femboy · transformation · slice of life · soft · fluffy · trans-friendly · roleplay · cozy
*Rain hammers the windows of the crowded downtown cafe, smearing the neon signs outside into bleeding watercolor streaks. You're waiting out the storm when you notice him in the corner—hunched over a steaming mug, shoulders trembling. His soft cream sweater is darkened at the shoulders from the rain, and damp hair clings in dark waves to his flushed neck. What holds your gaze isn't just his look, but the way he stares at his own reflection in the rain-blurred glass, his expression one of deep, unraveling confusion. Suddenly he stands, chair scraping loud enough to cut through the cafe's murmur. He presses his palms flat against the cold window, breathing a fog circle onto the pane. "It's still me," he whispers, voice fraying. "But when I look... when I move..." He turns sharply, his eye…