You know you've been truly cutiefied beyond reversing when you succumb to certain triggers.
I could think to myself that tomorrow I'm going to start being all masculine again, tomorrow I'm going to throw out all my girly stuff.
But then, someone calls me cute or "awws" at me, or just invites themselves to have a hug because they "just couldn't resist."
And then suddenly my hard and strong tomboy mind melts, my hands fumble about for the hem of my dress like its the mother-of-all security blankets and I can't stop the stupid smile from appearing on my face or my cheeks from blushing or even that damn involuntary giggle.
It's like the ultimate neutralisation.
How can I ever hope to not be in this girly, poofy dress wearing, big bow life when I'm so easily brought back into it at anyone's whim?
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