The Struggle
The Struggle A stray hair found its way down into her eyes, and she swept aside, tucking it behind her ear. It wasnt until a moment later that she realized how feminine an action that was, and cursed herself. She'd caught herself doing things like that more and more often lately, and she hated when they happened. It seemed like she now had to FIGHT to keep any male mannerisms, that as soon as she relaxed, she went back to feminine ones. And she couldn't seem to stop calling...