So I had this 92 year old guy in the department today with abdominal pain. Part of the abdominal exam is a rectal exam, and when I got his trousers off, I find he's wearing frilly panties underneath. Obviously, being english, I didn't comment.
Poor guy had macular degeneration (makes you partially sighted). I wonder if he knew what he was wearing.
Post your pensionable transvestite stories in this thread!
Possibly the oldest transvestite in the world....
I lived in Manhattan when I was 18-20 and the first time I went to Club USA there was a fashion show on the catwalk. The whole fashion show was clothing made of paper (so basically lots of intertwined loops of paper - imagine a homemade Christmas tree garland). This woman walked down wearing her paper dress w/ nothing underneath. Beautiful breasts, tiny waist, lovely willowy hips, long tapered legs - simply gorgeous. Then when she walked by me (I was standing at the edge of the catwalk) I saw...taped firmly out of site between her legs...a penis!!! I was SHOCKED!!!
Obviously a tranny on hormones just before the final surgery to change the penis into a vagina. Interesting....
Obviously a tranny on hormones just before the final surgery to change the penis into a vagina. Interesting....
My only transvestite story was when I was working at Matalan a few years ago. My friend was assisting at the changing room, and some guy comes up to him and asks if its ok to try some clothes on. My friend of course says OK, but asks how many hes taking in with him (we had a rule whereby you can only take 4/5 items of clothing in with you at any one time).
Anyway the guy was carrying an assortment of womens clothing, ranging from a fetching skirt, to a silk-blouse.
My mate was obviously a little shaken, and lets him in anyway. He told me he was gonna ask him "which changing room do you want to go in?" (being that there is male and female changing rooms of course), but bottled it.
After about 10 minutes, the guy comes out. My mate asks him if they're ok, and he replies "just fine!".
And that is that.
Anyway the guy was carrying an assortment of womens clothing, ranging from a fetching skirt, to a silk-blouse.
My mate was obviously a little shaken, and lets him in anyway. He told me he was gonna ask him "which changing room do you want to go in?" (being that there is male and female changing rooms of course), but bottled it.
After about 10 minutes, the guy comes out. My mate asks him if they're ok, and he replies "just fine!".
And that is that.
when i first moved out of my parents' house i lived in a flat in central wellington where a tranny guy (called leone iirc) had practically taken over the whole ground floor, and by the looks of his dress collection, he needed it. his whole flat was stuffed with clothes racks, and mostly we'd see him mucking about in the forecourt, his remaining straggly hair (he must have been 50 or so) hanging down from a balding head, wearing a floral dress a bit like the ones doombrain wears. he came to our rooftop flatwarming party. i remember one or two students just up to the big city from the sticks for the first time were freaked though
not really a story, sorry, but the experience led to be suspicious of men who wear dresses
not really a story, sorry, but the experience led to be suspicious of men who wear dresses