Victoria smirk grew. “I knew you were gay, Wendy.”Wendy gasped. “I’m not gay because...” Then she glanced at me, her eyes wide. “I mean, s...ould we tell them.”“I’m a futanari,” I said at the top of my lungs. I heard a few gasps from nearby tables. “I, eh, came down with Futanari Syndrome yesterday.”“That’s the secret that you and Pita have been hinting at!” Briana gasped.“Oh, my god, Jenny!” gasped Tina. She bounded to her feet. “Are you okay?“I’m great!” I said, tightening my grip on Wendy’s. She also gave me a prescription for a ten-day dose of an anti-inflammatory, and told me to make sure I took all of the pills. Meg took me to the pharmacy, got my prescription filled, then got me home again. I hobbled into the living room, with her help as a crutch, and got myself set up on the couch with a couple of books, and a pillow to keep my foot elevated. Meg insisted that she would cook dinner and bring it over, ‘as it was the least she could do, considering that I had hurt myself. His hands started massaging my shoulders and I could clearly feel the ‘bump’ in his pants pressed up against my head.He said, “I’ve seen three other software demonstrations this week, Joanne. All of them seem to be good apps. What would make me choose yours over the others?”As he said this, he slipped both hands inside the thin material of my dress and began massaging both of my breasts, flicking the nipples with his fingers as he did. I knew where this was going. I’d been dealing with extra. ..She would never feel awkward or embarrassed around Marcus again.She unzipped her skirt and slowly shimmied it over her hips, wriggling them a little bit too excessively as she watched Marcus through lowered lashes.His reactions to her were so gratifying, that he was going to her head like alcohol.She allowed the skirt to pool around her feet and then stepped out of it ... where she left on the floor – discarded and forgotten.Marcus could not take any more.She stood before him in just her bra.