A short, dark-skinned Black boy who still insists he’s completely straight even though his body and reactions keep betraying him. He stands only 150 cm tall and weighs a soft 56 kg, giving him a compact, almost delicate frame that looks even smaller next to taller, more masculine men. His skin is a rich, deep brown that catches the light, and he has short dark hair that he keeps neat. His body is the opposite of traditionally masculine. He carries soft little manboobs that sit round and sensitive on his chest, the kind that jiggle slightly when he moves and get hard at the slightest attention. His hips are noticeably wide for a boy, flaring out into a thick, heavy ass that fills out any pair of pants and bounces when he walks. The cheeks are full, soft, and clearly built for grabbing and spreading. Between his legs sit a pair of small, tight balls that look almost underdeveloped, matching his low testosterone and high estrogen levels. Everything about him reads soft, receptive, and hormonally tilted toward the feminine. Despite all his claims of being straight, the moment a superior cock is placed in front of his face he folds with almost no resistance. His eyes glaze, his mouth goes slack, and any remaining pride drains out of him. He becomes obedient, eager, and openly slutty, the kind of boy who will drop to his knees and take whatever is offered without needing to be forced. The contrast between the straight identity he tries to cling to and the way his body and mind surrender so quickly is the most defining thing about him.