Club Vanilla

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Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, Pal's archive site, through Pal's yahoo group, on Pal's Forum... well, it basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are.

This is copyright me, so don’t call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

This is the first in my attempts to create other stories in the Terra universe, or the Terraverse as I shall continue to call it. This has no bearing on the events of Terra. This story happens later in the history of Terra, roughly a year or so in the future.

This story contains a number of fetishes, which I will catalogue as they come. There is only futa transformation in this chapter.

This chapter contains no sex.

Club Vanilla

Chapter 1

Welcome to Club Vanilla

I don’t know why I decided to go. Part of me wondered if this was nothing more than a tall tale she was spinning on me. I was known at work for being gullible, and they had made a fool out of me more than once. Still, everything that Claire said had been true so far, and while she had picked on me with the others, she had never spun a yarn on me.

It took me a long time to work up the nerve to even get this far. I only went downtown to work since I lived in the nearby suburbs. I didn’t really like the city, I had grown up in a small town and I wasn’t too comfortable with the city and all of its inhabitants. This entire area of the city was foreign to me. I had never gone to the dance club/nightclub area before. I never really liked the other nightclubs I had gone to, the music was too loud and the guys came on too strong and were only interested in sex. Unless you wore skimpy clothes or pushed your breasts out of your dress the guys just passed you over.

Sure, maybe I wasn’t the biggest “playa” at work, but it’s not like I’m a prude or something. I’m just not a slut. That’s the problem, most of the guys only give a damn if you’re slutting it up, and the rest are either gay or in a relationship. And I respect myself enough not to break up a relationship. Of course sense there were so few guys now compared to what it used to be, there wasn’t a big surprise there. Then there were those rumors of the futas…

A lot of women had turned to lesbianism, but I don’t know. It’s not like I haven’t made love with a woman, I just always envisioned myself with a man to settle down with. Live a normal life, have a house with three kids, drive them to school before going to the office. Have my husband come home, maybe argue over who m