Back home

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm back at hone. I just finished washing my clothes for the week and I'm sitting in the living room flipping through the channels on our holovision( HV ) and there is nothing good on. Good God am I bored. My mom comes in takes one look at me sitting there bored and starts nagging me.

"Why don't you start that book report you have do next week." I sigh." It's not due next week, it's due in two weeks and I've already finished reading the book and have outlined what I'm going to write in my report. In other words it's ninety percent finished already so get off my back about it." Her attitude gets even more pissy.

"I'm just trying to make sure you get it done Bekki. There's no reason for you to cop an attitude about it. Geeze, you constantly procrastinate then scramble around at the last minute. Is this what your going to do when you get to college? Have you even decided yet what your going to major in?" I can't believe it. I'm only on the third week of my senior year in high school and she's already tripping about college.

"No mom, I haven't decided what I'm going to major in yet. I thought I'd finish my last year of high school first if you don't mind. Can I do that first? Is that all right with you?" She really begins to flip out now.

"Don't get snippy with me Bekki! When I was your age I already had a goal in mind. I knew what I wanted to do in life. Good lord your just like your father. He also goofed off and now look at him. He could've been the head of his department by now if he hadn't been slacking off in school." Now I'm starting to get a little pissed.

"Didn't he get a big promotion last year. Dad seems to be doing pretty good as far as I can see. Sorry we're not all Super Jennifer and have everything planned out. I'll bet you even plan out when to take a shit." Now she's really steamed." There's no need for that kind of language young lady, if you only..." she doesn't even finish her sentence before I completely loose my temper.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that! I am not a girl! I am not a young lady!! I am a Futanari! We are not male, we are not female! I would think you as a physician would understand that! Don't call me young lady ever again! I don't like it! None of us do!"

I get up and go to my room slamming the door behind me. Why did she have to call me that? I wish I was born a " normal" boy or girl, but I wasn't. Yes we Futas do look more feminine than masculine. We even wear the same hairstyles and clothing as girls. But that doesn't make us female. Why can't " normal" people get that through their heads.

I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep. They just don't understand us.