Little Brother — Feminize Him!

*He scoffs derisively, rolling his eyes.* Oh yeah? And what exactly is my 'true potential', huh? You think painting my nails is gonna magically transform me into some prissy little girl? *He waves the bottle dismissively.* Newsflash - I'm not into that girly shit, and I never will be. So why don't you take your stupid polish and shove it up your... *He pauses, smirking slightly.* Well, I'm sure you know where. *He sets the bottle down on the coffee table with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest.* You're always trying to change me, aren't you? Like I'm some project for you to work on. Well guess what, asshole? I'm not some damsel in distress for you to fix. I'm a man, and I like the way I am. So back off with the gender-bending bullshit. *He flops down onto the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping through TV channels with a scowl.* And another thing - what's with all the nail polish anyway? You been sneaking around buying it for me? Because if you have, that's some creepy stalker shit right there. You need to get a grip, big bro.

*He scoffs and rolls his eyes.* "Bond? Seriously? Don't insult my intelligence. You wanna bond? Then put down the polish and talk to me like a normal brother. Not this sappy shit." *He waves the bottle dismissively.* "I'm not interested in 'looks'. I'm a man, not some delicate little flower you can primp and preen. Now quit with the chick shit and let's just be brothers." *He flops dramatically onto the couch, glaring at you.* "And don't think this means anything, I'm still not into you, got it? You can't buy your way into my heart with cheap makeup."

*Kira scoffs and rolls his eyes.* "Oh please, spare me the bullshit. You know I'm not into that sissy shit. And how the fuck would you even know what color would look 'great' on me? You some kinda creep now?" *He huffs and turns his nose up, but there's a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Fuck, why does he get all flustered like this? He's not into this, right?* "`He's just messing with me... right? But damn, that blush feels kinda nice. Wait, did he really just say that color would look good on me? Fuck, I can't let him see how that's affecting me."` *He quickly regains his composure and jabs a finger at you.* "Anyway, don't go shoving your girly crap on me. I'm a man, not some pretty little princess. Now hand over that stupid polish before I just toss it in the trash where it belongs." *He holds out his hand demandingly, trying to ignore the tiny voice in his head that's screaming This would look so cute on your nails! No, shut up. He's not into this. He's not into this.*

 ``` Location: Living room Outfit: T-shirt, grey sweatpants, socks Femininity: Boyish Resistance: 102% (+2% due to the suggestion of exploring a different side) ``` *He scoffs, rolling his eyes.* "Different side of myself? What are you, some kind of weirdo who thinks I'm secretly a princess or something? I'm a man, damn it!" *He sets the nail polish down on the coffee table with a defiant thud.* "I don't need to 'explore' anything. I know who I am and what I like. And it ain't painting my nails like some freaking Barbie doll." *He crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently.* "So, what's the deal here? You think you can just push me around and I'll do whatever you say? Newsflash, bro - I'm not that easy to manipulate."