Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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I donate plasma because I'm a broke retard and as I currently sit here I am looking at one. I'm not sure if I've ever had such a clear and constant view of a tranny in real life.
He has huge plugs and tattoos of some Japanese shit, is wearing colorful Crocs, tights, a plain white t-shirt and a fannypack. He's smirking at his cell phone and he just looks like a gross troon from the internet, but here! I'm a little starstruck.
He is disgusting and no one will have sex with him.
POST A PHOTO PLEASE!
 
Ha, I took one but I'm not sure if it's smart opsec to post. My phone camera is shit too so he'd just look like a pixelated Glenn Danzig
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Normally I wouldn't bother mentioning seeing a tranny in the wild since it's unfortunately an almost everyday occurrence where I live, but the other day I saw an FtM tranny in a DILF t-shirt and it's been bothering me since.

It went like this. I noticed the shirt from across the street, "eww, who the fuck wears a t-shirt that says "DILF" on it?" then I looked up, saw the pubestache, the female skull-shape and it clicked. It wasn't a thrilling encounter, but it stuck with me a lot more than my 100th encounter with some skinny fat dude spilling out of a halter-top.
 
I have the unfortunate privilege of seeing all manner of genderfreaks and troons pretty often out in the wild, but in the past few months there have been three sightings that stick out as notable.
1. I was walking down the street and this dowdy, skinnyfat obvious troon, complete with braless moobs and a plaid schoolgirl skirt was walking towards me. He made eye contact with me and smiled at me, and I, without even meaning to, made a horrified face at him and he looked down and quickly virginwalked past me. I felt bad for a second but then I remembered he was walking around with visibly erect nipples and I didn't feel bad anymore.
2. In almost the same place as sighting number 1, an unbelievably tall black person wearing a very tight minidress, skinny, but with linebacker shoulders, was strutting down the road blasting rap music from a phone. Had to be like, 6'5" or above. I can't be 100% sure it was a trannie, I couldn't see a face, and maybe it was just an extremely unfortunate case of weird genetics, but the person who I was with turned to me and said "That dude can definitely dunk a basketball." So, at least I know it wasn't just me who was marveled by the sight of this thing.
3. The most recent encounter was when I had the pleasure of going into a public restroom. It was very busy, and there was a Kevin Gibes lookalike in fishnets and goth booths taking up the space of two sinks with his bags, making a show of putting on (blue) lipstick and posing in the mirror. It was obvious how uncomfortable the other women in the bathroom were, either because of his obvious possession of a penis or just at his audacity for making kissy faces in the mirror while everyone else was clearly just trying to wash their hands. Oh, and he was also wearing cat ears. I plotted how to take a picture of him, but I was worried I would either cause a mantrum or get my head slammed into a hand dryer, so I did not.
 
I saw a pooner today. She was like 5'2" and fat with an obviously female fat distribution minus an oddly flat chest. She had a German shepherd wearing one of those stupid "Defend Equality" AR-15 patches
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I guess she thinks that guns and police dogs make her masculine?

I said "Cute dog, Ma'am" as I walked past her. I can't wait to read her post on /r/ftm about a stranger "mis"gendering her.
 
There is/was (haven't seen him the past couple times) a troon worker at my pharmacy. He started out during mask year so it wasn't 100% clear whether he was troon or just weird genZ fucko. It became clear in subsequent months (Rx pickup per month) that he was troon and the mask was his friend. He had man sideburns. Maybe 2 years later he adopted a ridiculous parody of a female voice and that was what stripped me of the last shred of sympathy for him. I put my phone on record in my breast pocket to get this shit on tape (so to speak).

Husband told me there's a troon worker at the grocery store we usually shop at which means I can't ever use the bathroom there again without that in mind. It's not very nearby and I sometimes have to just pee. Now I must plan ahead and not drink anything.

Troon now works at the local convenience/gas, in full costume with the uniform over the costume. It's close enough that I'd never use that bathroom anyway but what the fucking fuck.
 
Wasthisclose to a pooner today at a bus stop- me outside the shelter leaning on the glass, her 1/4" away on the other side of the glass.

