I'm also not a Futa. Either kind. The real ones are born with working male and female genitals. Then there are those who have it done cosmetically." S...e was going to go on with that, but she realized that some of those present had probably had cosmetic treatments, only something other than one to enlarge her clitoris to the point that it could pass for a penis. Miranda shut her mouth to keep from putting her foot in any deeper than she had. The fad was for the result not just to pass, but to be. I tried to blame it all on Cindy, she had awakened the desires in me to be dominant, they had always been there I suppose, but she had caused them to surface. My mind would drift back to all the times we had been together, how she would encourage me to tie her up and use her young body, to create a pain that she enjoyed and which I had come to enjoy creating. It had never really been an intense pain; my mind wouldn't let me go to that extreme, but a pleasurable pain that made her cum so hard. The shoes were clear platforms, like stripper's pumps. They were an inch thick, and very high-heeled, with the heel at the back going up six inches higher. Instead of straps, they had open-toed clear tops, but they weren't heavy at all. Maybe the platform-heels were hollow because the shoes felt very light when she picked them up.With reluctance, Ayumi put them on, embarrassed at how sexy the shoes looked as they showed off her pink toenails (Huh? When did her toenails get pink nail polish?! No. I could feel a thunderous erection developing. "I'm not hungry, Aunt, I mean Jane." When I spoke her name like that, it had the effect of leveling the playing field, even if I was a young inexperienced punk who hadn't even reached second base at that point in time. "What, a strong young man not hungry?" Her eyes seemed to dance at this, as if she were asking a totally different question. "I could cut your grass right now if you'd like?" I wanted to do something for her, anything to make her.