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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.
Ash himself was a relatively geeky guy, ever since he could remember he had been bullied at school for his accurately perceived effeminacy.
This status as a social outcast among the boys and his growing up in a budding world of technology had allowed him to slip quite happily into an introvert’s lifestyle, spending every second he could on his computer.
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.
He didn’t think anything of it, guessing it was one of the girls in their Facebook group chat dropping a line or posting a link and scooped up his phone, unlocking it and peering at the dim screen. ” He paused eying the message, glancing between the message and the video on his screen. My laptop won't turn on.” Ashley let out a groan and drooped his head. ” “It’s wireless.” On the bright side he might be able to get some funny screencaps from this, he could give a couple of his online friends a laugh.
He ran his hands through his soft hair, padding barefoot back to his room. College was, as it usually was a quiet simple affair.
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.
He sighed comfortably, reaching out to plug his phone in for the night to charge, tucking it up beside him before letting the alluring hold of sleep take him. He was just leaving his last class at the end of the day, heavy bag slung over one shoulder when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
The following day proceeded as so many before it had. He expected it to be one of his friends, offering to meet up with him, or inviting him around to theirs, but the feeling was short-lived.