It was like my usual crossdressing days - UNTIL

I started my day putting on my makeup, getting dressed, and going to the nail salon at 9:30 AM for a mani/pedi with color.
I went to numerous stores, ate lunch in Panera's, shopped some more until attending a 6 PM meeting with some girls from the Transgender Institute.
After the meeting we had dinner at a Minsky's pizza shop.
I left about 9:30 and went to Zaxby's on the way home to pick up a sandwich for my wife.
I picked up the sandwich right at 10 PM about 1 mile from my house.
As I was leaving the shopping center I had to cross a freshly milled 5 lane road that didn't have any millings on the road lip at the edge so there was a square edge about 2" or 2.5".
There was no traffic from either direction so I crossed the road and drove over the lip slowly.
I was on the side street and the back of my van was just about at the end of the radius on the side street (about 10 feet onto the side street) when I heard a bang.

A motorcycle had struck my van behind the right rear door and in front of the rear bumper.
I got out and a guy was walking around looking for his phone and his motorcycle was laying on the pavement with the right turn signal flashing and the headlight was not lit.
I asked him if he was OK and he said yes and continued walking around looking all over the road.
I called 911 and told them about the accident and the motorcyclist. He told several people that stopped and asked that he was OK.
A fire truck and ambulance showed up very quickly and the motorcyclist left with them.
When the police arrived they asked what happened, asked for my drivers license and insurance card. Mine is (sex M)
They examined the scene and told me I could wait in the car and keep warm.
After they studied the scene and made notes the first officer came over and said I could go. "Maybe you can hobble home". (referring to a 4 inch hole in the tire sidewall)

There was never any indication that I was any different than any other female involved in an accident. I was treated courteously and felt at ease throughout the incident.
This was in the Northland of Kansas City MO.
I was dressed the same as this picture that I took earlier in the day except I had put on a black lightweight velour hooded jacket for the drive home.

I wrote about this to let you girls know that our fears about what could happen are usually a lot worse than reality.

Suzi Q

Thanks for your post, Suzi. Glad it turned out ok. :)

Yes! I would worry quite a lot about the police in this situation in America's heartland.:sad:

Years ago, when my dressing left a lot to be desired as what I wore was largely my wife things she'd put out for the jumble sale, I was out (poorly) dressed for a nighttime drive out in the country side.

Entering a small village I got pulled over by a cop. He asked me the sual questions about why I was there at that time of night etc remaining professional throughout. No way I remotely passed but formalities concluded he let me on my way.

No dramas, although my heart rate did go up somewhat so yes, unless you're actually committing an offence all should be good.

BTW, for newbies, this is why you shouldn't rely on a little Dutch courage to help you on your early sorties. Being over the drink drive limit will most certainly put a damper on your experience.

I had an accident once, and I can tell you no one cared. Was dressed to go out to dinner and clubbing. At one point, someone tried commenting about my very high heel shoes with platforms, suggesting that maybe they had something to do with the accident. I just looked at them and said, really?Do I look like i'm having trouble walking in them? I obviously wasn't having any trouble, and they kind of backed off and agreed.

I am glad that no one was severely injured and that yet again the worst fears proved to be overblown

I am glad that you are safe.

"It" can happen in an instant. Mine was a couple of Junes ago at a traffic signal. It had turned green, I had started to move out, but a driver from the left didn't see his red. The front end of my car was chopped off ahead of the front wheels, my airbag deployed, but I was unharmed. A couple of folks from the vehicle mine got pushed into, were transported. I don't recall whether I was underdressed that day.

Another time, we arrived home from a holiday party to the sight of flashing blue lights across the street. A neighbor's daughter has "issues" (PTSD, I think), and had gone missing from their house. I helped the local gendarmerie look in my shed and back lot for her. At one point, one of the cops noticed heel impressions in the snow, and said "Hah!", I said "not what you think, they're mine." I had worn 2-inch block heels to the party, under my drab clothes. Nothing more was said.

Suzi, I am glad everyone was OK and the police were respectful.

Sorry I missed this.
Glad no one was severely hurt.
I remember it was always Sherlyns fear .