Great story.
I have another one. Early on the first time I transitioned, just after I had told my wife I was transitioning, I fremember I was not very convincing dressed, but had that day been down in London seeing a girl friend and I had just joined the M1 Motorway from the North Circular Road, when I had a blow out. Anyway I pulled over, gor out in my high heels short tight miniskirt in a very ->-bleeped-<- look and got the jack out and started to trey to loosen the wheel nuts. I think only 2 minutes passed when theis nice young man early thirties, stopped his car came up asked if he could help and of course I said yes, but moved back into the shadows. Oh yes I forgot to say it was 1am and the road was deserted. Anyway, the car was fixed and I was back on the road in 8 minutes flat. I thanked him profusely, saying in my best girly voice you are a doll. He even opened the door and let me in shutting the door - what a gentlemen.
I would never have got that sort of "service " on the Dan Ryan Freeway outside of Chicago.
Hugs