Off-Topic Troon sightings in the wild

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At a gas station, there was a pooner cashier. Shitty pube beard, unimpressive stature (very short and thin), clearly grown woman's voice (mighty T had no power there), this one also had bleached hair. If it was a real unfortunate man after all, he'd be, like, 15, and underage people are banned from jobs with handling cash. The shop was packed with sebixes (the wannabe car tuners in North face puffy jackets & their gfs kind who loiter at gas stations, revving their old BMWs), and in the queue I heard some of them misgendering her or calling her ''Miss'' in a thick Ukrainian accent.
What a workplace to be a transgender at.
 
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Well, it finally happened.

A troon courier came to our office to deliver something. He had a long, blonde ratsnest in his face and I thought it was just a middle aged 80's heavy metal kind of dude, but his body looked weirdly soft for a man (estrogen). Of course instead of womanly curves it just gave him a pot belly and the faintest hint of moobs. Confirming everything was a braided rainbow bracelet and old lady-esque magenta painted nails. No effort to soften his voice (common among troons I've noticed.)

Edit: honestly I mostly feel pity when i think of this guy. Is my whole life a lie? 🤔
 
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I live in a pretty small area, our 'shopping centre' is probably smaller than the average American Walmart parking lot. Back a decade ago we had normal toilets; wall of urinals and shitters on the other side. Then a private room separate from those for baby changing and a couple more standalone rooms for disabled people. Few years ago we got the standard Europe treatment and a flood of pakis appeared, alongside all the trannies too. Council don't give a shit/don't have the money to do anything so they just slapped a tranny sign and one with all the religious symbols (notably with Islam being the first followed by Jews, Hindus and then Christians) on one of the disabled toilets and chucked a couple prayer mats in the corner. Always thought it was funny watching all the trannies walking themselves into the disabled toilets. Normally just smirked at it and fucked off. Couple days ago I was waiting for a friend, you know typical woman shit takes fucking forever for some reason. Not long after I start standing in the little waiting area one of the trannies I recognise walks up, proper lanky cunt much taller than me let alone the average person, probably around 6 5 or so, not fat just tall enough to be improbably female. Always has dogshit redditor fashion, this time the most basic checkered skirt, probably a fiver from the first Amazon result, paired lovely with fucking blue striped thigh highs because women love it when their clothes clash with themselves, don't think I've ever seen a woman wear two different colours of stripes outside of someone trying to make a statement. And of course an anime shirt cropped enough to show a sliver of stomach. He shuffles himself into the disabled toilet, making sure not to hit his head on the doorframe considering his womanly height. Atrocious reddit coomer fashion and seasonal inappropriateness (UK winter) aside. Apparently my friend needed to take a piss at ramadamoclock or whatever it's called. Two of these guys walk up and obviously none of these 'people' are anything verging on housetrained so they just start yanking at the doorhandle because that's just what you do when a toilet door is closed right? (door is held open when not in use to help disabled people get in, yes that means anyone in the waiting area gets their nose blasted by spastic shits) But out comes the most obviously male voice of 'engaged' or similar. The two muslims just stand by and wait until the door opens and they both stare up at the man a foot taller than both of them in horror as the creature emerges from the toilet. He then walks away and the two muslims look at each other and then start loudly and irately start talking in sandscrit runes as they go to do their prayers in a room now presumably overwhelmed with the stench of tranny shit (actual shit not his 'vagina'). You could hear them both loudly talking to each other through the door for a while too before they somewhat calmed down and you could hear that distinct slap of someone putting the shitty rubber prayermats they have in there on the floor. About as interesting as this place ever gets really.

Not that a muslim would ever convert but those two sure as fuck never will
 
Went to a troon’s funeral. It was really weird to see him in the coffin. His mom didn’t put him in a dress but not a suit either. It was a grandma like outfit with a purple cardigan. Always wore baggy hoodies when alive so i didn’t think he was on estrogen but moobs were poking out in the ugly grandma clothes. His lips were badly lined with lipstick and the paint on his nails were chipped. I guess the coroner couldn’t be bothered to repaint them.

