Futa Schoolgirl

Story by SardonicSmile

Hi guys, I'll be posting a short story that I wrote last year.

I may continue with it if enough people want more.

Chapter 1

"Wake up honey, it's already fifteen after!" my mother called as she turned my light on. The alarm had been going off for fifteen minutes, but I dreaded school; Today was the first day of my senior year, and I was the shy girl. Painfully shy, mostly because of my condition. I was born a hermaphrodite. Most of the people with this condition are born with a micro penis and a vagina. I, on the other hand, was born with a fully functional penis, and with no other side-effects usually associated with 5-alpha reductase deficiency.

"MARIE, NOW." she called again. "OKAY, okay". I let out a frustrated sigh as I slid out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, stopping at the mirror. Thankfully, my face and figure were both very feminine. I was really short: 5'0" and 110 pounds, with natural bleach blonde hair. My tits had grown past 38D since I turned 18, and the boys at school had started showing more interest. I liked that kind of attention, and I'd been buying more provocative clothing this year. High heels, low cut shirts and dresses, push-up bras, whatever I could do without revealing my secret.

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I wasn't diagnosed until I was 6 months old, when it my gender became more apparent. After I was diagnosed, I was raised as a girl, and they had my name changed to Marie. I became very feminine and started liking boys at a young age. At 13, I started to realize that my penis was much larger than it should be. Hiding it became a problem, especially when I started getting erections.

I played with my dick absently as I daydreamt in front of the mirror. The size of it was starting to worry me (though I'll admit, it excited me too); hard, it was as thick as a soda can, and was almost as long as my forearm. Taping it against my thigh has been an everyday thing unless I was wearing something like leggings and a long dress. As I stepped into the shower, I wondered if I'd ever find a guy that would want me.

Still, I'd had opportunities to have the operation, and I always turned them down. It was a part of me and the thought of removing it terrified me, and.. I just liked it. Lately I had been sucking myself nearly every time I was alone, and I loved the taste of cum, or at least mine. Sometimes it made me feel slutty or depraved, as if it was wrong to have this much fun with my condition.

I stared into the mirror again as I dried off. I was proud of my body; even the thing dangling between my thighs. My legs were nice, and I found myself wishing I could show more of them. I taped myself up and went into the closet. After some searching I found the blue skirt I'd been looking for. It would be risky; it was a few inches above my knees. I slid it on and realized it was only hanging two or three inches past my dick. It would be nearly showing if I were to sit down or bend over. "I'll just have to be careful", I decided.

"Time to go, Marie!" my mother called as I was finishing with my hair. I had found matching 4" heels and a low cut top to go with the skirt. I stopped at the mirror one last time and began dreading what my mother would say. I looked like a slut, atleast compared to the way I normally dress, and all the boys would be staring. Good. I felt the tape tightening around my dick as I walked into the kitchen.

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We got to school and I stepped out of the car as carefully as I could. I hadn't gotten classes with any of my friends and I was pretty nervous. "MARIE!" I heard a girl yelling. It was Amy and my usual group of friends. There were eyes on me as I walked towards my friends, and I felt myself blushing. "Hey!" Amy said as she gave me a hug, "You look different". "Well, thanks, I guess" I said, laughing. We talked about our summer breaks and our classes for a few minutes until the bell rang.

I found my class and started walking towards the back. There were a few people already there; including a really cute black guy whose eyes followed me all the way to my seat. I'm sure my cheeks were bright red as I sat down, putting my books in my lap. The skirt was worrying me, and I began to have second thoughts.

The rest of the school day was fairly uneventful, and I got used to all the looks I was getting. I was enjoying it, even making eye contact and smiling with some of them by the end of fourth period.

The last bell rang and I began making my way towards the parking lot. The tall, cute-looking guy from first period came up beside me. "What's up, what's your name?" "Marie", I answered quietly. "I'm Martin, nice to meet you. I was in your algebra class", he said as he extended his hand. "Yeah, I remember", I shook his hand and grinned. "So do you need a ride? Not on the bus, are you?" he asked as he walked beside me. "Umm…" I conside

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