My transvestite story

[Fry Guy]

Someone should give those transvestites a news flash that dousing themselves with sickening perfume doesn't make them more womenly.

Back in the day there was a very pretty women who worked in the next department,
that interfaced with mine.

You could always tell when she was coming down the hall, cause the scent of her very
strong perfume arrived 20 seconds before she did.

She was easy on the eyes, so no one complained. (Not to her anyway, just between ourselves)

She had so much perfume on, that when she stood in any one place for a few minutes, it seemed
she left behind a puddle where she stood! The scent lingered on long after she left.

The love of my life was similar. You would smell her perfume before she came around the corner and her boobs came around the corner five seconds before the rest of her.