So awhile back, my best friend died after a fairly rapid and aggressive illness. I mention this only because his widower is the one who has subsequently trooned out (MtF), and I'm increasingly convinced it's due to not processing his grief in a healthy manner. It's already implied but let me explicitly state they were a gay couple, because it's relevant to the story.
In hindsight, there was signs I should have noticed, but never did
- Over the years, he'd occasionally dress in drag, with full makeup and everything.
- I don't think the funeral had even happened get when he asked if I'd ever banged my friend or not. And then followed up with "why not?" when I said no. Don't let my pfp fool you, Kiwis. I am not Cheryl Hines of Curb Your Enthusiasm fame. Or even a woman for that matter. Anyhow, he seemed perplexed as to why a straight man wouldn't have banged his gay best friend, but I just chalked it up to grief doing weird things to people and let it pass.
- A mere few months after the funeral, he was already back in the dating pool. I thought it was rather quick, as I was still heavily mourning, but I figured it wasn't my place to judge someone on how quickly they got through their grief
Anyhow, I knew something was up when he suddenly started posting a lot more pics in drag on social media. He'd done it before, but was typically quite sparing with it, so this was unusual. So when I got the text a few weeks later that he was now a true and honest woman, I wasn't exactly surprised.
He immediately jumped into taking E, claiming he had been on HRT in the past, before he and my friend entered into a relationship, but stopped because of friends very conservative parents, assuming they wouldn't approve. I don't know if its true, or just typical troon revisionist history, but I don't much care for the low-key shifting of the blame to my friend and his parents, who were incredibly supportive of them both, and loved him like their own.
Fast forward 3 months, and he tells me he's considering bolt-ons (he has not yet, to my knowledge, gone through with this), and starts telling me about the effects E has has on his body in excruciating detail. "In case you're considering it too", he says, because apparently troons have a law saying they need to trans other ppeople. Fuck off bro, I'm not joining the cult.
Jump ahead another month, he sends me a pic wearing a flesh toned, skin tight leotard because he's so proud of the effect his titty skittles have been having
Amidst all this, I've tried talking about non-trans issues with him, but my attempts go ignored, without fail.
To end this long story, the last time we spoke, he excitedly told me how he had some government ID officially updated to female, on International Women's Day, because he's going for a tranny bingo blackout it seems.
He hasn't mentioned a desire for an amhole yet, but I feel like that's inevitably in the future. If he wasn't such a strong link to someone I cared for deeply, I'd walk away, but I just... I don't know anymore. It's left me in the awful situation of being glad my friend didn't have to see this happen, despite wishing he was still with us. I feel like I failed my promise to my friend to help his partner get through it all. It fucking sucks.