My four-year-old daughter is as feminine as daughters come, I believe. She has yet to eat a meal without a napkin in the past two years. She's all about glitter, poofs, silky-shiny dresses, and sparkly shoes and makeup. Ribbons and painted fingernails, too much lipstick, and flailing ballet steps. Even when she goes fishing, she has her hot-pink Barbie worms. This girl does everything in style.
That said, ask her what she wants to be when she grows up. Obviously, she wants to be something feminine right? She'll tell you first, she wants to learn the violin. Those are her immediate plans. Then, she has plans to be a cheerleader. She also would like to be in a band. (I hear her Uncle Mark saying "YES!" from here.) Then, she wants to be a doctor.
I'm grateful for the influences in my daughter's life -- that's the only reason she can equate "feminine" with "doctor" I believe. She has one of the best doctors we could ever have; an exultation of femininity and scholarship. And this little sponge has absorbed it right up in as few as four years. She hasn't visited her doctor for more than minutes at a time per visit, and maybe two or three times per year on average.
Who are the "little" eyes watching you? What do they pick up? Is it what you want them to absorb?