Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
About the Author
Other Books
Chapter One
Sitting behind the main desk of the Hill County Public Library, Jodie Cross was itching for something to do.
It was nearly one PM on a Sunday afternoon, and except for serving three patrons during the past two hours of her shift, the day had so far been entirely uneventful. Last night’s returned books were shelved, the overdue book list generated, the magazine and latest release racks straightened, and the long row of public-access computers double-checked to be fully functional.
For now, the twenty-one-year-old part-time librarian and computer sciences student had absolutely nothing to do but wait for something interesting to happen... and in sleepy Hill County, that could take a very long while indeed!
With a weary sigh, Jodie leaned back in her creaky chair and picked up the erotic novel she’d snuck into the library the other day. If the past few months had taught her anything, it was that the easiest way to improve an intolerably dull shift was to have a little personal fun... although, she was sure her boss would be aghast to learn just how much of yesterday she’d spent with her hand clamped between her legs. It’s a good thing the library budget didn’t cover interior security cameras!
Finding the page where she’d left off, Jodie quickly became engrossed in the escapades of a lonely housewife getting to know a wealthy and rather horny oil magnate in progressively more intimate ways.
After reading a dozen or so pages, Jodie was lurched back to reality by a loud thump on the high counter that formed the front part of her desk. Hastily tossing the erotic book aside, she jumped up and found a pretty but very short blonde girl waiting on the other side. The girl must have been as silent as a mouse, because Jodie couldn’t recall hearing anyone come into the library!
The teenage girl smiled and rocked casually on the balls of her feet. “Hi there. I’d like to check this out,” she proclaimed, nodding at the large reference book perched on the edge of the narrow counter. The girl vaguely reminded Jodie of someone she knew.
Picking up the book, she scanned it into the computer and took particular note of the title: Men, Woman and Hermaphrodites: The Politics of the Intersexed. Taking a sideways glance at the young girl, she noticed for the first time her partially shaved blonde hair, the silver eyebrow and lip rings, the large blue stud in the side of her nose, and the tattoo of a fire-breathing dragon on the side of her left breast, with the head just peeking out from under the swooping neckline of a skimpy black top.
Not one to judge anybody based merely on appearance, Jodie went about her normal routine. “No problem. Can I have your library card please?”
The girl, seemingly having forgotten about such a requirement, rummaged through her clutch and eventually pulled out a bent plastic card, setting it down carefully on the counter.
Sliding the card off the varnished wood, Jodie waved its barcode in front of the scanner and looked at the screen for results. Stacey Bridges: female, eighteen years old, home address not far from here, no outstanding loans. Smiling, Jodie set the card on top of the textbook and moved them both back up on the counter.
“There you go!” she announced cheerfully. Maybe in an hour or so, she’d get to repeat the same exciting process with someone new...
Flashing a toothy grin, the girl reached out to grab her card, but it slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor – its slightly curved shape catching the air, and causing it to drift a good ten feet away from the counter.
Grumbling, the girl turned around and bent over at the waist – and Jodie stifled a gasp as the teen’s much-too-short pleated black skirt rode up and exposed the pale white cheeks of her ass... along with the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties!
Not even daring to breathe, Jodie’s eyes locked on the bulging coffee-bean shape of the fully shaved and red-tinged pussy squeezed provocatively between the girl’s thighs. Although Jodie had never pursued women sexually, she was horny enough from the erotic novel that the view was impossible to find unarousing.
Then, the blonde girl bent her knees and crouched lower, and Jodie gawked in total astonishment as the twin folds of her pussy stretched apart and popped open, revealing a tantalizing groove of healthy pink flesh twinkling with obvious moisture under the harsh fluorescent lighting.
However, there was something even more surprising that caught Jodie’s eye. For wedged in the girl’s gaping cleft where the smooth lines of her inner labia met in a point, there was a bright pink bump that appeared abnormally large, even with the distance between them.