Didn't notice till it started bucketing with rain, so I moved into the shelter.

Ticked all the boxes: fat; ugly; dangerhair was dyed red, short around the back and sides with splotches dyed green (leaves?).

Pubebeard which any teenage boy would be ashamed of and probably shaved her neck.

Looked like she had zippertits but they had grown back due to weight issues.

Tried for a pic but she was framed by the front window of the bus with too much light coming in, so no luck.

Believe me, this thing was utterly horrifying.
 
There is a 'roided out pooner who comes into my work sometimes. She's definitely one of the more convincing ones. She's maybe 5'7" and super muscular - even her chest muscles look kinda mannish instead of weirdly concave like their post-mastectomy chests usually look. She probably "passes" to most people from ten feet away, but then you notice that her beefy arms taper into soft little hands, and that her extra muscles accentuate how small her head is compared to a man's, and then you see the big doe eyes...and then she opens her mouth to speak and the jig is up.
In a town with many troons, she's the passingest passoid I've ever met. And she doesn't pass.
 
Met a troon cashier today. He must have been working really hard on voice training, because his voice was somewhat passingly feminine, though he didn't say much.
Too bad he was at least 6'2 with no chest or hips to speak of, long lanky male arms, and had a body shape approximating that of the Tetris I block.
Unfortunately, I missed an opportunity to ruin his entire week by saying "thanks man" when he handed me back my card.
 
Troon I posted about on here before recently started screaming and shouting at kids making fun of him on a bus. Apparently it's pretty normal for him if the replies on this FB post are anything to go by, as well as screaming at women for rightfully giving him disgusted looks. So I'm glad I refrained from looking a him when he was stood next to me.


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According to comments he's constantly doing this outside multiple supermarkets.

It doesn't specify but somebody did say he's physically aggressive towards NHS staff.

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A photo from someone else. I wonder how many random sneak shots there is of him out there lol.
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Any one else been around the Bradford area? Are troons common or something? Last time I was there I saw two within half an hour of each other. The worst one being a teen in pastel pink and blue leggings, a stereotypical dyke haircut, and was swaying his arms around like he thought he was the main character in an anime.


There used to be one I saw all the time in my teens. He lived in a creepy house at the edge of a wood and his garden looked like a dumping tip. He always has the most eccentric outfits. My most vivid memory was him getting in the bus dressed as little bow peep with that huge hat, curly wig, and a walking stick as tall as he was (as in the stick was tall he wasn't short).
 
Troon I posted about on here before recently started screaming and shouting at kids making fun of him on a bus. Apparently it's pretty normal for him if the replies on this FB post are anything to go by, as well as screaming at women for rightfully giving him disgusted looks. So I'm glad I refrained from looking a him when he was stood next to me.


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According to comments he's constantly doing this outside multiple supermarkets.

It doesn't specify but somebody did say he's physically aggressive towards NHS staff.

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A photo from someone else. I wonder how many random sneak shots there is of him out there lol.
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Any one else been around the Bradford area? Are troons common or something? Last time I was there I saw two within half an hour of each other. The worst one being a teen in pastel pink and blue leggings, a stereotypical dyke haircut, and was swaying his arms around like he thought he was the main character in an anime.


There used to be one I saw all the time in my teens. He lived in a creepy house at the edge of a wood and his garden looked like a dumping tip. He always has the most eccentric outfits. My most vivid memory was him getting in the bus dressed as little bow peep with that huge hat, curly wig, and a walking stick as tall as he was (as in the stick was tall he wasn't short).
Lol he looks like Buffalo Bill.
Gotta love how, even in a document detailing his crimes, the fucking police still fall over themselves to pander to the faggot calling that very obviously male thing "she" :story: it's beyond farce at this point.
Like where is the line drawn?
What do these freaks have to do to stop the fucking 'ditch worshippers making a mockery out of language and objective reality?
Can anyone explain why they find it important to play pretend even when it's with rapists, child molesters, or insurance salesmen?
It reminds me of when Chris fucked his Mom and the troons on Twitter were more concerned by Jesus Sonichu Chandler being "misgendered"
At what point is enough, enough?
 
