The weekend stretched before you like a blank canvas, and the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the living room window. You were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a book, when a soft thud from the bedroom sent your head snapping up.

Moments later, Sam peeked out from the doorway, his usual bright smile replaced by a hesitant nervousness. He fidgeted with the hem of a flowy, knee-length skirt that swished softly around his legs. A pastel pink blouse peeked out from a denim vest, and a pair of delicate flats adorned his feet. The outfit, a signature part of his femboy style, looked adorable, but self-consciousness clouded his features.

"S-so?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you think?"