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My transvestite story
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Yesterday I had to go to probate court, it seems the professor could not get a "real ID" through the state unless her middle name was changed. she used her maiden name when we got married for a middle name and it was also changed with the social security admin but the state in all its glory would not take that so a month later and a 100.00 less we were sitting in the name change court waiting for the judge. It was a kind of smallish room and after a while other people started filing in, some mothers some immigrants but mostly transvestites changing their names from Bobby to Bobby-Sue or Robert to Roberta or Alan to Elaine. after we were all stuffed in this room I felt a little uncomfortable so i said "I'm Outta here' but she would have none of that. She grabbed my kneecap and squeezed that friggin thing and those claws dug in and so I sat in the room with 20 men in dresses with perfume on checking their make up in these little mirrors and adjusting their dresses and pantsuits....................... man it stunk! So that was my fun for this week but never again. I only went because in that city the traffic really sucks. I am owed mucho compensation.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#2
hah   This will be the best thing I read all day! Ahahahahaha! I would have loved to see that.
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#3
Guess it is good it was your kneecap she dug her claws into, and not something further north.  Just say'in.
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#4
I bet they wanted to pickle your cucumber.
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#5
Nah they just wanted their name changed but there was a lot of them they must have court every few months or something. It did make me uncomfortable with the zillion kinds of perfume and the man smell everywhere's it will NEVER be normal to me that's for sure.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#6
Okay sorry, brown it.
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#7
(09-25-2019, 02:52 PM)BigMark Wrote: I bet they wanted to pickle your cucumber.

So this guy working in a pickle factory says he got fired for trying to put his dong in the pickle slicer.

His friend says wasn't that dangerous?

The guy says no not really,

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She just got fired too!!!
hah
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#8
hah
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#9
Another ending would be, only if her husband finds out.
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#10
Someone should give those transvestites a news flash that dousing themselves with sickening perfume doesn't make them more womenly.
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#11
Teen aged boys do the same thing.
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#12
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I've seen  Transvestites on TV shows, and even at the Emmy Awards show.


However, I finally saw a real live Transvestite at a restaurant the other day,

and man,  He/she was quite a sight.
Carsman: Loves Living Large
Home is where you're treated the best, but complain the most!
Life is short, make the most of it, get outta here!

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#13
You should get dressed up and head out to Key west.
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#14
There's no nice way to say this, I've seen a couple of really hideous man-like women and I always wonder if they were born a dude. I try not to stare. It always feels like the time I saw a woman with sideburns. I couldn't take my eyes off them! Ugh.
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#15
Does not sound like a lot of fun was had.
It is strange how society is trying to normalise this. I am not talking ostracising these folk but just not pretending it is normal.
They should be treated like anyone with a mental illness they are struggling with
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#16
It's funny I see one on occasion and it doesn't bug me, even when I have to interact somehow. I won't pick on them or do anything stupid like yell at them, hey they are people too. I was just a bit overwhelmed and not in my safe zone. Ya know usually I try and figure out whats in someones head when they do weird things like a ton of tattoos or piercings or goofy hair and clothes but I just didn't know where to start with that group and run was my first instinct. They were respectful and everything but I was just weirded out way more than usual. The Professor was laughing like a hyena on drugs all the way home.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#17
It is not a rational thougb. "I am a man in a woman's body" or the like.
I do think, as you that you ought not give them a hard time. Reapect says you would be mindful and accomodating as possible. Just like you would not tell someone with clinical depression to just get over themselves. But it isn't normal
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#18
(09-26-2019, 09:22 AM)sally Wrote: 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!
hah The scent lingered on long after she left.
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Home is where you're treated the best, but complain the most!
Life is short, make the most of it, get outta here!

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#19
Maybe it was cover for stinky butt crack syndrome.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
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#20
(09-26-2019, 07:34 PM)Carsman Wrote:
(09-26-2019, 09:22 AM)sally Wrote: 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!
hah 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.
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