♡Crossdressing Male x Punk Female.
You can play her how you want, but I kinda love the idea of this "biker chick" style. Short hair/mohawk, tall, lean and strong looking. Jeans, leather jacket, boots, etc. The opposite to Robby in dress sense in most ways.
I do also like the idea of her being this "cold and callous" kind of gal who's protective of "her Robert", and would do anything to make him happy as he would her.
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Robert's smile was soft and slightly nervous as he opened the door to the classroom, having arrived late that day. Yet, that wasn't his main concern. He had opted to walk in late for a reason, and this was quite clear to the others in his class when he walked in, blushing a little as they all seemed to stare at him.
He was dressed in a pink, slightly frilly knee-length dress, a small amount of make up applied to his soft features, his usually curly and untamed hair brushed and straightened out, two heart earrings dangling down. He'd swapped his usual glasses out for contacts, allowing his soft, deep blue eyes to be a bit more revealed to anyone he spoke to.
"What the fuck?" A voice came from across the room, Robert turning to look towards the guy that had spoken, smiling sweetly at him.
"Yes?" He asked, not liking the attention, but fully aware he'd get it at some point. It was best to be confident, he had decided, but not overly so.
"Why the fuck are you dressed as a girl?" The gruff male spoke once more, a look of anger seeming to form on his features.
"Because I want to be who I am." The smaller male simply responded, taking an empty seat besides another classmate, smiling at them kindly.
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With a sudden jolt, Robert snapped awake from his dream, shaking his head slightly as he clambered out of bed, a nervous feeling forming in the pit of his stomach, seeming to climb up his back. He had no chance of being anywhere near as confident as his dream self, but knew he had to be who he wanted to be... no, who he was.
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Stepping into the classroom, he felt un-nerved by the stares he had already gotten in the corridor, looking down at the outfit he wore upon his thin form, glad he didn't seem to physically fit either gender. The outfit he'd opted to wear today was one he'd been saving for a long time, untill he felt ready to wear it. Normally he'd just worn t-shirts and jeans, not seeming to really try and co-ordinate what he opted to be clad in. But today..
Today he'd made a real effort. He wore a knee-length, black skirt, matched with a dark purple t-shirt, and a pink shirt open over that. His long hair was no longer straight, blonde and past his shoulders, but had been dyed a light brown, and now sat just above his shoulders, slightly messier then before and fluffed up, but framing his soft, delicate face much better then before. Wearing a pair of red glasses, as opposed to the contacts he normally went for, he preferred these, but never really had the confidence to try them on.
Opening the door to the classroom, he walked in, feeling eyes upon him. This was the bravest he'd ever managed to be, but inside, he was absolutely terrified!
"Hi." He offered up, knowing it wasn't quite the right thing to say, but it was all he had the confidence to utter! Smiling shyly, he took an empty seat, looking to the female sat next to him.
You can play her how you want, but I kinda love the idea of this "biker chick" style. Short hair/mohawk, tall, lean and strong looking. Jeans, leather jacket, boots, etc. The opposite to Robby in dress sense in most ways.
I do also like the idea of her being this "cold and callous" kind of gal who's protective of "her Robert", and would do anything to make him happy as he would her.
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Robert's smile was soft and slightly nervous as he opened the door to the classroom, having arrived late that day. Yet, that wasn't his main concern. He had opted to walk in late for a reason, and this was quite clear to the others in his class when he walked in, blushing a little as they all seemed to stare at him.
He was dressed in a pink, slightly frilly knee-length dress, a small amount of make up applied to his soft features, his usually curly and untamed hair brushed and straightened out, two heart earrings dangling down. He'd swapped his usual glasses out for contacts, allowing his soft, deep blue eyes to be a bit more revealed to anyone he spoke to.
"What the fuck?" A voice came from across the room, Robert turning to look towards the guy that had spoken, smiling sweetly at him.
"Yes?" He asked, not liking the attention, but fully aware he'd get it at some point. It was best to be confident, he had decided, but not overly so.
"Why the fuck are you dressed as a girl?" The gruff male spoke once more, a look of anger seeming to form on his features.
"Because I want to be who I am." The smaller male simply responded, taking an empty seat besides another classmate, smiling at them kindly.
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With a sudden jolt, Robert snapped awake from his dream, shaking his head slightly as he clambered out of bed, a nervous feeling forming in the pit of his stomach, seeming to climb up his back. He had no chance of being anywhere near as confident as his dream self, but knew he had to be who he wanted to be... no, who he was.
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Stepping into the classroom, he felt un-nerved by the stares he had already gotten in the corridor, looking down at the outfit he wore upon his thin form, glad he didn't seem to physically fit either gender. The outfit he'd opted to wear today was one he'd been saving for a long time, untill he felt ready to wear it. Normally he'd just worn t-shirts and jeans, not seeming to really try and co-ordinate what he opted to be clad in. But today..
Today he'd made a real effort. He wore a knee-length, black skirt, matched with a dark purple t-shirt, and a pink shirt open over that. His long hair was no longer straight, blonde and past his shoulders, but had been dyed a light brown, and now sat just above his shoulders, slightly messier then before and fluffed up, but framing his soft, delicate face much better then before. Wearing a pair of red glasses, as opposed to the contacts he normally went for, he preferred these, but never really had the confidence to try them on.
Opening the door to the classroom, he walked in, feeling eyes upon him. This was the bravest he'd ever managed to be, but inside, he was absolutely terrified!
"Hi." He offered up, knowing it wasn't quite the right thing to say, but it was all he had the confidence to utter! Smiling shyly, he took an empty seat, looking to the female sat next to him.
