Strange guy, but not a guy...

Lady Looks Like a Dude

After class, I decided to walk over to McDonald’s and grab something to eat. I stood in line, and I waited for my turn at the counter. There was one guy in front of me, a dorky business type, he was being waited on by a young brown skinned black guy with corn-rolls. He looked kind of thuggish.

The dork moved to the side, and I was up next. As I got up to the counter, I noticed the guy had a kind of female body to him, you know, boobs. It was hard to tell, given that his uniform was baggy, but I know boobs, and those weren’t male boobs, but normal female boobs. I got a good look at his face, he had facial hair, a thin line of hair traced his mouth, while a small forest of peach-fuzz hung from his chin.

Then he spoke, and my world collapsed around me. His voice was clearly female, and I am not talking about transvestite type. He was in fact a very mannish she.

“May I take your order?” she said, not noticing my shocked expression.

I didn’t answer; I just stared at the facial hair on her face, and noticed the thick sideburns. My stomach began to twist like a washing machine. I don’t want to eat anymore, but I have to order something.

So, I gathered all my courage together and ordered. I still can’t get over the fact that she had more facial hair than I could ever imagine having on my face. Most people that have seen me in real life, can tell you that I have very little facial hair. I am still thinking about this mannish woman, yuck, barf. It isn’t natural.