Don't feel too bad, Gug. I myself once dabbled briefly in metrosexuality (not in Nam, of course). Several years ago, around the time boys started wearing their sister's jeans and using copious amounts of hair gel and discussing thread counts, my siblings decided that I hadn't acclimated to the new fashion trends in a timely manner and when visiting over christmas decided to have an intervention. Since they were paying I went along, and against my objections I acquiesced to their demands to dress me in pants from Express for [gay] Men.
Like you, however, I had to draw a line in the sand; across this line YOU DO NOT! That line was not getting highlights in my hair or going to the tanning bed. My sister was really pissed that I thwarted their intervention plan, but at least I escaped with some of my pride still intact.