The Life of Emily Reed

Story by SecretSideOfKate

Contains (so far):

Girl solo, Futa solo, Girl/futa, Light girl/girl, Futa/girl/girl, Futa/futa, Futa/futa/girl, futa/futa/futa, futa/futa/girl/girl, Very light domination

So this is something I sort of just decided to do out of nowhere. =D Sorry, the first chapter doesn't have a whole lot of sexy stuff in it, but I hope to improve on that in future chapters. I'm new to this thing, what can I say?

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy at least a little bit.

Le Contents:

Chapter 1 (look below)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 (The Final Chapter)

My name is Emily Reed.

I'm a high school student in my senior year. I do fairly well in school, mostly as a matter of natural talent - I'm a bit apathetic (some would say 'lazy') and so don't always do the work I should, but I've never had trouble passing and have always been able to drift through the academic side of my school life with minimal difficulty. It's the other side of my life I have always struggled with: the social side.

The simple explanation would be to say that I'm shy. I'm hardly reclusive, but I'm not very outgoing, and I don't make new friends very easily. My personality's also pretty off-setting, I'd imagine; I'm weird, and I'm a bit of a geek, to put the classic labels on it. I've got the glasses, I wear my hair short (just down to the bottom of my neck) and without any products, and I dress sensibly and plainly. It's a matter of choice, I think. I don't really want to be anything else. After all, I'm not physically able enough to be an athlete, not independant enough to fit into counterculture, and not dumb or pretty enough to be the kind of girl that just about eighty percent of the girls in high school try to be. I've never wanted to be the same as everybody else, though I never had the desire to be so much different. It's interesting how quickly you can be thrust out of a comfortable place.

As I've already mentioned, I'm a pretty shy girl. My circle of friends is fairly closed, and consists mainly of myself and three other girls. Out of our little semi-clique, my absolute best friend is Bree Landon, who is an outcast of a different sort. She'd probably fit very well into the punk circle at our school, but I guess they won't have her; maybe they find her too rough around the edges, or maybe she's just different from them in some other way. In any case, while those kids found each other, she found us, and I'm really glad she did. I doubt I could have made it this far without Bree.

On the day my story begins, I was meeting Bree out in front of the school. Classes had just finished for the day, and I always met Bree there after school. Sometimes we'd do something interesting, but most of the time we'd just hang out - I think I loved the time I spent doing nothing with Bree even more than the time we spent engaged in some activity. On this day, an assembly had cut into our lunch period and I hadn't seen her all day. I couldn't hold back a wide smile when I saw her, which was returned in equal measure.

Looking at her always gave me very faint pangs of jealousy, and sometimes I wondered if somebody like me really deserved to be friends with somebody so beautiful. Bree wore her hair long and straight, black (its natural color) streaked with vibrant pink. She wore light makeup that accented her soft features perfectly, and always wore clothes that really made her look great without being too slutty; today she had a tight black t-shirt and faded, ripped jeans, held up by a studded leather belt (I doubted it actually had any function, since the jeans were pretty tight as well). She wore her usual assortment of colorful bracelets and jewelry, and it all came to

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