Jodie shivered as an electric tingle ran down her spine. Was that the girl’s clit? Whoa!
The teen then stood up and turned back to the counter. The whole episode had lasted for mere seconds, but to Jodie it felt much longer.
Flashing a warm and entirely innocent grin at the dazed librarian, the young girl snatched the book off the counter and dashed towards the exit, with that extra short skirt bouncing up and down and offering Jodie quick flashes of her lovely white ass.
Trembling with adrenalin-fueled excitement, Jodie almost fell back in her chair. Sometimes this job really surprised her – a young girl with a big clit, checking out a book on hermaphrodites. What were the odds?
Shakily picking up her discarded erotic novel, Jodie struggled to read a few paragraphs, but found herself unable to concentrate on the words. Her mind kept drifting elsewhere, inexplicably engrossed with the bizarre concept of a girl possessing both a pussy and a cock.
Someone like that would be a hell of a lot of fun for everyone involved!
Finally giving up and setting the book on the desk, Jodie took one last sweeping look around the empty library, and decided there was nothing that required her immediate attention. Relaxing back in the creaky old chair, she closed her eyes and slipped a hand under the beltline of her slacks, vividly imagining what it would be like to come upon a real-life hermaphrodite...
...Or, as she’d heard them described before, Futas.
Chapter Two
“Jodie, are you almost done yet?”
Turning my head away from the computer screen, I found the petite eighteen-year-old daughter of my parents’ close friends standing in the open doorway of her father’s home office, leaning casually on one side of the doorjamb.
Even though I’d only come with my folks for dinner tonight as a courtesy – and perhaps because I may have had nothing better to do at home – as the only technical wizard around, I’d somehow gotten roped into fixing the family’s misbehaving computer shortly after dessert. For the past half hour I’d been left by myself to concentrate on the issues, but figuring out what was wrong had proven unusually difficult – I don’t know what they’d been doing to the poor thing, but its stubborn refusal to work was beginning to try my patience.
So, an impromptu visit from the always-weird Karen wasn’t exactly welcome at this moment.
“No, Kay. I’m kinda busy right now, so I really can’t really talk,” I replied, turning back to the screen and typing madly on the keyboard in the hope of hastening her departure.
I heard the office door click closed behind me, and then a moment later felt someone hanging off the back of the wheeled chair, causing it to sway gently from side to side.
“Oh please, Jodie!” she pleaded in an annoying high-pitched, girlish voice. “Brad kicked me outta his room, and now I’m so bored ’cuz they won’t let me use the downstairs TV!”
I felt my heart flutter at the mention of Brad, her strapping older brother. Although one might have expected him, as a guy, to be more than capable of fixing a simple computer, Brad’s primary loves in life were college football and staying fit... and besides for sexting his girlfriend, I could only assume that he was essentially computer illiterate.
Which predictably left me, a girl, to clean up the mess!
I igno
red Karen’s whining and continued working, but her efforts at rocking the chair increased until I could no longer control the mouse.
“Hey, stop that!” I exclaimed irritably, spinning around with an angry glare fixed on my face. But the moment I saw her doe-eyed, innocent expression, I remembered how we used to sometimes play together as kids, and my anger instantly vanished.
Truth be told, I felt sorry for the girl. She’d always been quite socially awkward – practically to the point of being an introvert – and as far as I knew, she’d never once had a long-term best friend. Even with our three-year age difference, which seemed so significant to me as a kid, due to my mother’s close friendship with her mother, I’d probably spent the most time with Karen of anyone outside her immediate family. However, that began tapering off in high school, and ended outright when I started college.
“I’m sorry, Kay... I’ve just got to get this stupid pile of crap working before we go home. You understand.”
Karen grunted unhappily, but didn’t leave the room.
Turning back to the computer, I tried to resume my diagnostics work, but the teen stubbornly began twirling her fingers in my long hair and humming an irritating tune just behind my ear.
