Silk
Kiba quickly learned that girls simply just did not go for the fangs. There was something about the solid redness of his eyes that made their family jerk the pretty females backwards by the edge of their collars whenever he got too near.
It must have been in the sharp glint of his pupil; how it slid so smoothly from lid to lid like a flat snake, such a humorless and cold thin line, that reminded them of a terror they were too afraid to name.
Kiba was only a part-human. And only allowed to take share in part of the human customs. But for when he was grown tired of, he was cast out in the street like the dog that ran in his family's veins and souls.
As he could smell the anger and hate bleeding around him, he could smell the arousals too. The tender and spicy scent of lust and want that itched at the edges of his nostrils and heart. That silky, smooth taste he could almost swallow.
If the girls wouldn't take him, then maybe the males would. It was all a matter of determination. Pride.
So, he didn't shave his legs. Or wear stockings. (The nlyon caught on his nails the first time he tried anyways, splitting the fabric and knotting around his fingers.) The skirts were always long enough and full enough to shield everything waist-down to his toes.
He dressed like he wanted to dress. At times he could pass easily for a sweet, heavenly scented female with minorly heavy features. And others .. he barely made it across the street without being recognized. (But the rush and thrill - fear? - of discovery only fueled his yearning for it.)
His favorite skirt was of green silk; far too long and perfect in it's lines. It slid like a song across his legs. And when he walked down the roads of Konoha it made him stand the straighter in the - because of - the fabric.
One interesting evening out, a fellow trans walked up to him on the corner and, pulling the back of his skirt whilest slipping a convient hand underneath, asked him where he found such a smooth and perfect silk to compliment his face.
Kiba was only half a human. Which made him less than something. And what good did being less than a whole do anyone?