LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON'S REQUEST (futa, mast, slow/story set up)

Story by misfit446

I'm trying to get back but work, life and whatever is a major interruption. Oh well. Here is what I got.

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LADY ANASTASIA WORTHINGTON’S REQUEST

With a sigh Annie, as she was known amongst her friends and business partners, blinked at the computer screen. She had received another email from WORLD CHILDREN SANCTUARY, the group she was working with to help find her a child.

Though she hadn’t thought it through totally, she felt a girl would be best. Being the only child of now deceased parents, her only experience was with women, usually. Sure, she loved her ‘papa’ but her day to day living was with other women; her mother, her aunts, her tutor and sitter and the maids. She only dealt with her father at meals and bedtime, which consisted of a stern warning about keeping up her grades and a chaste kiss on her forehead.

Annie also knew she was raised in wealth. It was practically drummed into her stubborn head that she was the daughter of LORD WILLIAM WORTHINGTON and her mother, Willie (WILHELMINA) Monson. Her mother was an American heiress and divorcee who married a twice divorced Lord, from England. GASP!

And the product of this joining was little Annie. But she was not a normal bundle of joy. She was born a hermaphrodite. She had a jutting little dick with round acorns for balls and hidden underneath was her immature vagina.

At first, the prestigious St. Paul Hospital, a very exclusive private English hospital for the rich and famous, didn’t know what to do, how to classify the baby. But her mother, languid eyes blinking and cooing over her suckling child decided. “We will call her Anastasia.”

That done, the records showed the birth was female. Much celebration was had with the first birth of the only heir of the Worthington fortune, not to mention the Monson one as well.

So little Annie was doted on with over indulgence to the point of the later five year old would yell at her helpers, calling them names if they didn’t do something she asked. Known as a common ‘RICH BRAT’ the help seemed to have a heavier turn over than usual for something as refined and delicate as working for a Lord and Lady of the British Realm, not to mention the excellent salary and benefits.

Though born and bred in merry old England, she also was a citizen of the good ole US of A. And after her grueling education, she decided to settle there, having a very expensive apartment bought for her in Manhattan after graduation. Her first job was as a mid level business administrator at one of her father’s companies.

Annie wasn’t stupid when it came to the bottom line. Even having graduated and then at twenty two, earning seventy five a year American, she thought she was on top of the world.

Work could be brutal, some weeks hitting eighty hours but Annie was happy, or so she thought. While taking a shower late on a Friday, she cried under the rush of the warm water. She had heard many of the female employees talking about dates and partying. All she had was paperwork and going to bed. It wasn’t the work that got to her. It was her personal life. Or lack thereof!

She was a virgin. Never having a boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter. Her body, at twenty two was gross, according to her. She was skinny. Her tits were not even A cups. Sure, her nipples were thick and oh so suckable, but she was just a bundle of bones. Well, definitely those but she also possessed what almost no other girl she knew had. That was a honking thick and long dork with balls to match.

And that embarrassment would harden at the most inopportune times, dripping about her French cut panties and making a moist, sticky mess under her skirt. But thinking about it later, lying in bed, that occasion usually happened when she was attracted to someone. Thinking further, she had to admit it was a FEMALE someone she was attracted to.

Sighing, she sadly went to bed but decided to do something about image. With counsel from her mother, still alive at the time, she scheduled a private consultation with a doctor at the still exclusive St. Paul Hospital. She had to take a leave of absence to do so and fly back to Britain.

Three weeks of examinations, tests and embarrassing handling about her skinny body and thick dick that hung down almost to her knees.

“You’re a very pretty young woman,” the female doctor offered, pulling off her pre cum slick latex gloves from her hands. She washed up and dried her hands. “The tests show that your body is over run with Testosterone.”

“Like boy hormones?”

“Essentially yes. So we will start a regimen of heavy Estrogen to counter act the effects of your, er, boy bits. Okay?”

“Um, anything that will give me some tits,” Annie announced crassly while she stuffed her uncut cock into the trousers of her suit.

“Yes, it should help. The records show you haven’t had a period yet.”

“Nope.”

“You will probably get th

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