Writer's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional. The main character in this series is a young woman with a unique combination of sexual organs, which features prominently in this and other stories. Although intersex variations are briefly mentioned, this is not meant to be an accurate representation of any specific intersex variation. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.
"Hit it like rom-pom-pom-pom! Get it hot like Papa John! Make a bitch go on and on! It's a femininomenon!"
Penny Thompson sat in the waiting room, listening to music on her headphones and singing along under her breath. She was trying to distract herself from the task at hand, to keep from rushing out of the doctor's office and never coming back. She nervously twirled a finger in her mop of frizzy red curls. She wore baggy black sweatpants and a bulky gray hoodie, which served as her traditional teenage
Please-Don't-Look-At-Me
camouflage.
Penny was 19 years old, about to start her first semester at Plainview College of Arts. She had earned a generous scholarship, which had helped convince her parents to let her pursue an economically questionable degree like Fine Arts. But the college required updated vaccinations and a recent physical examination before she could move into the dorms.
Penny hadn't had a full physical since she hit puberty. Her childhood physician had been a kind elderly man, who specialized in children with her unique condition. She hoped this new doctor would be professional and non-judgmental, but she was scared about letting a new doctor examine her. A full physical was embarrassing for anyone, and Penny had more to worry about than most.
But she wanted desperately to get out of her parent's house. To experience dorm life and take the art classes she was so excited for. If she lost out on this scholarship, she would never get this opportunity again. That meant an updated physical. So... here she was.
The doctor's office was small and private, at the end of a quiet strip mall. Just a simple waiting room with a reception desk, and an open doorway leading into a short hallway with two doors facing each other at the end. Penny had made an appointment for late in the day, so she was the only patient there. A phone rang, and the receptionist picked it up.
"Dr. Fellows' office, this is Mrs. Hamada speaking," the middle aged Asian woman answered with a hint of boredom. "Are you calling for a general medical appointment, or for a sex therapy appointment?"
Penny's perpetually horny, 19-year-old brain perked up at the word "sex," and she shifted one of her headphone cups off of one ear to eavesdrop.
"Oh yes, that's a problem that Dr. Fellows specializes in," The receptionist said to the caller. "She's successfully helped many couples and individuals... though results are never guaranteed." Did Penny detect a trace of sadness in Mrs. Hamada's voice?
Penny soon lost interest as the receptionist moved on to confirm some boring appointment details and insurance logistics. When the receptionist finished with the call, she stood up from her desk, took a clipboard of notes off the wall, and told Penny to come with her.
Penny followed behind, trying not to stare at the receptionist's ample backside that swayed as she walked, or her thick calves that peeked out from her sensible black pleated skirt. Mrs. Hamada's open toed sandals clicked softly as she walked. Penny's white tennis shoes squeaked on the marble floor.
The receptionist led Penny down the hallway. The door to the left had a placard reading "Therapy," the door to the right had a placard reading "Exam." The receptionist opened the door to the exam room and motioned Penny to enter.
It was a fairly standard examination room. There was a small desk and computer against one wall, with a swivel chair tucked underneath it. A big metal exam table took up most of the room, with a thin plastic cushion on top. Along another wall was a sink, a cabinet for supplies, and a small metal locker. The opposite wall held a full length mirror.
"Here we are, Miss Thompson! Go ahead and get undressed, you can put your clothes in that locker for safe keeping. Here's a hospital gown for you to wear." She pointed to a blue cloth gown folded neatly on the examination table. "Then have a seat and relax, Dr. Fellows will be with you shortly." The receptionist put the clipboard of notes on the desk, left the room, and closed the door behind her.
Penny took off her headphones, then her sneakers and socks, and put them on the bottom of the locker. Then she peeled off her sweatpants, revealing her tight little bottom covered in white cotton boy shorts. Next she pulled off her hoodie, leaving a simple white bra covering her chest.
Penny looked at herself in the mirror. She was tall and thin. A kind person might call her coltish; a cruel person might call her lanky.
She wasn't entirely devoid of curves, to be fair. Her butt had a nice compact roundness to it, her legs and arms were long and lean, and her waist was narrow and graceful. Her skin was pale milky white, but covered with a speckling of freckles, especially on her face, shoulders, chest and forearms.
Her mop of frizzy red curls complimented her angular but feminine facial features. She was a little self-conscious about her ears, which stuck out from her head and were impossible to hide with her hair, except when she wore her headphones. But her ears weren't what was bothering her.
Penny took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then unhooked her bra, exposing perky, freckled breasts. The cold air of the exam room made her shiver, and caused her little pink nipples to grow erect, standing out from her puffy pale areolas. Then she took off her white cotton boy shorts, quickly slipped into the blue hospital gown, laced it up as well as she could manage, and sat on the examination table. Her hands went unconsciously to her lap, covering her private parts.
Penny Thompson wasn't like most girls. She had been born with both a vagina and a penis. Her childhood doctor had pronounced her to be perfectly healthy, and that she did not require any supplemental hormones or corrective surgery. Her parents didn't want to subject their child to unnecessary surgeries just to make her what society would deem "normal," so they let her develop naturally.
Her uncircumcised penis was usually very small and soft, easily concealed in the tight boy short underwear that she preferred. But it grew quickly when Penny was aroused, and was rock hard when erect. Below the root of her penis where a pair of testicles would be on a male, she had a petite, tight little vagina. Penny kept both parts hairless, except for a small patch of curly red pubic hair above the base of her penis.
She tried to relax, but fidgeted nervously. The cold rubber of the examination table was causing blood to rush to her nether regions, and her cock was becoming slightly engorged. "You need to chill out, Nine!" Penny hissed at her cock. She had given it the nickname when she started watching porn as a teenager, and realized that she was bigger than most male porn stars. Self conscious about her body as she was, she did take some silent pride in that.
There was a firm knock on the door, then the doctor walked into the room. "Hello, Penny. My name is Dr. Grace Fellows. You can call me Dr. Grace."
Dr. Grace was a mature woman of 50, with close cropped platinum hair. Her body was athletic and fit, from years of regular swimming. Her breasts were large and pendulous, but had resisted gravity admirably and stood out proudly. Her legs and backside were shapely and muscular. She had some crows feet in the corners of her eyes and laugh lines around her mouth, but she was still a very handsome woman, and clearly took care of herself.
