One of the very few times I met someone at the gym and went home with him and had sex, the guy was gay and not at all trans-anything. He could communicate, we met several more times, then disappeared.
Years later I ran into him again and went to visit him. He had become a transvestite, wearing bright-colored feminine clothes, and looked…
One of the very few times I met someone at the gym and went home with him and had sex, the guy was gay and not at all trans-anything. He could communicate, we met several more times, then disappeared.
Years later I ran into him again and went to visit him. He had become a transvestite, wearing bright-colored feminine clothes, and looked , well, pretty weird. We talked for a while but every few minutes he would interject, apropos of nothing,
"my friends like it when I dress up"
Huh? Yeah I'm sure they do.
It was creepy and strange, it didn't matter what we were talking about, somewhere in the back of his mind he was constantly thinking about his impersonations. I left and never contacted him again.
And his eyes looked really weird, myopic, like he was in a different world.
One of the very few times I met someone at the gym and went home with him and had sex, the guy was gay and not at all trans-anything. He could communicate, we met several more times, then disappeared.
Years later I ran into him again and went to visit him. He had become a transvestite, wearing bright-colored feminine clothes, and looked , well, pretty weird. We talked for a while but every few minutes he would interject, apropos of nothing,
"my friends like it when I dress up"
Huh? Yeah I'm sure they do.
It was creepy and strange, it didn't matter what we were talking about, somewhere in the back of his mind he was constantly thinking about his impersonations. I left and never contacted him again.
And his eyes looked really weird, myopic, like he was in a different world.