I liked how even my drivers license couldn't be bothered with my sex. I decided to keep things mysterious and dress in something in-between male and female: A sweater and leggings. The sweater would hide the fact that I don't have tits, the leggings would accentuate my thicc ass, but on the other hand, they would also really show off my package. Plus it was kind of chilly outside, I could really use the warmth.
I opened my underwear drawer, relieved to find that I still had some panties to wear. Along side them were also boxers, probably for wearing around the house. I picked out a nice, frilly set of panties and started pulling them up past my smooth, gorgeous legs. Then I delicately placed them over my crotch; my penis making the cutest little bulge underneath them. I could see some of my dick and balls peeking out from behind the underwear. I said it once and I'll say it again, my cock was the cutest cock I had ever seen.
Next I pulled on some maroon leggings. They were just my size and they accentuated every curve. I was able to smack my ass in the mirror and see the ripples flow under the fabric. The other great part was if you knew where you were looking, you could see my modest package making a moose knuckle in the middle of my crotch. I thought about tucking my penis, but I wanted anyone who saw me today to do a double take at my crotch. I was proud of my tiny penis.
Finally, I pulled on my sweater. It was an off-white cord-knit sweater that was a bit too big for me. It was perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had accomplished my androgynous feat. Depending on what part of my body you saw first, you'd think I'm a different sex. But at the end of the day, I still felt very me. A little femboy king.
"Alright, time to..."