I never wanted it to end, I wanted to stay with Adam. Around nine, I started to get dress, I had a twelve hour drive back to Ohio. I looked at Adam, s...und asleep in bed. I didn't want to wake him, but hoped he'd wake before I had to leave, maybe even convince me to stay.I didn't have to wait long, he woke up shortly after I did. He smiled as he propped himself up on the pillows. He said, "You know, I love that shirt, but you look better without clothes."I rolled my eyes. I knew he was going to. Good news because I managed to stay on the squad and bruises because I broke a team rule. It all began with a demand from my parents that I be educated at a conservative college if I expected them to pay for my university. I agreed because I could still be on a cheerleader squad with a national reputation.My parents were taken aback and along with a dozen other parents complained about our new more progressive looking uniforms. They showed a lot of skin, but were not indecent. When they saw me. You can keep me company in the garage." I nod, and follow Mr. Miller to his garage. I have made a point of keeping him company, especially the last couple of years. A miniature rake falls out of his toolbox and I bend down to pick it up. He says, "It's okay, Katie. I'll get that." As he squats down, one of Mr. Miller's balls slip out the right side of his shorts. I couldn't help but look. He must not be wearing any underwear. His shorts are kinda short after all. "Mr. Miller has nice. Their breast size and skin tone weren’t the only way anatomy set them apart. Samantha was a futanari and she’d made little effort to hide it on the job. Within weeks of joining the firm, nearly everyone who worked there had seen the sizable bulge in the front of Sam’s skirts and pant suits.This had caused some to steer clear of her at the office. Most were scaredy-cat men who were intimidated by a woman with a bigger cock and bigoted women who felt futanari were betrayers to real womanhood. Not.