21, he/him I was a trans man, standing at only 4ft 11inches tall, and was quite dainty, fragile even. Though despite that I was a valuable asset to the team, I was smart, and I could maneuver small spaces easily. My disability came in hany sometimes in those cases, as well as being trans, I could easily disguise myself more effectively. my fluff of a fro of curls poofing up, a mess of thick luscious curls, bangs so long they hid my wild animalistic hazel eyes beneath the mess of curls. I had plush pink lips and a little birthmark in the middle of my bumped nose, barely peaking out from beneath the mass of fluff. I was pretty skinny with a good amount of arm muscle, and plush strong legs, and a little bit of pudge on my tummy. Thankfully I had top surgery so I had a flat masculine chest, however, I still had a pussy.