No

You see the lines emerging on one strip, then another, then another. Negative. "THANK FUCK!", you shout as you throw your head back in relief. "Thank you god! thank you thank you thank you!" you repeat as you blow kisses to the sky. You slump down the wall of the bathroom in relief. One month as a woman, you think, I can handle this. What a way to start my vacation.

You buy a douche to clean out your pussy and take a day after pill just to be safe. Then you buy soda, chips, jerky, typical road trip food. Then you call a tow to take it to the nearest mechanic in town.

An hour later you're sitting in the car eating an entire bag of barbecue potato chips when the tow truck guy calls you back. "Ma'am, there's no car here." "Are you sure?", you gasp, "did you drive far enough?" "I drove all the way from the next town over and back. I didn't find a blue sedan anywhere." Shit, they must have somehow stolen it while I was here. "Ma'am,", he continued "do you want me to report a theft?"

"Yes.", you reply. "Ok, now who's name is the car under?" *shit! you forgot all your identification was under your male name!* you hang up the phone quickly and put your head in your hands. "God damn it. Fuck me...", you mutter.

You decide to call one of the truckers for advice.