This story is from the perspective of Jon an 18 year old male that attends high school just trying to live his life in this Futanari dominated world.M...et the family:Jon (YOU)- You are Jon an 18 year old white male with black hair, you have a soft girlish face and a petite build being shorter and much more slender than your average male giving you the look of a young woman just without the breast and giant dick, yours only being 6 inches, normal for a male but nothing compared to any Futa, all. It's ok Lisa. Let's just get this over with. 38D wow. I'm only a 34B, I'm jealous as she smiles at me. I laugh and sigh at the same time.Well that wasn't to bad was it??? If you say so Lisa I say.The end on November and I'm off to see the doctor for my check up. Almost a year now since my surgery.There's a new doctor now. A younger guy about 30. He asks me to take my clothes off and put the robe on that's open at the back and sit in the table with my feet in the stirrups. Then leaves, a few. "That's my man, always thinking."They were a family now.That, at least, Anthony knew. The future could hold anything. Unsolvable problems could be behind every new corner, but, that almost didn't matter. The last month had let them all accept their new life, to at least some degree. Let them all get to know each other's faults, habits ... and, more importantly, forgive them.Perhaps not LIKE them, but at least tolerate them.Things had not degenerated into a wild orgy, for which Anthony was. You surrendered the toy back to my care, and I turned up the speed to the next setting, and began to probe with the tip between your lips and into your pink walls, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo with which I penetrated you and then withdrew from you. My hand was the proxy for my own sex, and as I manipulated the flesh-colored phallus into your waiting and wet canal, it was as though it was my own sex that was entering you. We both sensed it. The pretense of friends, and of.