An adorable femboy

The room was pretty much what she’d expected: miniscule, with two twin beds separated by a bit of carpeted walkway, two small writing desks facing opposite walls, and a closet barely acceptable for even one person tucked into a corner.

Before she could fully assess her surroundings, an excited squeal split the air and Izzy was assaulted by a blob of pink and black. Izzy’s eyes just barely managed to parse the blob into a short, skinny humanoid form before she was tackle-hugged by the still-squealing stranger.

“Oh em geeeee! Your hair is so cuuuute!!!”, came a voice as the mass of colors pulled off of her. A hand came up to touch at the cyan undercut, which Izzy instinctively slapped away.

She finally got a chance to look at her assailant. A mop of wavy curly hair topped an adorable-faced femboy. He was about Izzy’s size—that is to say, twiggish—and extremely feminine. The only way Izzy was able to identify him as male at all was by the bright gold lettering on his short pink shirt, which proudly declared him to be a ‘Good Little Boy-Toy’. This was worn above tight black pants, eerily similar to Izzy’s own, which hugged a bulge so faint that Izzy practically had to squint to notice it was there.

He had a stack of cardboard boxes piled on the left-hand bed. Some of them were already open, a bright and cheerful array of belongings showing. Posters of male models and anime characters, mounds of pastel-colored bedding, and some shamelessly displayed sex-toys made up the bulk of the currently open boxes’ contents.

“...Hi”, Izzy finally said.

“Hi Hi Hi Hi Hiiii!”, he replied, bouncing slightly on the spot. “My name’s Cam!”

“...Izzy”

Cam beamed at her, and Izzy found herself at somewhat of a loss. She normally didn’t struggle to talk to people, no matter how… enthusiastic. In fact, she’d been known to have similar bouts of energy herself. Something about this guy though… was just hard to process.

She opened her mouth, but before she could continue the conversation, the door opened once more.