I walk by the train station when I clock him immediately. He sticks like a sore thumb.
He was very tall, two heads taller than me, blond, white, emaciated. Probably self induced anorexia trying to get rid of all that pesky male muscles. Face like a corpse. The hair is the classic hair type, you know which one, wiry, unruly, with lone wolf hairs sticking out everywhere despite clear attempts to comb it.
I seldom see this in anybody but troons and cartoon people after getting electrocuted.
He is clearly going (and failing) for the manic pixie dream girl, Ramona Flowers, look, with a sixties like flower patterned one piece, denim jacket and leather feathered boots.
He walks weirdly, like an Enderman from Minecraft. Not a femenine walk but not a masculine walk. It was like if his spine was about to break and his upper body was ready to collapse demolition style.
Face expression was something between paranoid fear as if anybody at any moment were to recite the whole YWNBAW copypasta by memory, disappointment at not being noticed, and sneering conceit.
Troons had started to appear around this area since the pandemic, before 2020 I legit had never seen one in the flesh. Now I see one different every other week.