The Secret life of a Futa High School Student

Story by Milkshoo

Well this might be it for me for a while. My computer's been having promblems starting up so I'm going have to bring it in for service. :192: $$$$$. But I thought befor that I'd post the first of three chapters of a story I've been working on. There's only Futa Masturbation in this chapter, and was supposed to be longer but when I started writing it, it kinda got away from me. Anyway, if it's well received I'll post the next 2 chapters (Once I get my computer back.) And even continue writing more. Well with that said, here's chapter one.

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Chapter 1

Meet Mizuki

Mizuki sat fidgeting in the back of the classroom, twirling a lock of her long silky black hair around an index finger. It was the last class of the day and she had nearly made it, but it was happening again. She just couldn't believe it, again, the fifth time today. She sighed nervously to herself feeling the oh too familiar sensation of a newly brewing erection.

Mizuki was a Futanari and, as far as she knew, the only on one in her entire school. It had been nearly a decade since the first documented cases of Futanarism had been discovered, and their existence made public. From those first few cases it had been determined that an estimated three percent of the world's female population were being born with this "condition." Although, in Japan, where the very first case was discovered, it was more like 5 percent. Mizuki had know these facts, and known she was different, (special her mother had always told her,) from a very young age. As a young girl she'd enjoyed the idea of being special, and found it quite amusing to have a penis. It seemed especially useful when she would go camping with her friends in the summer. The other girls would always complain about having to squat behind some bush to take a pee, how sometimes they'd loose their balance or even piss on there underwear or the back of their pants or skirts. She never had those troubles. She would just disappear behind a tree, hike up her skirt or unzip the fly of her pants, pull out her dick, (which at that time was already over seven inches long,) and relieve herself, no mess, no fuss.

It wasn't until a few years ago, when puberty started, that she began to regret what she was. Her parents had split up when she was around seven or eight. Her mom tried to say that is wasn't because of her, as moms always do, but she wasn't stupid or deaf. She could hear the arguments they had. Her father refused to accept the fact that she was anything but a normal little girl. He left, and with him went any hope of explanation and understanding of what the male part of her body was putting her through. Her mother had fully prepared her for PMS and cramps and the bloating and everything that lead up to her first period, so that was a breeze. She was ready for, and actually q