TRN

TRN stands for Tranny Hooker Neighbor which is exactly what I got. I normally don’t mind so much as she is usually quiet about it. I’m sure she has a day job but I often see her boys coming and going. Sometimes two or three a night. She ain’t bad as far as trannys go. Latin, slender, decent features. Ru Paul she ain’t (and for clarification, Ru is a drag queen not a tranny) but not bad.

Tonight, I’m coming back up from the laundry room and I run into her latest catch. EEEEESH! He was scary. He looked like a really bad version of the Tall Man from Phantasm.

She must be desperate because this mofo was fucking hideous! Which was kind of a surprise. She normally brings home some decent looking trade. There was even one guy a couple of months back that I wouldn’t have minded if he’d accidently came to my apt instead. Young, muscled and hot! Anyway, I digress. This one is stumbling out and around the corner right as I’m coming up to my apartment. Old, drunk, bloodshot eyes attached to a withered scared face w/hair that looked like it had just been run thru the dryer on high heat. Blech.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I walked into the apartment. I hope her dry spell ends soon. I don’t think I could stomach another one like that.