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Dirty Girl
(Veronica Sloan)

When she worked up the courage, Stacy would ask me if I was psychic. That's one of the many powers that futanari are rumored to possess. I tried to be mindful, and not laugh, when I replied that, no, that's just silly. I don't know what women are thinking, but I do listen and I do care. Some women refuse to believe that. They like believing that futa are magical, that they're the answer to their fear, their horniness, their boredom.



The answer couldn't be a sympathetic woman, so it must be something else. The popular opinion among the suburban tiger moms that made up my clientele was that a futa wasn't a lesbian. A futanari like me is an oddity, a break from the norm. A bored housewife can forgive herself for sleeping with a futanari because it's strange and new. If she stepped out of her marriage for another woman - well, that's a different story. It's not the story they want to tell themselves...



Here's my kinky confession: I didn't mind being their fetish. I had a thing for confused straight girls even before the Futa Virus hit town. Some lesbians will tell you they hate those girls. Not me. They're my fetish.



That was why I never charged women like Stacy for the first date. If we did nothing but talk, or hold hands, she would leave with the knowledge that I was with her because I wanted to be. There's a thrill to playing things soft and slow, to being naughty in plain sight. I wasn't the one cheating, I was the thing she was using to cheat. That meant, no matter how pretty I was or put together, no matter how sweet or patient or kind, I was her dirty girl.