Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 3 Prologue
I groaned, and my eyes slowly opened as my alarm blared, notifying me that it was time to be awake. I was not too fond of that alarm, and I slowly got up, feeling the absence of nobody around me. I paused briefly with that thought, and I couldn't help but wryly smile as I reached for the alarm shutting it off. My thoughts felt sluggish, and I slowly got up, feeling the familiar room around me.
As I looked at my phone, I noticed that I had texts that I hadn't seen the night before. I ignored them as I got up to move toward my Iron, and I started to stretch my arms before I began to pump some iron. The familiar movement and strain made my groggy mind happy as I bench pressed a light two hundred pounds. After finishing three sets and starting to feel the strain in my arms, I put up the bell and smiled. I then followed up with two-hundred-pound squats with three sets.
At this point, I was dripping with sweat, and I couldn't help but smile at the great way to start the day. I put down the weights and made my way over to the shower. I began to wash myself off thoroughly, thinking about how life for me was as I finished washing my hair. I stepped out and slightly cursed as I forgot to replace my towel. I went out and grabbed a fresh one and dried myself off, slowly taking more time on my hair before hanging it up on the peg.
I stopped to brush my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a confident blonde woman with wet hair down to the middle of her back. Although I wasn't meticulous about my hair, it looked healthy with a shine to it, and it was naturally straight. I smiled and saw my F cup breasts on without a stretch mark in sight. I almost laughed at my last thought as I only turned eighteen back over the summer. It was a sobering thought as I continued to look in the mirror seeing the seven-inch flaccid cock in my vision. Under that flaccid cock were two large testicles that did not look in place on my nice body.
I smiled, though, as I loved my body. It was my temple that I worked on and kept clean for myself. It was something that I needed to keep up; otherwise, it would fall apart. I loved my body, and I knew that I looked good, and I was proud of the nice six-pack abs on display. It was all the muscle that showed on my body, much to my dismay, and I turned away from looking at myself and began to brush my teeth. I was already running a little behind on what would be my first appointment today.
As I remember that Monday, which would be two full weeks ago today, I remembered that anger, and it bubbled up to the surface. It felt almost bile in my mouth that I wanted to spit out with the bad taste thinking of Jake on that day brought up. I pushed the memory down, and I turned to gather my now dry laundry and set about getting ready and dressed for school and double-checking the packing I did last night for the school.
