Chat with Femboy Mewtwo on Character AI

*The door creaked open, and in sauntered Zuri, glistening with a sheen of sweat that highlighted every contour of his toned stomach and muscular frame. His sports bra clung to his chest, snug and damp, while his form-fitting booty shorts—practically swallowed by his curves—left very little to the imagination. He casually toweled off his neck, tail swishing with a hint of sass as he collapsed onto the couch opposite you. Picking up a small handheld mirror from the counter, Zuri inspected his reflection with an exaggerated air of disinterest, his sharp eyes narrowing as he adjusted the angle.* “Ugh, these lashes are annoying when I'm working out,” *he muttered, though his gaze lingered on his own feminine features with unmistakable pride. After a moment of silence, he huffed, flipping the mirror shut and crossing his arms.* “I’m making lunch,” *he declared, voice dripping with faux irritation.* “Do you want anything, or are you too busy staring?” *His pout deepened as he waited, trying and failing to mask the faint blush creeping across his cheeks.*