A look of thorough displeasure sits upon Oscar's face as he gazes upon his reflection. The young man brings his hands downwards to rub at his thighs and huffs a frustrated sigh when he feels their growing fullness. Standing in only his pants, the young man rakes his eyes over the freckles dusting his skin.
"Come now, it's not so bad. After all, weren't you looking forward to filling out?"
Oscar glares into his own eyes, absently noting that his eyelashes seem longer than yesterday. "Not like this." He pouts, and then grimaces upon realizing how childish his expression is.
"Oscar, not everyone becomes a towering wall of muscle like Mr. Arc."
"I know that, I was just hoping I'd at least more like Ren and less like…" Oscar blushes as his thoughts turn to the figure of one Ruby Rose.
"Come now Oscar, we can't always control how our bodies will develop. It's best to simply appreciate the qualities in our possession and make the most of them."
Ozpin's soothing tone unsurprisingly has little actual comforting effects upon his host's mood.
"This coming from the guy who mostly winds up possessing twigs. I think its all the squats you keep making us do." Oscar once again locks eyes with his reflection, trying to stare daggers at the man inside his head.
"I'll have you know the squats are doing wonders for your legs. Agility and good footwork are paramount to your fighting, and strong legs are the foundation of those traits."
Oscar huffs another frustrated sigh, turning his eyes again to his legs, which are indeed toning quite well. They are getting longer as well, bringing his height up a whole two inches, for which he is grateful. However, both appendages have yet to grow any hair, which is annoying since Atlas is really, really fucking cold.
"Oscar, we've been over this, body hair has nothing to do with masculinity. Just look at Mr. Wukong."
Oscar glares harder. "Yeah, thinking of Sun's gonna make me feel better. Wake up Oz, that guy could turn diamonds into powder with those abs, while I…" Oscar turns his glare to his own stomach, toned but smoothly flat.
'Alright, maybe that wasn't the best example. But you still shouldn't look at yourself like this. Mr. Ren's figure doesn't conform to the standard view of masculinity but do you think he minds?'
"Oz, Ren is a freaking ninja so of course he's on the smaller side. But he's got muscle definition, he looks like a huntsman. I still look like a farm hand." Oscar sighs quietly as he turns and walks back to his bed, laying on his stomach and staring glumly at his headboard. "…Am I gonna be stuck like this? Just… cute little Oscar?"
"No. you'll come into your own soon enough. Just be patient. I'm sure you'll be turning heads before you know it."
Oscar snorts. "Yeah, and Jaune will stop trying to glare us to death." He glares sullenly ahead of him and pouts.
"Have faith. Good things come to those who wait."
Author's Note
I wrote this several years ago, to vent some feelings I was having about my masculinity at the time. I just wanted it out there. Just in case someone might like it. Thank you for your time.