“Kay, if you don’t stop that, I’m gonna have to bring out the kryptonite,” I cautioned her.
Karen gasped. “Oh, you wouldn’t dare!” she cried in mock outrage, knowing exactly what I meant.
With a tight-lipped smile, I clenched my fingers into claws and abruptly spun around, grabbing Karen under her arms and ticking her bony ribcage right through her shirt – just like I used to do years ago, whenever I wanted to annoy her into submission.
The surprised girl immediately broke out in a riot of giggles and tried to protect herself from my attack, but I tickled further down her sides and she started laughing uncontrollably, eventually falling to the floor with her arms and legs flailing wildly and tears streaming from her eyes.
Sliding off the chair and onto my knees, I worked my hands under Karen’s yellow shirt and tickled her bare skin all the way up to her armpits, which only caused her to laugh even harder. Her shirt rode up and exposed her taut stomach, and on a whim I bent down and blew a loud raspberry right on her belly, something I knew would send her into fits of complete hysterics.
As Karen thrashed about on the floor, I suddenly felt it – a warm wetness against the bare skin of my upper chest. Surprised, I pulled back from her wriggling body and discovered a dark wet patch on the red fabric of her sweat pants... and it was rapidly spreading outwards.
Karen was laughing so hard she’d peed herself!
“Ahh! Look out, Kay – you wet yourself! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I stopped mid-sentence, shocked by what I next saw.
There, plainly visible beneath the soaking wet material stretched tight across her crotch, was a prominent bulge. And that bulge seemed to be growing larger by the second.
For the longest time, I had no idea what to make of it. My brain reeled at what it was seeing, my jumbled thoughts ranging from wondering if her panties had wadded up, to thinking it had to be a strange bubble of pee like air trapped in a wet swimsuit, all the way to the impossibility of whether Karen was actually a boy – even though I knew beyond any doubt that she was a girl.
As Karen finally got her laughing under control, she wiped the tears from under her eyes, looked up at me, and saw where my wide eyes were aimed. Her excited face abruptly fell in dismay.
“Uh, Jodie, it’s okay... that sometimes happens when I laugh too hard.”
I didn’t know whether she was referring to the peeing, or the mysterious bulge. “Um, Kay... I don’t mean to pry... but what the hell is that?”
The girl chewed nervously on her lower lip. “It’s nothing.”
“It most certainly is something! C’mon, tell me!”
Lowering her eyes, Karen whispered almost inaudibly, “Promise me you won’t freak out?”
My heart pumped furiously inside my chest – it had to be something huge! “Okay, I promise...”
Karen mumbled something unintelligible.
“Sorry, what?”
“My peen!” she blurted out loudly.
I blinked rapidly at this childish-sounding bombshell. Was I right? Was Karen a boy after all? No, that was ridiculous! Although unusually small in stature, she’d always struck me as a perfectly normal girl – at least from what I could see physically.
“I’m sorry... your what?”
“Oh, wait,” she said with a nervous giggle. “I meant my penis. It’s just I’ve always thought that sounded too... too male, so I’ve called it my peen since I was little. But please, Jodie... this is very private stuff, so don’t go telling anybody... okay?”
My mouth hung open in shocked awe. I’ve known Karen for the better part of half my life, so how could I not have been aware of something so incredibly scandalous! “How... how is that even possible?”
“Um, I dunno... I guess I was just made special with both girl and boy parts. You know.”
She had girl parts too? This was getting weirder by the minute! The girl – or boy? whatever! – reached down and ran her slender fingers around the perimeter of the wet bulge between her legs.
“Mom says when I was born, the doctors told her I wasn’t right – sexually ambiguous, they said – and she had to pick whether she wanted me to be a boy or a girl, and then they’d cut off the rest. But she refused, and said she couldn’t do that to me, and I should be able to choose what I wanted to be for myself when I was older. I grew up always feeling like a girl, but was terrified of having anything cut off, so we never actually did anything... and now that I’m older, I don’t ever wanna do that!”
