Cross dressing this thread by recounting a recent "tranny" encounter. Went to dinner tonight, downtown restaurant. While waiting for the other couple, I was having a cigarette outside and overheard/oversaw the following:
As I was lighting up, a late-thirties fella approached me for a light and, after checking for the spare in my bag, I gave him the lighter. He had with him a group of young people -- mid-teens -- milling around and one began straightening the late-thirties fella's flannel shirt saying "let your son help you out here". I watched the show for a minute, saw that our friends had arrived and rose to greet them. Without an audience, the shirt-straightener abandoned the effort and turned to others in the group.
The "son" was no boy. While she had no breasts apparent, her hips were healthy, child-bearing ones, her hair was cropped very short and she "presented" as masculine, albeit falsely; khaki pants, flannel shirt over tee, "work" boots. Just before I walked away to enter the establishment, late-thirties made an aside to me: "I'm mentoring these kids; I'm not really their father". And I restrained myself from replying, "And she ain't no boy".
