What About Bob?

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With Sarah Goodwoman's kind permission, here is a continuation of her short story WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN, an excellent little tale about the everyday hassles trans people face; which can be found HERE: https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/69906/what-about-chil...

Okay, I guess Sarah's story can't be found there, she seems to have removed all her fiction from BCTS after becoming the target of some harassing reprobate political troll. But WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN should show up eventually at Fictionmania. My story begins just a few seconds after hers ends...

WHAT ABOUT BOB?
(What About the Children Part 2)

Laika Pupkino 2017

Esther Krumnagle was furious! The pervert---one of these so-called transgenders---hadn't fled the bathroom when she confronted him for being in the women's room but had sassed her, and then gone in and used one of the stalls like it was his God-given right!

She had a good mind to call the police, but then she remembered the humiliation of being warned by that female police officer about bothering the cops with "nuisance calls" the last time she did this, as if she had been the one in the wrong!

That policewoman had seemed rather mannish, and if she was siding with these degenerates over an upstanding citizen---a TAXPAYER who paid her wages---then she was probably one of those lesbians, and on board with that whole LBJ-whatever-it-is agenda. The world had truly gone insane, with nothing but filth on television, teenage girls all dressing like prostitutes, bakers being forced at gunpoint to bake wedding cakes for sodomites and people putting skirts on their five year old sons and convincing them they want to be girls so they can have their very own pet "transgender" to show off to all their liberal friends... Esther hardly recognized her own country any more!

The "transgender" was still in the stall. He had been so flippant that she realized it would do no good to reason with him when he emerged. Being mentally ill was one thing, you might even be tempted to feel sorry for them if they acknowledged their condition for what it was; but these people simply had no shame or decency, as if they didn't even recognize morality when it was right in front of them. They called confronting them about their sinful sickness hate.

She remembered the moving sermon she'd heard Pastor Don give last Sunday at her church, Foursquare Pentecostal, based on the passage from the Book of Isaiah: "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil..." How timely the handsome young pastor's message had been, and how true!

She was about to leave when her worst nightmare happened. A man---bearded and scruffy and more than a little dirty---walked into the women's room, sauntering as if there was nothing wrong with his being here, and headed for one of the stalls.

She knew what he was! A peeping Tom or even a rapist, who could use these crazy laws they had nowadays to walk right into the ladies room simply by claiming he "felt like a woman today"- the very thing Pastor Don had been warning about; And in this new backward world the good, normal people could do nothing about it!

Well think again, Buster! The good normal people had had enough! And they were starting to put a stop to the madness. Just the other week President Trump had taken the common-sense step of banning these "trans" freaks from the military. It heartened her to know that after eight years of our government bending over backward to cater to every sort of weirdo the tide was beginning to turn. And though she was afraid of this unkempt hooligan, she knew she had to act. Because when good people did nothing, evil triumphed.

She stepped between the deviant and the stall he was trying to enter. She put her purse on the ground. She crossed her arms. "And where do you think you're going?"

The man scratched his scraggly beard and spoke in an oddly soft and high pitched voice, acting as defiant as the 'tranny' had been. "I think I'm going to take a piss."

"You go do that in the men's bathroom!"
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Bob Jameson had had a rough day at work. The testosterone shots that were allowing his pride and joy of a beard to flourish were also helping him gain muscle mass, but he still wasn't nearly as buff as his co-workers at the construction site, and he really had to bust ass just to keep up. They were a great bunch of guys, and had actually told him to slow down and not kill himself, but he was determined to pull his share of the load. It's what a man did. So he was exhausted and filthy and just wanted to get home and take a shower, but home was clear across town and after a few after-work beers at Rocco's Sports Tavern with Jim and Mike he knew he wouldn't get there without making a pit-stop.

And now this old biddy was giving him grief, her bat-shit-crazy eyes full of righteous fury. He'd had run-ins with her type before; and he was in no mood to deal with some random zealot getting in his face.

"You tell transwomen they can't use the women's room because it doesn't correspond with their birth gender. And now you're telling me I can't use this bathroom because it DOES?!!," he roared, "WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MINDS?!!!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" stammered Esther. "You're crazy! Get out of here or I'm calling the police!"

"So I can't even take a leak?" sighed Bob wearily, pointing toward the stall.

"Not in there!!!"

"Have it your way..."

Bob knew his next act wasn't exactly going to help the cause of transgender people, but a guy can only take so much, since the only reason he was in here was to accommodate fools like her. And it would be better than hauling off and smacking the old bitch, which he was using every last ounce of self-restraint he possessed to not do...

He took one step forward so that he was standing over the woman's handbag on the floor next to her, then dropped his grubby Levis to his ankles, hiked down his tidy whities and squatted---revealing the vagina that he hated and that seemed so out of place there, but which should certainly legitimize his being here with genitalia-obsessed bigots like this one (who was now babbling: "What... what... what are you doing?! What ARE you?!!?-") and relaxing his painfully full bladder... peed in her purse.

