Alright Kiwis, I've been passing out plenty of

's here to be a bro and give some e-hugs for your fallen friends and family who thought it was a good idea to remove their genitals and thus become hideous, insufferable cunts with special xe/xir pronouns in their SJW circles.
So in a lighter note...in a less serious tone, I have a personal powerleveling tranny story that's actually sorta comical and lighthearted, and doesn't involve anything sad like losing a best friend of 15 years because they went insane and decided to get an axe wound vagina. Nope! It's a random old coworker who trooned out into a non-convincing woman!
Back in the 2000's around the time I was in college I used to work part time at Lowe's with my aunt who was a regional manager, so we worked together at different stores in multiple counties. One day her and I are stocking shelves in the paint department in a store where I've never worked before, and some random middle-aged women in Lowe's uniforms pass us by, and my aunt greets them all. Naturally I wave back out of politeness and to know their names.
"Hey Pam!"
"Hey Barb!"
"Hey Kim!"
"Hey Maureen!"
And it was at that point that I waved at Maureen too out of the corner of my eye, she waved back and said "Hello young man!" in a distinctly gravely masculine voice, and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. I looked at my aunt and asked, "Uh, that's Maureen?"
She rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."
Suffice it to say, "Maureen" was a 55-60 year old Boomer MtF tranny. A burly, masculine man with big tits, long hair, glasses, and shoddy makeup almost like Mimi from The Drew Carey Show. Whenever Maureen would pass me by and start random conversations, I kept trying not laugh, especially when I'd see them entering the ladies bathroom. In the car ride I asked my aunt what the deal with Maureen was, and apparently up until just a few months prior, their name was
Martin...and they were a prominent senior employee who had been with the company for years. They randomly left for an extended vacation, and when they returned, Martin now had long hair, lipstick, a pair of tits, and a new nametag telling everyone to call them
Maureen. They still had a gruff man's voice, stubble, broad shoulders, thick sausage-like fingers, and would continue to hang out with the male employees in the break room. Maureen was even a smoker and would go outside for cigarette breaks with the other Boomer men at the store. But otherwise, they forced everyone to address them as a women, and would get visible angry when mistaken for a man...or would PISSED THE FUCK OFF when some of the other older employees would call them Martin.
Another employee was a super conservative religious guy with a '''''''''''small hat''''''''''' -- and he FUCKING HATED Maureen, and would only deadname them for spite. Since this was just at the dawn of wokeism and Twitter, Maureen was basically shit out of luck to really do anything when being deliberately deadnamed by a snarky little Jew who didn't accept
Martin's Maureen's scraggly hair and Mexican plastic surgery implants.
Whenever Maureen's lunch breaks would end and she would leave the room, everyone would quietly giggle behind his/her back. One time as Maureen was getting up to leave, some random guy in the breakroom started quietly singing the iconic theme song to
FOX's hit sitcom Martin...which caused Maureen to turn around and stare at us all like that angry old English teacher who would sternly glare at the class for laughing at them at the chalk board. And don't get me started on the customers: they always looked visibly appalled to ask Maureen for help.
But anyway, I couldn't care less what eventually happened to Maureen. Maybe she went back to being Martin? Maybe they died of cancer? Maybe they joined the 41% club? Who cares.
lol, Martin.