You know how they say that HRT is devastating the nerd community? The other night it reminded me of a story of a guy I knew who trooned out from a few years back. I haven't seen him since I left my really faggy college hometown, but the last encounter I did have with him was back in like 2017 or so. I wouldn't really call myself his friend, but the last thing I heard him say is what makes this story thread worthy
For some background, let's call him Trev.; Trev wasn't a bad dude in the slightest, but to say he was really fucking weird and autistic even back then was an understatement. He was the founder of our high school's brony club, and he was really, really fucking into that fandom when it was first really picking up steam. I didn't talk to him too much, but I'd speak to him in passing if he approached me and a friend of mine out of random in the common room or at lunch. Trev also tried to do a DJ set at the school talent show with some really shitty equipment you'd find at a Goodwill, and he was really into making dubstep music that nobody had the heart to tell him was really awful. Trev also never had a filter or an off switch to speak of, and he had a tendency to overshare shit you really shouldn't be open about. I think most people just talked to him and hung out with him out of pity, because the only other friends he had were other autists. He was also never one with the ladies, because I can't recall him ever having a girlfriend back then
Anyway, I graduate high school, and since he was behind me, I didn't see him for a while
So one night in the spring of 2017, I'm at this house party and we run out of beer. And since I had a really convincing fake ID, I was sent out to get some more, and a couple of my friends went with me. I had also had plenty to drink beforehand, so we had to walk since I didn't want to drive drunk. Anyhow, we go to the nearest gas station and head straight to the beer section, and while we're on our way there, we hear someone call out to us. At first I can't tell who it is at first, as it's clearly a man wearing some really dumpy sundress, but when I get a look at this person, I recognize the face and quickly realize that it's Trev. Me and my friends were definitely weirded out, but we were as polite as we could realistically be. Trev then tells us that he's now a girl, and was going by Trinity now, and we all just kinda look at each other for a sec before we say it was cool catching up, but we gotta get back to the party. But Trev then asks us if we need a ride back, and we figure it couldn't hurt cuz it would cut the time of the trip in half. So we grab a 24 pack, pay for it, and head back outside with him
Big, fucking, mistake
As he's driving us back to the party, my friend asks him what he's been up to. And Trev, again not one to have a filter or an off switch, tells us that he's been fucking a middle aged troon. Now keep in mind that around this time, he had likely just turned 18. He then starts to go into really graphic detail about this really gross shit that they like to do. At this point, the three of us are kinda just sitting in the car quietly, like we have no fucking clue to what to even say to something like that. But soon after, we get to the block the house is on, and we couldn't get the hell out of his car soon enough. After he drives off, all of us just kinda stand there and stare at each other for a bit; nobody knew what to say, and it was so fucked up that we couldn't even bring ourselves to laugh about it, even at the height of our edgelord years. And looking back on it, it just seems even worse now more than ever. I can't help but feel like this shit is going on even more now behind closed doors, especially now that the troons have made it a priority to get access to younger and younger people. Like, who knows what the fuck else was going on behind the scenes that he didn't tell us, and I frankly hope that I never find out. Lost contact with Trev over the years, but wherever he is, I really hope he got help and hasn't necked himself