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The Bathroom Trilogy continues in WHAT ABOUT THE ANDROGYNES by Crazypagangurl:
https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/70014/what-about-chil...

THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORY.
ANY COMMENTS YOU'D CARE TO LEAVE ABOUT IT
WILL MAKE THIS AMATEUR SCRIBBLER SWOON WITH ECSTACY
~hugs, Veronica

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LOL!!!

And the old bitty deserved every last drop!

We the willing, led by the unsure. Have been doing so much with so little for so long,
We are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

Rofl

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(I haven't got a rofl smilie saved so this one'll have to do)

All I got to say

Thank you, you did a great job on this story.

Hugs
Sarah

Thank Yoooou!

laika's picture

And thank YOU for the inspiration, Sarah!
I'm not sure what happened to the grandson or whatever he was from your original story
since he doesn't appear in this sequel. Maybe she'd been hallucinating him the whole time...
~hugs again, Veronica

He went up the same stairs

The grandson went up the same stairs as Chuck Cunningham on Happy Days or he is like the children on Everyone Loves Raymond just seen once, do nothing but stand there and forgotten about.

da da da da

Andrea Lena's picture

WHO are you? WHO WHO WHO WHO????

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena

giggles.

she got what she deserved!

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Perfect!

The flip side of the anti-trans "logic" in action. They always seem to forget about FtMs.

And the "protection from predators" argument completely collapses if masculine FtMs are REQUIRED to use the Ladies. Half of them are more masculine than the average man. So... what's to keep a predatory male from taking advantage of his FtM "camouflage"?

I love that -

We in the UK can change our names without recourse to law or the courts and have our birth certificates corrected to our new name and new gender. Of course our passports reflect this and it makes an utter mockery of the lavatorial lunacy that this story portrays. By the way, as a UK citizen travelling in the USA, I naturally travel on my passport. A cop asking for my birth certificate would put himself in clear breach of the UN convention on travel documents. I travel on my passport and I leave my birth certificate at home - safely back in the UK that is.

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In Oregon, when the court

Brooke Erickson's picture

In Oregon, when the court ordered DMV to allow a third gender on ID, they dropped old form for change of gender (that required a shrink or some other professional to sign off on things) and just changed the application for an ID card or driver's license so that the "sex" question has:
Male M [ ]
Female F [ ]
Other X [ ]
No permissions needed, just check the box and sign on the line that says that all the info you've supplied is true.

Brooke brooke at shadowgard dot com
http://brooke.shadowgard.com/
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world
"Lola", the Kinks

Now THAT is what a person can

Now THAT is what a person can call "taking the piss" on someone. :-) Well played indeed. Wonder if the TG woman in the stall is laughing her head off over this?

Isaiah...

5:20, not 1:20!☺

She's wrong...

...about everything else, does it matter if she is (typically! for most such as her) wrong about citing passages from her bible?

-Liz

Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"

Can't You Just Hear Bill Murray?

"The doctor draws two circles and says "What do you see?" the guy says "Sex" . . . "So the doctor draws trees, "What do you see?" the guy says "sex". The doctor draws a car, owl, "Sex, sex, sex". The doctor says to him "You are obsessed with sex", he replies "Well you're the one drawing all the dirty pictures!"

When the world is at odds with your beliefs it's probably because you're the one drawing dirty pictures.

Jill

Angela Rasch (Jill M I)

Welcome to the Potty-Verse

laika's picture

It's not up to me, but from as magnanimous as Sarah was about my continuation of her tale, I think she'd be delighted to see another addition to her creation. I know I would! Who would have thought that from a humble bog would arise a whole story universe?

Bathrooms

As I have said for many years - I would rather be pissed off than pissed on!

Ruth

May the sun always shine on your parade

Oh what a hoot, big time

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Esther needs to stop depending on others for her religious education. She is like many who take Bible verses out of context and use it to back what they believe. Maybe she should sit down and read the entire chapter so she can see what's really being said.

What? She thinks she doesn't deserve to be "sassed" when she pokes her nose in where it isn't wanted? Did it ever occur to her her attitude might be exacerbating something which could have been handled differently? But perhaps not, since she pissed off an f-m who had to pee.

Is it possible she might change her attitude as she decides what to do with all the wet things in her purse. Naw, doubtful. But it would be nice to be a fly on the wall to see how she explains why a woman peed into her purse.

Others have feelings too.

These Self Righteous Imbeciles...

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in North Carolina and other states trying to pass this garbage into law, haven't quite thought of this very scenario . They're so intent to force transgender people to use the restroom of their biological gender , that it doesn't occur to them that FTM's on testosterone for a while, will look exactly like any man they claim to want to keep out of the ladies room. Bob gave this old biddy exactly what she deserved , for giving him a hard time when he was just trying to follow the "law " that these religious degenerates insisted on . This old biddy learned a new law called "Unintended Consequences"!

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