I've had 3 similar incidents, but 2 of them were the other side of the coin. The first, I was running a quick errand, wearing a denim skirt, flower print top, pink flipflops, but no makeup or supplemental hair. It was rainy, and like you, a teenage girl (she had just gotten her license that day) ran a red light and t-boned me. It happened in front of the police station, and right around the corner from the fire station where I worked as a firefighter/paramedic for 26 years before retiring. No one was hurt, though, and the police officer, who was hired after I had retired so I did not know him, did a double take at the way I was dressed, but never said anything, and I've not had any repercussions from the incident.
The second was when I was driving to Cleveland, completely enfemme, it had just stopped raining, and a car a short distance ahead of me hydroplaned, went off the road and over an embankment, landing on it's side. I stopped to see if anybody was hurt. Other than a few bumps and scrapes, no injuries. The cop that responded seem to sense that I had emergency training and spoke to me first, asking if anybody was hurt. Again, no negative repercussions.
The third time, I was at a street fair put on by the Cleveland AIDS Task Force called Dancing in the Streets, with my wife and son, and a group of other CDs and their wives. We had just finished eating and were standing next to a food truck trying to find some shade when I heard the squeal of brakes. As I turned, I saw a body flying through the air and land on the street about 10 feet away. It seems a drunk ran through the barricades and hit 3 people. I, along with several other bystanders, gave aid until the fire department and EMS arrived, but the person that I was trying to help died a short time later at the hospital. The really amazing thing, though, was that as we were leaving the fair, I asked my wife, "What do you think the odds are that, with all of the cameras and c-phones there, I will be outed by my picture on the front page of the Plain Dealer?" "Probably pretty good," she replied. "But I don't care. We are going home, we are walking, we are alive. And you going to help that person is just as much a part of who you are as being a crossdresser is a part of who you are." Yup, that's the woman I love!!
If you Google "Dancing in the streets Cleveland" you might still be able to find pictures form the incident on the Cleveland TV stations websites. There was one from my back, with me and 4 Cleveland firefighters kneeling around one patient, and another of me from the back, with a CPD officer squirting some waterless hand cleaner in my hands (looks almost like he's putting handcuff on me). All of the pics of me just showed the back of a very large woman in a green sleeveless top wearing some cute shoes, so I wasn't outed.
