Most traumatizing CMF to date.

Traumatizing to someone else, maybe. To me? I can handle it.

I haven't been too motivated to update, considering my attention has drifted elsewhere (The Creationism/Evolution by Natural Selection controversy. It makes me want to explode, and not in a good way...), but the other night while out at a bar I frequent, the topic of my work came up. As I was sitting talking to perfect strangers, one of them said, "hey, I know this blog you should read..." As it turns out, she was referencing my blog. I only have 8 followers and rarely get any comments, so I had no idea anyone was even reading this thing. But now I am motivated, once again.

Ok so back to my CMF.
I first encountered him while subbing at a different store. I was pretty creeped out but also glad that I wouldn't have to see him again.
Until he started frequenting MY store.

So please, imaging:
Creepy pseudo-tranny who looks completely normal from the shoulders up, but wears glittery tank tops that show off his chest hair, fake press-on nails in vivid colors, 7 inch black stripper heels, and silver women's leggings with nothing underneath or over the top. I'm guessing he's a closet tranny, due to the fact that his fake nails fall off so easily and also that he has decided to never trim his body hair. Also, he's bald.
He typically carries around horrid designer purse knock offs. I can tell he tries to flaunt them around, so once I decided to compliment how fabulous I thought it was (I'm a good liar).
Big mistake. After not saying a single word the entire time, he now couldn't shut up about his designer purse. Then he couldn't shut up about his shoes. Then I was wondering if he would EVER shut up, because I was sick of hearing about how usually he wears only a 5" heel but he decided to be daring and go for the 7" style because he's so short and hopes he won't fall...or something. I stopped listening.
But...I guess that's his fetish.
Women's accessories.
While talking about them, he gets major wood.
And with his 7" heels, his crotch is above counter-level, creating a display only a blind person could ignore.

So, picture if you will, a glittery display of this dudes man-bits.
He is a regular, so I knew of this problem as SOON as he walked in.
I did as I usually do, and tried my damndest to avert my eyes.
But failed.
I knew very well at this point that this guy's fetish is to talk about his outfit, and even though I tried really hard not to say anything, he still found it exciting that someone was looking
And through his tight, thin, silver leggings, nothing was left to the imagination.

So here he is again.
Great.
I was told by my manager to tell him to leave if it (his wood display) happens again.

He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him.
To get me to talk, he brought up several pairs of leather "manties" and asked what their prices were, since he didn't have his glasses on. He held every pair high up in front of him, displaying them very clearly, and asked "What's the price on this one?"
Then he inquired about sizing. "This says medium. What does that mean?"
It means it's a size medium...
"does that mean medium around the waiste or...?"
UGH, dude! We don't sell underwear according to your dick size.
I was NOT going to feed his sick fetish so I snatched them away from him and told him the prices.
He continued to walk around the store...excitedly. Very excitedly.
He decided to buy one pair of leather manties.

So now I was getting really nervous. He was displaying his major wood in the public space where I work. Despite the nature of the store, this is NOT ok. Like I always say: The rules out there still apply in here.
I knew I had to ask him to not return...

As I rang him up, I very nicely said, "I have a piece of advice for you. I know you're a regular and we'd love to keep you as a customer, but I would ask that you wear different pants next time you come in the store. What you're wearing now leaves little to the imagination and could make some people uncomfortable. I don't want anyone to be offended."

I'm pretty sure I stuttered through the whole thing.
1) I HATE confrontation. I could feel my face getting flushed and my hands start to shake.
2) I HATE making people uncomfortable. I could see in his face that he was upset.
3) I lied. I don't want him to be a customer anymore.
4) I wrote an incident report. My manager will review the tape and we'll post his photo on our CMF (creepy mother fucker) wall, so we all know to ask him to leave if he comes back wearing his "look at my boner!" pants.

That was the last anyone has seen of him. His photo is indeed on our wall of shame, along with all the other CMFs we have to watch out for.

But really, even if it IS your fetish to wander through sex shops with your high heels and ladie's clothing, it's still not socially acceptable.

I'm all for being who you are and doing what you want, within reason. We get plenty of Trannies in the store, and I'm totally cool with it, as long as I don't have to be exposed to their genitals. Usually, I'm very fond of them. Trannies, not their genitals...
But what would happen if that CMF went from my store directly to the gas station less than a block away? What if he was standing in line behind a mother and her daughter, and the daughter turned around only to get a face full of glittery wood?
I feel like I did that guy a favor. He clearly has no other tranny friends to tell him how to dress.
Maybe if I see him again I'll direct him to a few...


Keep your batteries charged! ~Alice