Okay, so some background: I am an American Conservative Free-Thinking Christian, and I believe that GOD created men and women as fundamentally different creatures, and a man cannot become a woman no matter how many hormones he takes because his soul is still male and nature will not allow it.

About a year ago, I saw a man at my work wearing a transsexual pride flag pin. I was a bit confused because even though his voice was kinda faggy, I'd never seen him come into work in a dress. I asked him about it and he said that he was a transgender gay man. Finally, a tranny who isn't delusional about what he is! I told him I was proud of him for being able to be honest about the person he really was, and I wasn't going to call him a woman. He said that it took a lot of work with his therapist to come to terms with what he really was. I wish other trannies would try to go to a shrink and treat their mental illnesses too, instead of cavorting around in public in high-heeled shoes and pantyhose.

One thing I noticed about my coworker was that, whenever he took a bathroom break, he'd always go to the gas station across the street and use the gender neutral bathroom there. One day, I decided to cure him of his snowflakery. When I saw him walk to the door to leave like he always does, I told him to get back over here. He was a man, and he was gonna use the men's bathroom. I walked in with him and stood at one of the urinals, and told him that he'd better not stare at my cock while we're pissing or we'd have trouble, but it turned out he needed to use the stall to poop anyways. From then on, he always used the men's room, although he seemed to be pooping every time I saw him there. Maybe all the faggot cock he took stretched his ass out.

Last December, he told me that he was going to take a week-long vacation to spend the holidays with his family. He said that he was dreading it because they had never been very accepting of him, and his parents kept telling him he should give them grandchildren. I understand where they're coming from, I'd have trouble accepting my son if he came out a faggot too, but this guy kept his degeneracy in private, so I was okay with him. I told him that I'd rather have a kid like him than an ugly dyke daughter at least, and he chuckled a bit at that. Finally, a faggot who isn't afraid to laugh at a politically incorrect joke!

But when he came back from the holidays, he was different. He was wearing women's clothing. He told me that he was a woman and had always been a woman and that he'd always known it on the inside and no matter how hard he tried to hide from it he'd always be a woman. He told me to call him a female name, and that he just couldn't take living a lie anymore. I told him that the only people who could ever believe that he's a woman were brainwashed, cult-like fanatics who were denying science to serve their political agenda. I told him that that wasn't what God made him to be, and that even if he dressed himself up and looked exactly like a woman, he'd always be a man on the inside. I told him that even if he could trick everyone else into believing that he was a woman, he'd always know on the inside that it was wrong. I told him that he would always be (his male name) to me, and that I would never be able to call him by his female name. He broke down crying and hugged me, and I let him do that for like 5 seconds before telling him to stop or it would be gay.

After than he never came to work in women's clothes again. I guess he kept his fetish at home where it belonged. A few weeks later, he thanked me and told me that he had almost killed himself over that incident after the holidays. I'm glad I took a firm stance, letting mentally ill people try to "change sex" is just a recipe for suicide. These days, he's nice, repressed, and happier than ever. Even his voice has gotten deeper. Hell, maybe someday he'll turn straight.

source: https://old.reddit.com/r/transgendercirclejerk/comments/ckahdl/i_met_a_transgender_man_at_work_a_year_ago/