I first met Debbie on a video game forum, after which when we started getting into voicecalls, he quickly revealed that he was trans. I didn't know already as when I was that age, I was barely aware of trannies because God loves me. My first reaction to Debbie was apathy; after all, I already thought that he was a she due to the profile and the voice passed remarkably well when I wasn't actively paying attention, so what could go wrong?
Well, after this reveal I never actually believed that Debbie was a woman and neither did most of our other friends. I clearly remember a call where we held an intervention and asked Debbie if he could just stop being a tranny. He told us some bullshit about voice training and sunk-cost. So we moved on and accepted it, and I told Debbie that he was akin to a three-legged dog. You know it's not going to be as fast or as successful as the other dogs, but it looks cute so you don't put it down.
I related to Debbie because he and I had a vaguely similar home situation, only he grew up with both parents and was never homeless. He could (and can) escape his situation, while for factors outside of my control, I could not. Over time this sympathy has dried up, as I have worked to make my life better while he has wallowed in his own self-pity and learned-helplessness. Debbie is absolutely incapable of realizing the future, has tried to get onto disability (which really fucking pissed me off, that's like giving up before you try), and has no concept of what women are like. He wants his dommy mommy lesbian relationship and refuses to believe that those women DO NOT EXIST FOR HIM.
This goes on for four years. I improve my shit life, he wallows. I still feel sympathy though, because I understand him, I really do.
Then there's a meetup. Before this, a few of my other online friends had already moved into the same state, so they and I were interacting IRL regularly and having an actual relationship. Now it was time for the tranny to visit.
I'm not entirely sure why, but I wasn't expecting Debbie to be quite as male as he was. I should have expected it, I've never believed in trannies, yet his stature still surprised the brain that had been calling him 'she' for years. I'm a short woman, so saying that someone is tall doesn't take much for me, but Debbie was tall to me and had some of the manliest man shoulders I have ever seen in my fucking life. He's wearing a bright colored shirt and tights, and his hair has been horribly dyed. I still hug him when I pick him up from the airport, and thank God he has good hygiene.
He's staying with my friends during the visit (and dear Lord have they told me some shit) and I recruit all of them to help me move apartments. Notably, Debbie is very quiet, has little to no physical strength or endurance, and does whatever I say whenever I say it, immediately. Later that night I visit their house and as my friends are debating what to order for dinner, I shut them the fuck up and make a meat and vegetable pie from whatever I find in their fridge.
Debbie honest to God cries when he eats the pie, as his parents only ever ordered fast food, and he doesn't go with them to the grocery store. Even though my friends and I have been telling him how easy it is to cook your own food for years to no avail, I am still sympathetic.
Barely one or two days after this, a total of four to five days since Debbie arrived in our state, I ask him to help me move the last few boxes from my house at night, as my other friends have jobs. At this point I haven't slept for over a day, as the deadline is coming up and I need to hustle to get everything out. He gets into my car but then tells me he forgot something. He comes back with a drink of some kind. It's clear and I can't smell anything due to open windows, so I assume it's water. (He was underage and I had only just turned the legal drinking age and don't drink anyways, but I really should have known better.)
We're talking, moving boxes, everything is fine.
But then on the way back to my friend's house his behavior changes. He starts telling me in detail about his sexual fantasies, mentioning being 'pegged against the wall until he was dripping.' My stomach dropped, my ears felt fuzzy, and I was considering the best course of escape, thinking 'If I slow the car down to 30mph is it safe to jump?' This situation he had put me in was similar to something I had experienced as a child, and it was happening again. He started mentioning me specifically while talking, only to eventually say 'But I would never do that to you, (name). You're too... (name), y'know?' He is giggling because he's a fucking lightweight and I'm trying to not panic, while calculating how difficult it would be to beat the shit out of a tipsy tranny. My friend group aren't the kind of people to talk about personal sex shit, not online and definitely not off.
Nothing physical occurs. I take him home and a few days later I tell my other friend, the one Debbie is staying with, everything that happened. He's more angry that the troon stole alcohol from him, which I was unaware of, but thankfully his fiance immediately understands what I went through and, I assume, explains why he needs to be angry at Debbie for creeping on me. To this day, some of my friends try to use the fact that Debbie was tipsy to make an excuse for what happened, even though Debbie himself has apologized heavily to me and said that it wasn't excusable.
Thinking back on it, I realize now that driving him 70mph down a freeway at night while listening to 80s pop music was probably a scene straight out of one of his animes. He made me watch Evangelion because he loved that show, so I think as I drove him around that night he probably felt like Shinji.
Furthermore, the situation would have been exactly the same had he not been a relatively well-presenting tranny, and was instead visibly a fat incel neckbeard. I don't know why this didn't occur to me until now.
It's been a few years since that night and I still talk to Debbie, but that's just it. He's a Debbie now. An insect on my desk to be observed and dropped at any moment.
In his whole life has had one job and he quit after two weeks.
