I consider myself not much of a talker, but one time I accidentally left my phone's record mode on for some time while el jefe and moi were at home and I was astonished at how chatty I was. For every word he said, I said 20 -- no, I take that back: for every word he said, I said 100. No lie, kimo sabe. What did I talk about? I don't even know, just random blah blah, what the weather was like, what a neighbor said, where I got a recipe, should I buy this or that when I next went shopping....
I mentioned this to him, apologizing for being such a nuisance, but he said no need to apologize. He enjoyed hearing me rattle on. It reminded him that he was home and everything was all right. It was like listening to a canary chirping and twittering. It was a kind of verbal sunshine. When I was away from home, the house seemed cold and empty to him without the sound of my voice giving life to it.So, anyway, with these trannies, maybe they can take hormones or whatever they do to give themselves man boobs and shoehorn their feet into size 12 heels and slather on LA Girl cosmetics, but I bet they still talk like men, have the same speech patterns as they always had. No hormones or operations can change that.