“Yes.” She smiled. “Of course. I just can’t believe you’re not a boy. But I guess enough of you is a boy for me to like it.”The comparison...made Maddi wince. Although she often felt conflicted about her gender identity, it added frustration to the deal. It was difficult enough to find her own way in the world, let alone with the unwavering demands of society. Her motivation to populate the world with futas was clear— to make it a more sustainable place for Maddi, her sister, and their kind.‘One. It got larger and larger until it was five feet or so across and vaguely rectangular in shape. On the flat surface presented to James, an image appeared.The neighborhood was run down. The yards, tiny and unkempt, were as likely to have garbage or discarded appliances as they were to have grass. The houses were run down and neglected, with holes in the siding, missing shingles, boarded up windows and most had at least one graffiti tag.The vehicles at the curb in front of the run down houses were. She leaned over the console of my van thrusting them close to my arm, I reached over with my right hand and casually squeezed first one then the other. Oh yeah they felt even better than they looked."Turn about is fair play" she said as she slid her hand across my thigh and grabbed my dick that was already trying to stretch down my pants leg."Ohh you like me do you" she laughed and sat back in her seat. We made small talk the rest of the way, me asking her about her projects and her life. Like. You've lost your memory, but I've suspected for a long time that your father beat you when no one was looking. It would explain so many things. No matter how I tried to pry things out of you, I might as well have been talking to a tree limb." She smiled when she said that. It made me think there was a tree story in David's past that made her laugh."As far as I know, you have no friends, no girls that interest you, no hobbies that you can't do alone, no problem with school work, and no interest.