The point is: living with a femboy teaches you attention to detail. You learn which fabrics can’t tolerate heat. You learn that some beauty routines are rituals. You learn to separate your whites from your whites , if you catch my drift. About four months in, Felix started dating someone—a sweet, quiet guy named Marcus who worked at the local bookstore. Marcus was tall, bearded, and built like a friendly bear. He also had no idea how to react when Felix first appeared in full femme attire.
“I have a system,” Felix said, without looking up from his phone. My-Femboy-Roommate
Then Marcus said, “Different good. I like the skirt. Can we still go get tacos?” The point is: living with a femboy teaches