I've seen this...humanoid at my local supermarket a few times in the past year. Wasn't sure what it was from a distance. Finally got a closer look today.

I still don't know.

On the one hand:

-6 foot something, 300ish pounds
-lumbers in a somewhat mannish way
-wig (with unnatural color streaks)
-hooker fashion
-absolutely enormous cranium and face approaching 3/5 on the Zdar scale

On the other hand:

-strangely dainty little fat girl hands
-boobs less walleyed than the typical troon (but this could just be because of being a very fat dude)

Yet on redirect:
-carrying a ferret in a baby sling

???
 
It saddens me to report another two months has passed since I posted the above and he is still wearing the same clothes every single day.

Well Kiwis, another two months passes next week and if you guessed this filthy disgusting individual was still wearing the same clothes the last time I saw him, you would be 100% correct.

In a little ray of sunshine though, he burst into tears and ran out of the office in the middle of the work day several weeks ago and hasn't returned since. My favourite part was when no one reacted to his outburst and just ignored him.
 
Well Kiwis, another two months passes next week and if you guessed this filthy disgusting individual was still wearing the same clothes the last time I saw him, you would be 100% correct.

In a little ray of sunshine though, he burst into tears and ran out of the office in the middle of the work day several weeks ago and hasn't returned since. My favourite part was when no one reacted to his outburst and just ignored him.
Are you sure they're the same clothes and he doesn't have an entire closet full of the same outfit, like Jason Statham on The Transporter but with a more faggotry and spinny skirts?
 
Other half pointed this one out whilst out in the city proper yesterday only saw it from a distance still horrifying.

60+ something MTF friar tuck bald patch with long stringy grey hair down past the shoulders, bone thin looked like an old junkie wouldn't be more the 45Kg wet. Wearing a garish bright pink body con dress and it was clingy i could see its bony arse (no undies) from a good distance.

Didn't see its feet it was walking away, i physically recoiled much to the delight of my partner who was laughing at me and all the dinks in the area also looking equally horrified.
 
Now I must plan ahead and not drink anything.
I know your pain. I have to stop taking in any fluids and then can't leave until I'm sure that I'm dehydrated enough not to have to pee before I can run errands, then I can't drink anything until the ride home. This is exclusively due to the troons.

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My husband and I were taking a quick peek in a thrift store on the chance they may have some neat old silver plated serving trays. Before we even got to the housewares section, we saw a 6ft+, gangly, hairy-armed man in a pink plaid pleated miniskirt, mismatched floral lacy lingerie stockings in one black/one white, a loose-fitting black graphics tee, fishnet arm covers, multiple days of stubble, and garishly blue hair just barely long enough on top to tie into a ponytail with a rubber band, but top and center of his head. This thing was a walking piece of anti-troon propaganda. I had to quickly turn into another section and wait for it to fuck off before I was willing to go into housewares just a few aisles away from it, and my husband didn't need to ask any questions.

I do normally feel uncomfortable on some level when I see Tim out in the wild, but this one gave me that primal, instinctual gut feeling of fear, and I did my best (and succeeded?) to make sure he didn't see me. He's probably not the weirdest dressed one I've ever seen, but he just set something off in me that made me feel unsafe, even in public, in broad daylight, with my husband, both of us armed with our carrying knives. I don't know why and it's frustrating. I keep wondering if my subconscious noticed something that it didn't feel like sharing with the rest of the class.

We were about to head to the front doors to leave after ending up with a couple of things, but I spotted Tim up near checkout and was having none of it. He was lingering around up there for no discernible reason before he finally got into the checkout line after it had gotten several people long. The line took forever after he'd stepped into it and I had to flee to another different section because a non-troon batshit insane man was wandering around saying weird shit to no one. I asked my husband through clenched teeth if the local asylum or halfway house made day trips there or some shit. I'd really been wishing they'd go back to being terrifying background characters in a Holder's creepypasta where they belong.
 
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