[berkeley]

I was working security for a concert at Franklin Covey Field in SLC. A mother and daughter were keyed. They approached me, complimented my dashing looks. They couldn't get over my eyes and my eye-lashes.
Anyway, they needed to use the restroom. I couldn't permit it. Dissapointed, they hugged me and staggered away "bye, eye-lashes..."

And then it approached me.... there she was just a walkin down the street... singing... NO! Wrong tune.
Walk like a man.. talk like a... who knows what??
"Are there any family restrooms available?" I wasn't sure. I gladly pointed 'her' to the nearest womens' facility. "I can't use the womens facility," she replied. "I'm transgendered." I kindly directed her to the nearest family facility.
walk this way, walk this way
walk this way, walk this way
'she' walked away and it dawned on me... I just met an 'it.'

I don't know which way it was crossing. Male to female, or female to male. The facial features were not very telling. There were no breasts.. but the voice was that of a woman.