Lisa, Part I (transform, mast, bond/dom, realistic, futa)

This is my fourth or fifth story, although I haven't written in a while. I apologize for a slightly longer exposition than I usually like, but I think the payout is worth it. I have Part II and a short one-page interlude finished, and I have Part III already figured out. Feedback is graciously appreciated. I'll post part II if there is any interest.

(transformation, masturbation, bondage/domination, realistic(sort of), futa)

Dennis sipped his coffee, “Well, go on,” he said, feigning nonchalance. Meeting at their diner on Sunday, particularly if either he or Lisa had gone out on a date that weekend, was a comfortable past-time for the two, filled with habits. Dennis' attempts to act disinterested when Lisa would recount her exploits was one of them.

“The sushi was fine. It was afterwards that didn't quite go right,” Lisa explained. Lisa's dragged out stories were another ritual. She was a smart girl, as well as attractive. She had shoulder length hair of a deep brown, full tits, and a smoothly curving body that came from years of running. Lisa's aphasia, which would invariably occur right when she was getting to the interesting part. She loved to make Dennis wait for the climax of the story.

“So he was no good?”

“No, really the opposite.”

Dennis rolled his eyes, reaching his limit. “Just explain,” he said. He was exasperated, until he saw on Lisa's face that for once she was actually a bit shy about saying what had happened.

“Well, He was fantastic, really. So fantastic that he made me come really hard, and... well...” Lisa looked at Dennis over the top of her black glasses frames. “It happened. You know.” She paused, then went on. “Anyway, its not such a big deal, I mean, he didn't know what had happened. I would've explained if I saw myself going further with him, but honestly he was just a fun in bed. I wasn't going to see him for very much longer anyway, so he doesn't need to know.”

“You know, it really isn't such a huge deal. Its biological; its a condition.”

“That I came on him?” shouted Lisa in a hushed voice. “I mean, I agree with you, totally, I do, but that still isn't something I think most people are okay with, and its not something I want getting out.”

“Alright, I just don't want you to ever be ashamed of it.” He paused. “Besides, you know I think its hot,” reminded Dennis.

“Well of course you do,” she retorted, smiling.

Dennis was one of the few people that knew about Lisa's condition. She carried genetic errors which had suggested before birth that she would be born a hermaphrodite, however much to the surprise of her parents and doctors, the effects had apparently been rather minor. Lisa had a slightly above average sized clit, however it wa