“Uh, that’s understandable,” I whispered softly. I’d read a tiny bit in school about people supposedly born with both sexes like this – hermaphrodites – but I’d always thought it was just some freak occurrence that happened in third-world countries, and never imagined I’d already know one in real life!
“Uh, Jodie, you’re not saying much... you’re not freaked out, are you?” asked Karen timidly. “I’d hate to lose you as a friend.”
“No, Kay, you’ll always be my friend no matter what. I’m speechless only because... well, because I’m fascinated!”
“Oh, that’s good then,” she breathed out with obvious relief. All of a sudden, she looked up at me and blurted, “Hey – you wanna see it?”
I licked my lips and swallowed hard – this was something I just had to see. “Oh, yes please!”
Without further ado, Karen hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her red sweat pants, lifted her butt off the floor, and pushed the wet material off her narrow hips, down her legs, and into a rumpled pile on the floor. Then, for no particular reason, she also removed her yellow shirt, revealing a pair of firm A-cup breasts about the size of two half oranges perched high on her chest – no bra, of course – both topped with deep red puffy areolas and thick nipples that seemed far too large for her diminutive build.
Karen was now wearing nothing more than a pair of urine-stained white cotton panties that clearly showed off the diagonal outline of something very special lurking beneath. Not knowing what to expect, I’d been imagining something along the lines of an extra big clit, or maybe a skinny undersized dick, but the bulge in her underwear seemed large even for a normal man’s penis.
I started to doubt that this whole thing could possibly be real – she had to be playing some sort of practical joke on me!
Lifting her bum off the floor again, Karen smiled sultrily as she slowly pushed down her panties.
At first, I saw only the smooth, white expanse of a shaved and hairless groin, with the sexy tapered V of her abdomen directing my eye naturally towards the parallel creases that marked the top of her slit – or so I thought.
As her panties inched lower, what I was in fact looking at was a wide ridge of pale white skin that humped upwards between her plump folds, not all that unlike a few of the un
usually big clit hoods I’d seen on girls at school. But instead of disappearing back inside her cleft, or transitioning to a pair of inner labia, the thick hump – which was actually a cylinder – continued on well past her crotch.
My mouth gaped open as more and more flesh was revealed. When Karen’s panties reached as far down as her mid-thigh, something suddenly pulled free of the taut white cotton and sprang up like an attacking cobra.
It was her penis. Her fully erect, and remarkably large penis!
Oh my god! Little Karen really did have a cock!
“Wow, it’s so big!” I blurted out in stunned disbelief of the out-of-place organ bobbing defiantly between her legs. It had to be a good eight inches long and over an inch and a half thick, looking so grossly disproportionate in size compared to her waifish four-foot-ten-inch tall and eighty-five pound frame, that for a split second I thought it was a rubber strap-on dildo.
But, there were no straps holding it in place, and once I acknowledged it was unquestionably the real thing... my tingling pussy convulsed so fiercely in inexplicable arousal, that I felt it push out a gush of wetness that quickly soaked through my panties.
Compared to porn or the very few guys I’d seen naked in real life, Karen’s penis looked markedly different from normal – it somehow seemed feminine. The skin of the shaft was exceptionally smooth and as pure white as her groin, without any lines, creases, or dark bulging veins to mar its perfection. The long, engorged shaft had an obvious curve to it, but instead of bending upwards or to the side, it humped downwards. And then, mushrooming out at the top and aimed straight towards me, was a positively huge bright pink glans that flared significantly wider than the shaft, looking almost like one of those Russian onion domes.
Karen finished sliding her panties past her tiny feet and then let her legs fall open wider.
Although clearly uncircumcised, her foreskin wasn’t noticeable, and as my eyes roamed lower, I also couldn’t see any obvious sign of a scrotum and testicles. But located directly beneath this one exceptional boy-part, was exactly what I would have expected to see on any normal girl: a perfectly formed vulva.
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