Not a very interesting experience, but might as well write about it
There aren’t too many troons in my area, or at least they hide in the shadows until the annual pride parade in Finland’s capital city.
I went to this recycling center (sells old furniture, fabric, clothes, basically a flea market but the workers are some sort of rehabilitators - mentally ill people, drug addicts, alcoholics, all sorts of people trying to get themselves better for an actual job.)
As I had finished buying stuff from there, I noticed the cashier was an obvious tranny. So I thought, okay, theyre all somehow mentally ill so this shouldn’t surprise me. He was shaped like a ball, really tall and in complete boymode aside from his head. Probably not even on HRT. Grey hoodie with black loose pants. Makeup like a stereotypical mexican prostitute, greasy middle length hair accompanied with a headband obviously meant for little girls.
The experience wasn’t too smooth either, he did not greet customers, stuttered the price quietly, (not great since most of the customers there are half deaf old people)
also avoided eye contact and saying literally anything. Probably because he also happened to have the deepest manly voice I’ve ever heard.
Dude looked so depressed he’s probably 41%ed himself by now since this happened some months ago.