idle for 5 minutes to help charge the battery and waited with me for that time. I drove home with no further problems and the car even started the next morning which allowed me to drive it to the repair shop to purchase a new battery.

[Nicolette01]

Seems like car trouble rears its ugly head at the most inopportune times!

[victoriamwilliams1]

I have had a flat tire and got stuck in the snow! The snow one I had to stay enfem and got pushed out by City employees and the flat tire a guy came out to ask and I said everything is fine and I moved my car and changed to partial guy mode and changed the tire.

I always carry a change kit with me in case of emergency or I get called on a job while I am out and about which that has happened a few times!

[Cristi]

A dozen or so years ago, I decided that I wanted to go out for a ride... in the middle of a Northeastern blizzard. I wasn't planning on going far, just a few miles down the road and back.

Well, I got a mile or so away from the house and slid off the road. Even four wheel drive didn't help me get going, I was truly stuck and wasn't going to move without a tow.

I was wearing a floor-length skirt, tights with a tightjersey top and forms. Fortunately, I had put on boots not heels!

I finally decided that the only solution was to walk home. The good news was that it was night time and there was very little traffic due to the storm. I had to walk past a dozen of my neighbor's houses on the way home and was scared stiff that somebody would be out in their yard shoveling, or somebody would drive by and offer me a ride.

By the time I made it home, my skirt was heavy and wet, crusted with snow from the knees down. It probably weighed 2-3 times what it did when dry and I could feel its weight with every step.

A quick-change home into dry skirt/tights, then a cup of tea to warm up. In retrospect, it was kind of an adventure but it could really have changed my life if a neighbor had stopped to help. From that day forward, I've always carried 'emergency' clothes to change into, if even just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

[Nicolette01]

Victoria and Cristi- how did you feel when you got stuck-even worse, to all who posted where there any specific thoughts going through your minds when approached by males who were willing to help?