Thread: So You Want to be a _______ [Temara]

RE So You Want to be a Mama began to laugh and... Kaleb stared, disconcerted. He wasn't sure what Kaylee had said that was funny. Normally it was Papa who laughed like that for no discernible reason. The highschooler was a little confused at how exactly to take the sudden stream of information he'd mostly heard about in some sense or other before, or at least what Mama was driving at with it all. Or the statements about true lessons and being bored. They sounded... exciting. Or intimidating, as you liked. He was favoring exciting at this point, but not one-hundred-percent certain he was sticking with it. ...not that he saw anything wrong with a bit of charts and pictures. Why, with the discussions and texts, and the occasional hands on massage or other lesson, he generally felt quite positive he was learning. And useful things. Which were very interesting to a teenager old enough to have gotten comfy with his change into adulthood. He did understand enough of how Kaylee worked, though, to know that learning about things and being told she couldn't then go and put them into use must have infuriated her to no end. Only a little bit of time to think, though, before they stopped, and Kaleb suddenly realized he'd lost his chance to inspect all the scenery he'd want to look at later. However, now he was meeting Mistress Won again, and this time if she was going to be directly teaching them the full lessons... well, he carefully looked at her, for all the help it gave him figuring out what to expect in way of changes for their lessons. Mama and her were very respectful, and he was almost curious at the even deeper look at the layers of rules of their other culture. So when the doors opened, he gave Kaylee a glance, and then gladly followed after. Nodding politely, he followed Kumiko down the hall, until they came to the grand parlor- a huge, magnificent place. He could only think of the mansion Mama and Papa never seemed to want to stay in for too long, even though he knew they technically owned it as much as they cared to. The boy was still inspecting when the raising hand caught his eye and he wondered what- H-hey! Excuse me? larger than his sister, he resisted much more cautiously, as if afraid he'd hurt them or do something improper and offend Mistress Won, simply wanting to step away or push their hands away. He was already at quite the disadvantage though, given as he'd almost let them get his coat off before he noticed something was unusual. Continuing to defend himself even as Mistress Won's voice rose, it was hard to deny the tone of calm authority in it. And Mama had left them to her lessons, which she'd taken. Our physical attributes? He understood how it was related, obviously, but Mei Lee had never done that. Kaleb glanced at his sister, trying to be reassuring- he naturally took a glance over the skin they were revealing on his twin, but didn't think much of it. For the sake of the rest of the room, however, Mistress Won and the servants, he started to color unfortunately brightly as he finally, if reluctantly, lifted his hands and allowed them to undo the belt and strip him of his pants and then... apparently everything else. As for what he had, well. Kaleb was his father's son in many regards, and his mother's in the rest. Rayner was built middling with a thinner waist and muscle in hard earned chords and knots that made him look slimmer than anyone as strong as him had any right to appear, if a little less pretty for it. Kaleb had been lucky enough not to get his mother's larger hips. Instead, while his skin and hair were close to Mama's, he was built much like a slimmer, sleeker Rayner. Even pretty in a touch of a pretty boy sense. He was stronger than he looked too, but while Rayner looked tough and intimidating, Kaleb mostly had the look of an athlete, muscles that rounded and showed off nicely, but kept his body lean overall, a body hard training had worked of all fat except a light touch of baby cheeks even still and the longer blonde hair with hints of red, carefully tied up the back of his head that'd fall down between his shoulders if undone. And he was... well, he was his father's son. Men often continued to grow right up until 25, and Kaleb had a few years to go yet before he'd grow fully into things, but with the embarrassing slight swelling of a teenager suddenly exposed to a room full of pretty women, it was evident he had not been given the short end of the stick... so to speak. The boy resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands, and dutifully stood flushing for Mistress Won's assessment.