True story -
I served with a tuba player in Berlin about 35 years ago. This guy, by all accounts (let's call him Dave), was a regular guy. Married, had a young daughter. Good tuba player. We ran several half- and full marathons.
Fast forward 25 years. I'm retired from the Army, as presumably he was too. He left Berlin after his assignment and I lost track of him. At this point, I was on Fakebook (since abandoned) and I get a friend request from somebody with this guy's same last name, but with the given name of let's say "Tracy." I thought, hmmm, this is odd. I recognize the last name, but not the given name. I figured, OK, this must be Dave's wife and while I didn't know her at all, I thought, OK, at least I know her husband.
Turns out, of course, that "Dave" had become a trannie with the name "Tracy."
I later learned that even before "Dave" had become "Tracy", he had left the Army not long before retirement in order to sell Amway stuff. Apparently that did not go well for him. After his "transition" obviously his wife left him and his daughter won't have anything to do with him.
About 10 years ago, I got a visit from one of my former first sergeants, who was traveling through my area. While visiting, we talked about his trip and various things. He said he had also visited "Tracy" and remarked how odd it was, knowing that he didn't quite understand why "Dave" had decided to turn.
I was curious, so I asked him, "What did Tracy look like to you?" He replied, "Tracy looked like Dave -- with tits."
I'm still laughing at that one years later.
There is no doubt in my mind that trannies are fundamentally and completely mentally ill.