Upstairs in his room, Robbie closed the door, then took stock of his appearance in his closet mirror. He actually did look like a fairly pretty girl instead of a boy now, no matter how he tried to deny it to himself.
Without the disguising clothing, there wasn't much at all about him that appeared boyish any longer. His shape had passed the androgynous stage and was slowly inching its way towards the voluptuous, with still developing breasts, firmly rounded hips and bottom, and legs he had to admit looked like those disembodied lower halves of mannequins used to display panyhose and stockings in stores.
His face, always smooth and now filled out in the cheeks and softened all around with thick, dark lashes really accenting his sea green eyes and naturally thin crescents of eyebrows. A mouth too creamy complexion without a trace of a blemish would look as if it belonged to a girl even if he were bald. Then, his hair, as blossy and think as the mane his Mother was so proud of on herself, framed his delicate features in soft waves that refused to be teased into anything approaching a manly look any longer.