〉 Kyle 〈
Kyle sometimes thought Mrina wished he had actually been born a girl, except, of course, for the fact that he was attracted to them. This particular thought was currently passing through his head at the moment, because of the girls who were walking in, most notably the red-headed one who was doing her very best to seduce one of the other boys for whatever reason. This, in turn, triggered the thought that he was very glad Mrina was his brother and not his sister, because he rather suspected Mrina would be doing something rather similar, and then he'd have a whole other basket of fish to worry about in making sure that no one was taken advantage of. Or rather, he'd be trying to make sure that MRINA didn't take advantage of anyone. As it was, Mrina seemed a little dissatisfied by the swimwear he had with him, probably too conservative for his taste. Dressing like a girl with normal clothing wasn't easy, but it was doable as long as you weren't trying to expose any cleavage. Since cute female swimwear seemed pretty much all about cleavage, the two of them had had a little trouble finding something for Mrina. It was a dissatisfaction his brother would have to live with, though.
A small pang of guilt ran through Kyle, and he brushed back his turquoise hair with a small frown of thought, humming a random tune quietly out of habit. Sometimes, he wished he hadn't suggested Mrina try pretending to be a girl. It had been the stupid, crazy idea of a ten year old, and it had impacted their lives in ways he could never have foreseen. Mrina was most definitely heterosexual, and in Kyle's memory had been more of a cheerful, but shy child, not the calculating, teasing, wary half-temptress he acted like most of the time. He still loved his brother, but it got weird sometimes, knowing that Mrina was another guy, and yet never quite being able to treat him like one of the gang. Their six-year-old sister, Ariane, was already struggling to understand why Mrina would do what he did, despite being a boy, and Kyle was beginning to worry that it would bring up more problems in the family later on, when she became old enough to really understand the implications of having a cross-dresser for a brother. His biggest worry was not her rejecting Mrina outright, but being secretly ashamed of it, because he knew that would devastate his brother more. It was all just so...
He was snapped out of his thoughts as his partner moved in front of him. She was no longer walking around in those ridiculously tall heels, which meant they were a little bit closer in height, and she was wearing what was, in his opinion, a very classy, yet still sexy swimsuit. But the real surprise was what came out of her mouth. Although it was just one word, she sounded much less cold than she'd been earlier, almost kind of shy. His eyebrows went up in surprise for just the briefest of seconds, then his face lit up, a very genuine smile blossoming on his charming face.
"You look beautiful." He said comfortably, it being the first thing that came to mind.
"The swimsuit suits you." He grinned up at her and added,
"So, you ready for this?"
@IceQueen
Mrina was smiling without really thinking about it. It was mostly the kind of expression he made when he smelled something unpleasant and didn't want to let anyone know that was what he thought of it. In his estimation, there was nothing less attractive than a girl trying to show off her wares like some common prostitute. He'd grown used to being around flashy females who flirted shamelessly, and he himself would probably have been one of them, if he was actually a girl, but there was always that line between flirtatious teasing and showing off how much you wanted to get laid. Or perhaps what really irked him was that the girl reminded him of himself and the pretentious bitches he called friends back in school. It didn't matter. Whatever the case may be, the red-head was quickly becoming one of his least favorite people in the competition. He was glad he wasn't paired with her.
His partner, however, seemed to have something of the opposite problem, as far as he was concerned. An actual girl, with a girl's body and a girl's figure, and she was squandering it with a loose tank top and shorts, of all things. Thirty out of a hundred points for style. When she walked in she smiled at the other contestants, spreading her shy charm with her "no hard feelings, let's all be friends" vibe. She was cute, but it was a very annoying kind of cuteness. No spirit, no drive, just a meaningless little ball of fluff. Tapping the fingers of his right hand against one leg, he continued smiling without really thinking about it and looked over at Chris, hoping the event would start soon. He liked socializing, true, but he was here to play a game, and hopefully to win, and he wanted to figure out just how useless his cotton ball of a partner was planning to be.
