An Unsettling Glance
Tomorrow looks to be a VERY busy day at work, so I decided tonight that I'd go get my workout for tomorrow done this evening in order to free up some time after what promises to be a very long day tomorrow. I went to 24 Hour, got my workout done and was on my way out when, unsuspectingly, I decided to glance over at the treadmills and see if I recoginzed anybody. Little did I know what eye-burning vision would lay before me.
Now, before going any further, I should provide a little history. As many of you have probably heard me talk about, when I first moved to the area I joined the 24 Hour Fitness in Highlands Ranch because it was literally on my way to and from work. Soon after joining, a mysterious "fellow" started showing up, prancing to and fro (most notably in the locker room). Now I had certainly seen my fair share of...feminine...men before (I did go to KU after all), but this may have been my first in-person encounter with a (s)he. You guessed correctly...it was a crossdresser. Ok, so, that's one thing if it's your life style, but come on - is it really necessary to gallop around the men's locker room neked, proudly displaying what you were given honestly - regardless of the fact you'd rather be an innie than an outtie? Needless to say, I was scarred.
Well, spring came and I took a new job in another part of town. With that I also started a new gym. I'll be damned if Sally Struts-his-stuff didn't start showing up at that one as well. Keep in mind, however, that the "new" gym was in Aurora and they aren't quite as "sophisticated" as the Highlands Ranch yuppies. (S)he didn't wasn't there long and haven't seen him/her in quite some time.
Finally, this brings us back to today's most unsettling events (it's almost over, I promise). SO, while leaving the gym, rather than focusing straight ahead and minding my own damn business, I peered towards the treadmills...figured out who I saw yet (if not then you probably should have stopped reading a long time ago!)? Yep, it was him/her! The scary thing, however - as if a 6'4" man in a skirt and high heels isn't scary enough - was that (s)he is now DANGEROUSLY close to being only a she, at least as far as the wandering eye can tell and that is PLENTY good for me! It seems that it wasn't run off by the Aurora friendlies, it was simply saving its money to move some things here, snip a little there...you get the idea. There was no doubt that the transformation has commenced! AHHHHHH!
So yeah, that's my long and drawn out story about a he with aspirations of becoming a she who has made his/her dreams a reality!
Moral of the story: when leaving the gym, put your head down and leave immediately. You may not have the luxury of your everyday tranny, but there's always a grandpa in spandex who just might offer up a little more than you're ready for.


