I'm interested in this. Should I shoot you a PM or anything?
Sure, if ya want.
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Sure, if ya want.
Updated to include starter.
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Okay, so I'd love to explore the relationship between my O/C Felix, and his best friend. This will involve a cross dressing male.
Felix is 18, shy and innocent. Coming from Somerset, England, he's lived in the states for the last three years or so. Petite in build, he stands at just 5'5" tall. He doesn't mind this too much, as it allows him to better fit in the clothes he likes to wear.
For Felix is a crossdresser. He loves to wear feminine clothing, feeling much more comfortable in that sort of outfit than he does in more traditionally masculine clothes. he's not shy about this, despite his shy and quiet nature. It's as though the clothes are that small boost of confidence he knows he so sorely needs.
I'd quite like it if his best friend was the more "masculine and butch" type of woman, taller and more muscular then her feminine and gentle best friend It's up to you how she dresses, though I think leather jackets, jeans, boots, etc would add more to the physical differences between the duo.
It's up to you if this enters romance, though I'd love it to do so over time.
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"Hey."
Felix spoke in his soft delicate way, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his rear on the surface as he drunk his morning cup of coffee.
The blonde haired male had perched himself here for no particular reason, deciding to quietly await his best friend to enter the room. It was early morning still, and the day ahead looked to be cold, snowy and miserable. And quite frankly, Felix did NOT want to go out there. It just didn't feel worth it, not when he had the day off work and no school. He did plan on going to the coffee shop whilst she worked, but..
"What do you want for breakfast?" He spoke, placing the cup on the counter and edging fowards slowly. At barely 5'5" tall, and rather petite, it was easy enough to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His soft skin didn't help, nor did the fact he shaved to keep his skin so soft and smooth. He didn't mind this at all. He did in fact dress in women's clothes, and barely ever wore anything masculine at all.
Right now was case in point. He wore a pink nightgown (Though had boxers beneath) and red fluffy slippers, white frilly ankle socks peeking out from the slippers, a smile on his lips that was as sweet and innocent as he was.
"Erm.. I'm stuck."
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Okay, so I'd love to explore the relationship between my O/C Felix, and his best friend. This will involve a cross dressing male.
Felix is 18, shy and innocent. Coming from Somerset, England, he's lived in the states for the last three years or so. Petite in build, he stands at just 5'5" tall. He doesn't mind this too much, as it allows him to better fit in the clothes he likes to wear.
For Felix is a crossdresser. He loves to wear feminine clothing, feeling much more comfortable in that sort of outfit than he does in more traditionally masculine clothes. he's not shy about this, despite his shy and quiet nature. It's as though the clothes are that small boost of confidence he knows he so sorely needs.
I'd quite like it if his best friend was the more "masculine and butch" type of woman, taller and more muscular then her feminine and gentle best friend It's up to you how she dresses, though I think leather jackets, jeans, boots, etc would add more to the physical differences between the duo.
It's up to you if this enters romance, though I'd love it to do so over time.
__
"Hey."
Felix spoke in his soft delicate way, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs dangling over the edge, his rear on the surface as he drunk his morning cup of coffee.
The blonde haired male had perched himself here for no particular reason, deciding to quietly await his best friend to enter the room. It was early morning still, and the day ahead looked to be cold, snowy and miserable. And quite frankly, Felix did NOT want to go out there. It just didn't feel worth it, not when he had the day off work and no school. He did plan on going to the coffee shop whilst she worked, but..
"What do you want for breakfast?" He spoke, placing the cup on the counter and edging fowards slowly. At barely 5'5" tall, and rather petite, it was easy enough to mistake him for a woman at first glance. His soft skin didn't help, nor did the fact he shaved to keep his skin so soft and smooth. He didn't mind this at all. He did in fact dress in women's clothes, and barely ever wore anything masculine at all.
Right now was case in point. He wore a pink nightgown (Though had boxers beneath) and red fluffy slippers, white frilly ankle socks peeking out from the slippers, a smile on his lips that was as sweet and innocent as he was.
"Erm.. I'm stuck."
James smiled softly at his big sister before planting a kiss upon her cheek in a sweet and brotherly fashion. It was getting late, and he needed to have a bath then go off to bed.
"Do you want me to stay?" He spoke in his quiet voice, never a loud or very outgoing child at all. His arms ached a ltitle, but he kept hugging her the very best he possibly could with his limited mobility when it came to his arms. A faint whiff of urine was clinging to him, his pull up soaked. He wasn't continent, thus often had accidents.
"Do you want me to stay?" He spoke in his quiet voice, never a loud or very outgoing child at all. His arms ached a ltitle, but he kept hugging her the very best he possibly could with his limited mobility when it came to his arms. A faint whiff of urine was clinging to him, his pull up soaked. He wasn't continent, thus often had accidents.
Alright.
Done.
"Sis?"
A small voice tried to break through his older sister's thoughts as James padded slowly and carefully into her room before sitting down next to her on her bed.
Reaching across with his left arm, he placed it on her right hand carefully. At 7 years old, he was sometimes bullied and teased by other children for being different.
For he'd been born without most of his right arm. It stopped about an inch or two from the shoulder, something he'd grown used to over the span of his lifetime. His left arm was missing from the elbow down. Shuffling into her lap, he sat in silence and just cuddled with his big sister as he always did to try and cheer her up.
He honestly didn't really understand the implications or details of why she was sad so much. He just felt, no, knew he should try and cheer her up.
Set up as asked.
I'll set one up in a minute or two.
Up to you.
Alright, we can do this one then.
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