Chased by a Tranny!

The tranny, the type of person that you’re not sure whether to call a man or a woman, but simply describes his or herself as “pre-op”. The type of person you try to be nice and accepting to, but just think to yourself… hmmm, they must’ve had daddy issues…

 

Well I had a very close encounter with one that made me scared to walk down a certain road for the safety of my virgin asshole.

 

Back in University, we occasionally would go to a Port Olimpic, which offered a casino n’ countless bars and clubs for our wasted entertainment…. And I would often take the short walk home.

 

Along the way I would always have to pass a small group of tranny prostitutes…I ,being as straight as an arrow… would just walk at pace on the other side of the street to avoid them.

 

They would occasionally whistle and promote discounts, which didn’t interest me, although surprisingly they seemed to halt a lot of cars in their tracks.

 

But one day, the queen tranny… at 6 feet in height and 300+ pounds in weight, started howling at me.

I’m stoked off my face and unawares of my surroundings until I hear the deep growly voice that made my spine cringe.

 

Before I can adjust to a more sober state ‘it’s’ running across the street!! Screaming CHUUPPAA!! CHUUPPAA!! (blowjob)

 

Shitting myself, I start off in a sprint….or think I did, because in reality I’m so fucked that all I can accomplish is a mazy stumble.

 

As I hear “it’s” thunder strides come within 10 feet, my brain kick-starts into gear and I set the land speed record to avoid get anally raped…. and charged for it.

 

From then on…I caught a cab!

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