I was clocked by a trans woman

>be me, early 20s mtf retail worker
>working by the self checkout machines
>old, visibly trans woman in moter cart comes up to me and gets my attention
>she asks if the name on my name tag is my real name
>i tell her yes (not a lie since i got it legally changed)
>she asks for my shoe size
>"ok, i wont ask you any more questions because i can tell for sure now, hue hue"

is this experince avoidable? i wasnt super bothered by it, but i still felt uncomfortable. i try to be as stealth as possible and i feel weird getting called out like that

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God I hate old hons so much

I don't think it's avoidable. Other trannies eventually clock me if I see them out, even if they're old boomerhons. I just wish they didn't act so fucking weird about it.

>moter cart
There needs to be a button in every retail store that returns these motorized abominations (with their occupants on them) to their charging stations like a roomba. I'd be like "bye bitch"
seriously though you don't owe these people the truth for what you are getting paid...

Remember to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

Deny. Deny. Deny. Divert everything they say back at them, don’t give them an inch. Then finish them off by denying them access to their preferred gender and misgender them.

t. tranny cashier

incredibly based. boomerhons btfo.

You can deny all you like, but you clown shoe foothons can't hide.

I love the stories where oldshits clock youngshits kek

yeah but why do boomers feel like they are entitled to bother people who are working with irrelevant bullshit. Like, go be lonely in the privacy of your own dwelling like everyone else

i fucking love hons