Many years ago, when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, I went to Myrtle Beach for the weekend with some buddies. One of my buddies got a little drunk, and as we were walking from one bar to another, two girls in a car ask us if we need a ride. The girl on the passenger side was good looking, and that is where the normal part of the story ends. As I am walking around the back of the car to get into the back seat on the drivers side, I notice a couple of Marine Corp stickers. That isn't all that uncommon though, maybe one of them has a brother in the USMC, hell, maybe one of them was in the USMC. As soon as I got into the backseat, the first thing I saw was the Adams Apple of the girl driving, and notice that the hand on the steering wheel is huge. I knew it was a dude before I even got the door closed. We rode for a few minutes, and my buddy was getting way into the girl driving.

Traffic was barely moving, so I started trying to come up with an excuse to get us out of that car without making a scene. My buddy obviously wasn't catching on. Finally I pointed at a random hotel and said that my car was in the parking lot, and we needed to get something out of it, and of course my buddy was able to remember that wasn't where we parked. I assured him that another buddy had needed to drive it earlier, and had moved it to that lot. So we get out of the car, and I start telling him that the chick driving wasn't a chick, and he refused to believe me. I split, he went back and caught up with them. I saw them about ten minutes later, and the good looking girl was in the back, and my buddy was in the front, swapping spit with a dude. Yes, I took pictures, no I don't have them anymore, but believe me, she was a dude, and it was pretty obvious.

Sometime later they went back to the girls room, and guess what, they started getting hot and heavy, and she had a dick. The hotel they were staying at was right next to ours, and he came running in screaming and yelling. He was mad as hell that we let him go off with a tranny.

He never went back to the beach again.

Well, you never know. A couple years later he ended up marrying a woman who can best be described as Shrek's first cousin, and I don't mean that in a good way. She was probably 5'5" or so, across, and about 5'2" high, weighed north of 300, and had a face that would scare a yeti. He was 6'4", less than 170, and ran a two mile in well under 11 minutes.