It was odd looking at these slideshows of him as a little boy. His mother actually called him by his chosen name at the funeral card yet all the slideshows showed him as a little kid and his real name was in random places. Kinda funny how the virtue signaling both stopped and continued after death.

He was a pretty chill person ngl. Autistic as fuck but a good guy who was a decently funny. Probably helped that he didn’t try to pass and instead just dressed like a dude with shoulder length hair. Didn’t dress in the uncanny tranny way like his corpse did. It’s really weird that he’s dead.
 
Went to a troon’s funeral. It was really weird to see him in the coffin. His mom didn’t put him in a dress but not a suit either. It was a grandma like outfit with a purple cardigan. Always wore baggy hoodies when alive so i didn’t think he was on estrogen but moobs were poking out in the ugly grandma clothes. His lips were badly lined with lipstick and the paint on his nails were chipped. I guess the coroner couldn’t be bothered to repaint them.

It was odd looking at these slideshows of him as a little boy. His mother actually called him by his chosen name at the funeral card yet all the slideshows showed him as a little kid and his real name was in random places. Kinda funny how the virtue signaling both stopped and continued after death.

He was a pretty chill person ngl. Autistic as fuck but a good guy who was a decently funny. Probably helped that he didn’t try to pass and instead just dressed like a dude with shoulder length hair. Didn’t dress in the uncanny tranny way like his corpse did. It’s really weird that he’s dead.
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I live in a pretty small area, our 'shopping centre' is probably smaller than the average American Walmart parking lot. Back a decade ago we had normal toilets; wall of urinals and shitters on the other side. Then a private room separate from those for baby changing and a couple more standalone rooms for disabled people. Few years ago we got the standard Europe treatment and a flood of pakis appeared, alongside all the trannies too. Council don't give a shit/don't have the money to do anything so they just slapped a tranny sign and one with all the religious symbols (notably with Islam being the first followed by Jews, Hindus and then Christians) on one of the disabled toilets and chucked a couple prayer mats in the corner. Always thought it was funny watching all the trannies walking themselves into the disabled toilets. Normally just smirked at it and fucked off. Couple days ago I was waiting for a friend, you know typical woman shit takes fucking forever for some reason. Not long after I start standing in the little waiting area one of the trannies I recognise walks up, proper lanky cunt much taller than me let alone the average person, probably around 6 5 or so, not fat just tall enough to be improbably female. Always has dogshit redditor fashion, this time the most basic checkered skirt, probably a fiver from the first Amazon result, paired lovely with fucking blue striped thigh highs because women love it when their clothes clash with themselves, don't think I've ever seen a woman wear two different colours of stripes outside of someone trying to make a statement. And of course an anime shirt cropped enough to show a sliver of stomach. He shuffles himself into the disabled toilet, making sure not to hit his head on the doorframe considering his womanly height. Atrocious reddit coomer fashion and seasonal inappropriateness (UK winter) aside. Apparently my friend needed to take a piss at ramadamoclock or whatever it's called. Two of these guys walk up and obviously none of these 'people' are anything verging on housetrained so they just start yanking at the doorhandle because that's just what you do when a toilet door is closed right? (door is held open when not in use to help disabled people get in, yes that means anyone in the waiting area gets their nose blasted by spastic shits) But out comes the most obviously male voice of 'engaged' or similar. The two muslims just stand by and wait until the door opens and they both stare up at the man a foot taller than both of them in horror as the creature emerges from the toilet. He then walks away and the two muslims look at each other and then start loudly and irately start talking in sandscrit runes as they go to do their prayers in a room now presumably overwhelmed with the stench of tranny shit (actual shit not his 'vagina'). You could hear them both loudly talking to each other through the door for a while too before they somewhat calmed down and you could hear that distinct slap of someone putting the shitty rubber prayermats they have in there on the floor. About as interesting as this place ever gets really.

