The first two were a pair at a convenience store: 1) Kevin Gibes but less put together and more retarded looking, side shave with the longer part combed over to one side (I assume to hide male pattern receding hairline), dyed blue at some point but now mostly faded to yellow bleach. Name tag was stereotypical stripper name from a decade ago, skin tight t-shirt, no bra. Most notable: complete lack of moobs, even for a man of his ample weight. Stubble and man-voice, of course. 2) Strange creature, skelly skinny with a troonhunch bad enough I wondered if he was scoliosis-maxing with his hrt. Long hair that looked permed, it obscured the name-tag, but he spoke with a odd falsetto: the perma-stoned CA-tinged accent that crunchy 20-something women used earlier this century, before they started using the high-pitch at the end of the sentence affectation. The bathroom key was attached to a black baton shaped object, I fear for its virtue after closing.
Another sighting of the Back Rooms Postal Person Of Gender: I think this is a pooner. Very poor hygiene, slovenly dress, absolutely disgusting unwashed, uncombed hair with shifting danger-levels. Frog-squeak voice. I was sure it was a pooner until today: it was moving with the angry hunched body language of an autistic moid. More investigation is needed. I feel sorry for the late-Boomer and Gen X postal workers who man the front windows, they are always well groomed and presentable, then this thing escapes from the back of the office and wanders into the customer areas.
Least offensive: Absolute unit of a Pacific Islander mtf. Dressed appropriate for the weather. Someone who knew him addressed him with a female name, he answered with brief pleasantries in a HSTS tranny-voice. Unfortunate, dude you can just be gay.
Old, old:
I am driving through my city and I look in my rearview mirror and fucking Alice and Lil Dood are following me. Alice is easily 3 times the mass of his dood, stringy hair, massive hoop earrings, sleeveless women's top/dress that accentuated his linebacker build, fat man-face. All I could see of lil dood was her danger hair, exaggerated female facial expressions, and tiny, tiny gesturing hands. I don't know if this is a dad who trooned out and the teenage daughter followed, or if I was witnessing a groomer kidnapping his victim. I spent a good 5 lights trying not to rear-end the car in front of me, staring in my mirror just taking in the scene. This one really tested my 'no posting pics of troons on the farms' resolve.
I found the One Good One: The downtown area of my city has a moderate infestation of mentally ill, drug addicted homeless people, nothing that I should complain about given the state of to most large American cities. The best grocery store with the good bulk section is in this area, the doors at the front of the store have one of those divided entrance/exits setups. I walk in the entrance side and can see that a.fucking.huge.troon has a smaller human in a hat (sex unknown at first impression) pinned against the dividing glass on the exit side and he's snarling in their face. The troon has too much makeup, shoulder length clean hair, and the start of gynecomastia. I think, "this is Christmas on my Birthday, I get to see an "It's Ma'am!" freak out in person and the police wrangle a tranny". I walk around to get a better view and see the person pinned by the tranny is a homeless man, the tranny has Loss Prevention labeled attire and there is a very efficient female assistant emptying the entire store from the homeless guys pockets. The grocery-cops then smartly frog-marched the homeless guy into their security office to wait for the police. I will never have a tranny sighting to top this.
