I was with a girl in a bar, (under another identity, of course) and a friend of hers showed up who appeared to be a young man, a teenage male. If you saw a photograph of him, you would have no doubt he was male. But the movement was off, the social interaction was off, the voice, though deep for a girl was off, and after a minute or so, something seemed horribly wrong, disgusting, revolting and weird. Something difficult to explain or describe. I asked “Are you a ladyboy”, and it replied, using old and politically incorrect terminology, that it was born a woman passing as male to hit on straight women. (It being that night at the bar) It made no attempt to hit on the girl I was with.

But after a minute or so longer, she passed all the way through uncanny valley to the other side, from male to weird intersex to female superficially disguised as male, and no longer felt weird and creepy to me. Felt female. So I treated her like any female – negged her, insulted her, and told her to get me my coffee. She loved this, loved serving me, but after a minute or so disappeared, and I thought no more about her.

Then, a few days later, she showed up with at my place, still looking like a boy, cleaned it up, raided my fridge, cooked me a remarkably delicious meal, and called me “daddy”. She explained that she had no father, and regarded me as her father. While still making herself as ugly as possible.

A few more days, a few hours before this post, she assures me she still has all her original plumbing and offers me her virginity. Not because she wants sex with a male, she assures me the thought absolutely disgusts her, and she wants me to get it over with as quickly as possible and with as little physical contact as possible, but to please me. This after a couple of negs, several demands for service, respect, and obedience, and one slap on the backside.

I have not kissed her, I have not held her hand. I have not patted her backside, I have not touched her except to slap her on the backside. And I have not felt inclined to do any of these things. And I only slapped her backside because not slapping her after she cooked me a lovely meal and claimed I was her father felt like unkindly ignoring her.

Which offer would blow my mind coming from almost any other female. I don’t have high standards. But not however, this female, who has gone to remarkable lengths to successfully uglify herself. And she made the offer without doing anything to make herself less ugly. Obviously, if she was inclined to accompany such offers with efforts to make herself beautiful, she would not be trans in the first place.

Moral of this story: You want to reduce the suicide rate among trans?

Ban them from being trans. It is a horrible and self destructive mistake. Pandering to people who believe they will be happier as the opposite sex is like pandering to people who believe that jumping off cliffs will enable them to fly. Hence the suicide rate. They kill themselves because transitioning just does not work. They cannot actually pass, and they do not actually want what they think they want.