Southern Hospitality Ch. 01

He stood in front of the mirror, staring with his half-lidded, tired emerald eyes at himself as he brushed his teeth, toothbrush grasped in his small graceful hands. His raven black hair was just shy of being long enough to be tied back into a ponytail, it fell around his undoubtedly feminine face with his delicate soft features, cute nose, small ears and his full lips, which were currently drawn back to display his perfect white teeth as he went through the practiced ritual of brushing them.
He was rather pale, all said, with the majority of the light he got being from his computer screens, but as much as it had bothered him, his friends had all insisted that they were, in fact, jealous of his flawless, fair skin it added to a sort of beautiful contrast between the lightness of his skin and the darkness of his hair.
He wore only his boxers, displaying the smooth form that his friends all envied in some small way. He was slight of build, with narrow shoulders sidling inwards to a slender waist before curving outwards at his shapely hips and long desirable legs.
Holding the toothbrush between his teeth he looked down at his legs, brushing his fingertips across them. He had thought that puberty would finally give him the edge of masculinity that had always evaded him in his early years, but his formative years had merely bestowed upon him few small tufts of hair above his cock and below his arms. His chest, back arms and legs remained smooth and hairless, another aspect to which his female friends expressed the unfairness of life.
He didn't spend anytime pitying himself in the mirror, he had done that enough in his life already. While it was true he would've preferred a more masculine look, a lifetime in this body had driven him to lower his expectations and he had become content with the way he appeared. Hardly the pinnacle of self-confidence, but enough to get by on day to day.
Washing his toothbrush he set it down in a glass beside the sink and rinsed his mouth out, leaning over to spit it into the sink before standing and turning to make from the bathroom. He ran his hands through his soft hair, padding barefoot back to his room.