These are pictures (All from news sources, not my own.) from a beauty pageant that went on while I was there. It was even nationally televised. The first one is of the winner. Second of the runner-ups, and last of other contestants. So, what do you think of these girls. not too bad, right? WRONG!!!!!!! Those are all men. That's right, they are guys. And this is why I'm doing the PSA.Some of these Katoys (Thai word for them.) are really very convincing. They appear to have all the right equipment. Hell, some of them even have even had equipment removed. (Insert a big horror film scream.) Now, not all of them are this good, not even most. But they are good enough to fool the unwary drunk.
But there is a a kind of bright side to this. Almost everyone of the Katoys are honest about what they are if you ask them, but you do have to ask them. They won't come out and tell you. And there are certain things that you can look for if you're not sure. The voice (It'll be deeper than most women), Adam's apple will show (But thee are surgeries), height (most are taller than the average Thai woman, a lot taller), the size of the hands (more "man" sized) and suprisingly strong (I saw one pick up a 240 lb guy like he was a child).
And, yes, I did meet one. He/she/it was a friend of one of the bargirls at QT and came in one night. I thought that It didn't look too bad, but something just wasn't right. You know what I mean. The bargirl saw the look of confusion on my face and asked me what was wrong. When I told her that there was something wrong with that woman over there, but I can't figure it out, she laughed and said, "Ladyboy." And then laughed even more when my jaw hit the floor. She called It over and introduced us. (I just wanted it to go away.) And I flat out asked if it was a man. It said yes. After that, it left the bar and every time I would pass by It's spot, It would call my name and wave. (By the way, this is the one I saw pick up someone.) And the night before I left, It actually came over to me on my way out and asked why I hadn't taken it home. I just had to tell It that I just wasn't interested. And It had the nerve to look hurt.
So, consider yourselves warned, and my public obligation fulfilled. Always ask if there is even the slightest doubt. Or go to one of the Go-Go bars where you can "inspect the merchandice" first. And since I don't want to leave you with a bad feeling about the place, here's aother pick of some bargirls. Real Girls.
I'll see ya'll later.
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