The toothbrush fell on the sink, followed by a grumpy mumble from Kristanna, "Ahh... crap". The girl lazily bent down to grab it, her shoulder-length, blood-red hair falling casually on her face with her movement. She stared at the reflection in the mirror, lazy eyes, a swollen face from a tough night of sleep. She had her eyelids half down, covering her sea-green eyes partially, her red lips covered in toothpaste foam.
However sleepy and messy she was now, Kristanna's beauty was still undeniable. She had very symmetrical features and smooth skin, with a hint of freckles on her cheeks. She washed the brush after picking it up and continued to lazily brush her teeth trying to wake herself up in the process.
Kristanna had just turned eighteen. But to most onlookers, she would pass as older, clearly having matured early. As she moved her arms holding the brush, her generous breasts jiggled freely under her pajamas, which were strangely "glued" to her skin by a sticky mixture. Soft and weighing heavily with their size, her breasts were still somehow extremely firm and perky.
The girl wore her favorite and most comfortable set of white PJs. The pants were supposed to be loose on her body, but her thick thighs, wide hips, and equally generous ass cheeks filled them up completely making them skin tight. An extremely voluptuous figure for a girl her age, or any age for that matter.
She thought about how today was probably going to play out: go to school, dodge the horny boys, pretend to like people, be social and blend in, etc. Boring, predictable, the same she had been doing for years. Kristanna was almost done with school and she couldn't wait to finally be free to explore the world, see new things and different people. Maybe out there she wouldn't feel like an outsider and find somewhere she belonged to. She had no idea if such a place even existed, but her heart hungered for more than the life she currently had. She was a teenager, after all, absorbed in her world and desires.
Deep within her heart, Kristanna knew she would be much worse of had she not been adopted by the Smiths, the family she had been living with for the last five or six years. She had fled the home she was born at right before she turned ten, a young child alone in the world. She ran for reasons she would rather forget. Her mind ended up blocking most of the memories from her difficult early childhood. Whatever she remembered she just wished she could forget. She managed to get away and that was everything that mattered. But right after that, with no place to go, she found herself abandoned in the streets. It wasn't long until she was found and ended up thrown into a government institution for recovery and, hopefully, adoption.
Kristanna had no hope to be taken by anyone, she was too old. But after a couple of years living in the orphanage, the Smiths entered her life. At the time, it wasn't the family's plans to choose an older child such as Kristanna. But she had a captivating aura, such a beautiful girl. Her red hair locks gave her an almost angelic look. The Smiths were a very generous family, deeply Christian and religious, they decided to give Kristanna a second chance out of the goodness of their hearts. She now had a sister called Sarah who was only a couple of months younger than her, and parents that loved her and treated her as a daughter.
The Smiths were far from the perfect family though. The same Christianity that made them kind and generous also made them harsh and narrow-minded at times. They practically forced Kristanna to go to church and follow their traditions every day, traditions the girl had never been used to. Nevertheless, she accepted them, she was flexible and did what she had to do to survive. Any kind family would beat living out there. Going to some church and sitting through rites and religious classes was a small price to pay. Were not for this family Kristanna could have easily ended up in the hands of some kind of pervert, sexual criminal or serial killer for all she knew.
The Smiths were mostly good and kind people, but sensible minds could see the fearmongering strategies they often employed. They raised the girls the same way they were raised. As if there was a veil of threat on their every statement whenever the kids would "misbehave". Not directly from them, but from Jesus of course. Peter Smith or Amanda Smith weren't the ones that did not approve of her behavior, it was Jesus, the son of God, creator of the universe.
As such, every wrong they did was getting closer to condemning their soul to hell, unless they repented and made amends. After all, everyone is a sinner, so mistakes are expected. They just had to repent and do the shores as atonement. Amanda and Peter saw themselves as mere "messengers of the Lord", they repeated as they pointed to one of the many crosses that hanged on the walls of their house. Nevermind the fact that "the Lord's message" seemed to always coincide with what they thought was best.
Kristanna never argued or confronted them, but deep inside she felt somehow imprisoned, living the life they wished for her and not her own. She appreciated the fact she had been safe and cared for during her teenage years, more than she had ever felt in her life. Nevertheless, now all the safety slowly turned into annoyance or boredom, creating a prison around her. She longed to be free once again.
All she had to do was keep her secret from them for a few more months until the school finally ended and she could move out. Kristanna was so afraid of them finding out, they were so prude and strict with sexual subjects that she honestly believed that they might bring back the inquisition and burn her at the stake. God forbid they discovered that she had been an intersex, also known as a hermaphrodite, since birth and possessed both male and female sexual organs.
It had been somewhat easy for her to hide it up to this point. Apart from her extra male appendage, she looked completely female. Matter of fact, her body was overly feminine, with round curves, wide hips and heavy but perky breasts that caused a lot of envy on her classmates. She was a prime example of a healthy and beautiful woman, with her stunning features and complexion, excellent skin and hair even without ever needing to make use of many cosmetic products or makeup. Her appearance worked well to divert any suspicion of what she was hiding between her legs.
And so the Smiths had no clue of her unusual anatomy. To them, she was a blessed, beautiful young girl who needed to learn some modesty and get used to her newly developed body. The fact she avoided all the boys at school like the plague certainly helped her stay in the SMith's good graces. But the familiar twitch inside Kristanna's PJs as she brushed her teeth reminded her to always stay vigilant. If it depended on the redhead, neither the Smiths nor anyone else would ever find out about her "friend".
And what a big friend it was, massive to some standards. Kristanna could put even the most well-endowed pornstar to shame. When hard her penis could easily grow up to be well over a foot long, with a diameter of almost three inches to match, and it sported two heavy apple-sized testicles hanging underneath it. Certainly, it would make most men jealous of its majestic size. But when not erect it was much smaller, at least half it's size. She had learned to conceal her member very well strapping it to her leg and wearing loose clothing.
However, as she went through her teenage years her sexual needs increased progressively. Kristanna had to "relief herself" more often with the passing of the months. Most teenage boys could attest to how that feels like. The hormones, thoughts, and urges. But Kristanna, even if not fully aware of it, was already way beyond the usual needs of any teenage boys. She religiously masturbated four to five times a day. And even with such frequent ejaculations she still dispensed an amount of seed in every orgasm that was impressive and abnormal.