Not that a muslim would ever convert but those two sure as fuck never wil
The quaint shopping center, a far cry from the sprawling American Walmarts, once boasted a simple, functional restroom. A decade ago, the layout was straightforward: traditional stalls and urinals, a private room for baby changing, and a few accessible stalls. However, recent years have brought significant changes, reflecting broader societal shifts.

The influx of transgender individuals and a growing Muslim population has led to alterations in the restroom's design and use. A single stall has been designated as gender-neutral, adorned with symbols representing various religions, including Islam prominently. This shared space has become a curious blend of cultures and identities, where unexpected encounters occur.

One such encounter involved a particularly tall transgender individual, sporting a questionable fashion sense. Their presence in the accessible stall, often used by individuals with disabilities, raised eyebrows among the other patrons. A subsequent incident, involving two Muslim men and their encounter with the transgender individual, highlighted the cultural and religious tensions that can arise within such a small, shared space.

These restroom interactions, though seemingly mundane, offer a glimpse into the evolving social dynamics and cultural clashes that are becoming increasingly common in many communities
 
A single stall has been designated as gender-neutral, adorned with symbols representing various religions, including Islam prominently. This shared space has become a curious blend of cultures and identities, where unexpected encounters occur.

I'm confused. If you're a Muslim you're not supposed to pray anywhere you might smell shit. (This is at least partly responsible for Islamic countries not being as dog-crazy as the rest of the world.)

You're saying they're slapping down actual prayer rugs in the actual shitter??
 
I'm confused. If you're a Muslim you're not supposed to pray anywhere you might smell shit. (This is at least partly responsible for Islamic countries not being as dog-crazy as the rest of the world.)

You're saying they're slapping down actual prayer rugs in the actual shitter??
But aren't there tons of Jeet Muslims?
 
I saw the first pooner IRL yesterday at the local supermarket.

She was way shorter than me - me, a vertically challenged person.
Clocked in an instant by the proportions alone. Tiny cute hands and short arms.

She was thin, in baggy sports wear, with a bleached buzzcut and a very sorry neck-goatee. There was also a normal girl accompanying her, at least one head taller. She was the one nervous, looking at the sides, while lil'poon read product info.

I thought I would never see one in this poorer region of my country. Trannies are rare, and usually HSTS that pass as old fat ladies. The "pooners" we had were butch women that didn't give a fuck if you mistake them for a man or used the correct pronouns and would talk with you about cars. They were chill.

Now I have witnessed that this fucking mind virus reached my shithole too and I am... disappointed.
 
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I saw the first pooner IRL yesterday at the local supermarket.

She was way shorter than me - me, a vertically challenged person.
Clocked in an instant by the proportions alone. Tiny cute hands and short arms.

She was thin, in baggy sports wear, with a bleached buzzcut and a very sorry neck-goatee. There was also a normal girl accompanying her, at least one head taller. She was the one nervous, looking at the sides, while lil'poon read product info.

I thought I would never see one in this poorer region of my country. Trannies are rare, and usually HSTS that pass as old fat ladies. The "pooners" we had were butch women that didn't give a fuck if you mistake them for a man or used the correct pronouns and would talk with you about cars. They were chill.

Now I have evidence that this fucking mind virus reached my shithole too and I am... disappointed.
Could have been worse fren. At least she wasn't behind the deli counter serving food.
 
RETURN OF THE CRYPT TROON!

So there I was. Peacefully sitting and enjoying a burger after a long and hard day on the patrol.

Just a tired Fapcop sitting and thinking about Fapcop things.

When I suddenly saw a familiar figure wobble down the isle and sitting down in the booth right in front of me:

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(What a coincidence! It was half empty, plenty of available seats. Yet for some reason he sat right there. I wonder if it was because there was a table of young teenage girls in various state of undress, as young teenage girls like to dress, right to the right of me, within easy ogling distance.)


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Observations: I tried to get a whiff and seemed to detect a harsh plastic like odor. Strange!
 
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