Forces of Fate: A Futa and Femboy's Journey

"Do you think... I'm a monster?"

I looked at her, my head spinning. She was sitting across from me, her hands clasped before her. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and she wore a look of deep seriousness I'd never seen in her before.

A moment passed as I tried to find the words. "What? Why would you ask that?"

She shrugged, a melancholy smile on her lips. "Most people do," she said as she stood and turned away from me. She walked over to the window and peered out into the night sky for a few moments before returning to sit beside me again. I carefully studied her face as she spoke once more. "I'm what people call a 'futa'."

"What's... a futa?" I asked softly. The word was new to me, but it didn't sound like something good; I could hear the disgust in her voice when she said it.

She smiled sadly again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently toward her until we sat side-by-side on the couch with our heads together. Her fingers brushed through my hair as she explained in a murmur, "A futanari," she corrected herself. "It means someone born *with* both male and female genitalia."

"You're born like that?" I stammered in disbelief, staring at her crotch as if I could see right through her clothes. She nodded solemnly, watching my expression.

"The doctors told my parents that I had ambiguous genitalia when I was born," she went on quietly, "and that there wasn't anything they could do about it." I shuddered involuntarily as I thought of just how close that must have been for her parents. But then again, it couldn't have been any worse than finding out your kid was some kind of freak after they were already born! "They warned them not to let anyone know about it because of social stigma."

"Oh..." That seemed pretty harsh. So many questions rushed through my mind that I didn't even know where to start!

"The doctors... They could tell you which things belonged to which sex so they wouldn't mix up your hospital records or stuff like that," she continued softly. "And they gave me... special physical examinations every month to make sure everything was okay..." She trailed off, biting her lip and looking down at the floor as if remembering something unpleasant. A few minutes later she looked back up at me from where she stood next to the couch, an oddly mischievous glint in her eyes as she asked: "Would you be interested in having one of those 'special' examinations now?"

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