​ It's whats underneath that counts.

On the outside all the world sees is a male, clearly a male. Wearing jeans, a tailored shirt and chelsea boots, nobody gives a second glance.
But if you wouldn't tuck that shirt in you would see something unexpected by the lining of the jeans. It's such a simple thing, the tiny bow on your panties. It makes a world of difference.
But what's underneath does not count. Not the inside either. That's the only thing survival have taught me. This world is not my home.