I was with my girlfriend earlier this week, we were holiday shopping in a busy department store.
So this real hottie walks out from the adjacent aisle- long black hair, big round boobs, great figure squeezed into a tight black sweater and jeans with high boots.. although in retrospect the ass was a bit more square than I would have expected.
So I'm doing the typical "check out the hottie thing" where I don't feel like the image is complete until I see her face- because if she's butt ugly then the rest doesn't matter... and as I'm waiting for her to turn around I see my girlfriend smirking at me but sort of understanding since the object of my attention was clearly dressed for attention. I sort of tried to explain "I just want to see her face" as the hottie turns and I get a glimpse of a face that just doesn't seem right. Ugly isn't even the right word for it- it was just "wrong".. sort of like in "Back to the Future" when Marty goes back in time and meets his young mother and kisses her and they're both disgusted but don't know why. I mean this chick's face was just... wrong. I mentally wiped my hands on my pants as if I just touched something smelly and gooey and was trying in vain to remove it.
We continue our shopping and get to the registers, and the hottie is a few cashiers over. My girlfriend says to me "You know, that's a transgender, smirking at me even more than she was earlier, but for a different reason. I'm getting a really good look at it now, and I hear it speak and the voice sounds rather odd.. and I realize I've been had. I'm actually angry at this point because I've wasted time and effort checking out this "thing" that is falsely advertising itself as something entirely different.. and I sort of feel mentally raped and violated sort of like when I viewed a pair of tits on this very forum a few weeks ago thinking they were natural chick tits but they belong to a tranny.
But it gets worse!
The following day, I'm walking towards my car and an attractive blonde gets out of her car and starts walking in my direction..naturally my eyes are on her but now I've suddenly got this thought in my head.. what if "she" is a "he"...
I'm tainted. Forever. I will never be able to check out a hottie without wondering.
Trannies should be required to have a big scarlet T on their clothes.. and/or there should be a phone app like there was for homosexuals, think it was called "Gaydar" or something like that. It would beep when a gay person was nearby as either a warning or a signal for another homo to make a move.
It's just so unfair that these dysfunctional beings freely roam the planet with every day bein.g a costume party for them, and the rest of us normal people trying to figure it out.
