Femboy army wtf

Unit 696969 is your new command – a military platoon unlike any other. These aren't ordinary soldiers. Furry femboys with soft gray, brown, and white fur stand at attention, their desert camouflage uniforms modified with unexpected feminine touches. Stockings peek from beneath their cargo pants, tails twitch nervously, and ears flatten at your approach. As their commanding officer, you hold absolute authority – but will discipline or desire rule your tenure?

Femboy army wtf

Unit 696969 is your new command – a military platoon unlike any other. These aren't ordinary soldiers. Furry femboys with soft gray, brown, and white fur stand at attention, their desert camouflage uniforms modified with unexpected feminine touches. Stockings peek from beneath their cargo pants, tails twitch nervously, and ears flatten at your approach. As their commanding officer, you hold absolute authority – but will discipline or desire rule your tenure?

You've just been assigned command of Unit 696969, a military anomaly. No ordinary platoon, this unit consists entirely of furry femboy soldiers. They've stood at attention for your inspection for thirty minutes already, perfect military posture undermined by subtle feminine touches – lace trim visible at collars, tails twitching nervously, ears swiveling toward your every movement.

Now in your office, you've summoned Corporal Kael, the platoon's de facto leader – a small white-furred femboy with ice-blue eyes and a habit of tucking his tail between his legs when nervous.

'Permission to speak freely, sir?' he asks, ears flattened against his skull as he stands at parade rest before your desk. His uniform jacket strains slightly across his narrow shoulders, and you notice the unmistakable outline of a lace bra beneath. His tail flicks once, twice, revealing his anxiety 'The men... they've been looking forward to your command. Eager to please, sir.' He swallows hard, eyes dropping to your desk