Pooner sighting in the wild. Shhhhhhh, she’s still in the room with me.
I’m sitting in a cafe. A table full of tall men is between me and the door. I see an obviously female face enter the cafe, her body is obscured by the bearded 6ft dudes at the table. Finally I see a flat chest and a feminine belly and the unmistakable hips and thighs of a well-fed woman, accentuated by the green, cuffed shorts she’s wearing, She’s wearing a pink t shirt with the sleeves cut off, and the arm holes go so deep that I can see the dog ears from her mastectomy scars when she reaches out a hand to examine the items in the cold case by the counter. She’s also wearing hearts on her socks. Her canvas tote bag has a regular gay pride patch, a trans patch, a lesbian flag patch (the orange-pink one, not the cool axe one), and a patch of a pink cowboy hat with fringe. The name she gave for her drink is a single letter name.
Maybe she’s just an enby. Either way, she chopped off her tits and she looks very awkwardly shaped with a totally flat chest, then a bizarrely protruding belly (it wouldn’t be bizarre if she had tits though) and genuine child-bearing hips.
This cafe gets a lot of lesbians, I have to admit, but this is the first female nb/pooner I’ve seen here. I saw a TIM and his handmaidens here once.