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I’ve heard this referred to a ‘Beard Deception’ (the kinder alternative being ‘Beard Magic’) you meet a hot chap with a beard and only after getting married/buying a house/having a baby does he shave it off, revealing his actual face to his now trapped misses.
Still, even the revelation of a chin as weak as Bart Simpson is better than a husband who comes out as MTF (seems to be common when the wife is pregnant, as is the onset of domestic violence, interestingly enough).
A couple more from the Sparkle Flickr pool:
One of the 50s ‘ladies’ spent some decades running a local TGirl social/support night, a bit like a working men’s club set up, with a committee and membership subs. They offered a changing area, so that cross dressers could arrive in ‘Bob mode’ (aka ‘Drab’ which seems to have fallen out of favour as the opposite to ‘Drag’). Men on business trips to the city would shove their lady-wear in the golf club bag and. Buck it in the carboot, hoping their wives would remain oblivious. Wives were welcome to attend though, and didn’t even have to pay (they very rarely did).
The group (a regional cousin of The Beaumont Society) folded a couple of years ago because the old TGirls couldn’t get their wigs round the new generation of communist-gender-specials. The daytime successor support group seems to be almost all autistic teenage girls.
One of the group members went by the name ‘Sarah-Louise’. Sarah-Louise’s favourite look is ‘doily toilet roll cover in your grandma’s bathroom’ which is, kinda strange? Juxtaposed with Sarah-Lou’s elderly man face it goes from strange to ‘stuff of nightmares’:
I think this one is also Sarah-Lou, although I couldn’t find a better angle to confirm. This look is ‘Irish dance competition: category, girls, age 11 and under’.
At first glance I thought this might be Sarah-Lou having a blonde day, but actually, I’ve never seen anyone stand that close to the real Sarah-Lou, and the shoes don’t look nearly comfortable enough. I conclude this person is just Sarah-Lou adjacent (not too adjacent, mind you).
And now, a parade of lovely ladies enjoying the sunshine...
Should you be looking at this and thinking ‘But how do we know if these are true and honest trans women u_W-u and not just cross dressers?’ then I would like to take the opportunity to remind you of a traditional TGirl joke,
Q - ‘What’s the difference between a transvestite and a transsexual?‘
A - ‘About 3 years’.
edited to add:
I can’t WAIT for the Olympics!
