Chapter 1: Beginnings

*Snap*

The sound of elastic reverberated upon impact with her body, a tight black thong now sat snugly, seated betwixt the rather luscious and large coffee colored cheeks of the Futanari girl known as Isadora Arvilla, this usual routine marked the initial action upon leaving the shower and drying herself after breaking away from the night reverie, for which she has become accustomed as was her habit, bring up and forth her denim jeans, the crumpling of the fabric along with a little bounce to fit it rather more tightly was interrupted only by the sound of early morning birdsong tweeting from outside her window.

Still somewhat half asleep, she bunged on a crop-top and set about, after donning some slippers of course, to adjourn to the kitchen for some breakfast, electing not to tarry with creating a full meal, she elected instead to avail herself of the much more convenient cereal and milk, with a glass of Orange Juice to wash it all down with. Sitting down to eat her repast, one could be forgiven if one we're to assert that the kitchen chairs were far too small for her to sit on. Nature had, of course, seen to it to bless in that regard, not that she herself gave it much regard and yet, to assert that she was unaware of it, would be akin to the most inane folly.

Cars soon thereafter mixed with the aforementioned birdsong, the city itself, akin to a living organism in some ways, began to wake up. Eventually having performed her morning routine, making sure of course that she has got everything, she paused by the mirror in the corridor by her apartment door, the face and body of a 24 year old Latina stood and stared back at her. Today was her day off, and well it was, for it was upon finishing her part time work at the hotel where she underwent her employment, that she could indulge in her side business, a way supplementing the income and perhaps the enhanced need that her kind have, for Isadora is a Futanari, one to whom has both manner of genitalia and are, while not well known at this point, pretty much to be considered an alternative to the usual male and female aspects of society.

It was such in her biological makeup that she suffers, as do all her kind, with enhanced libido, that biological imperative that drives men and women and the generations along, not that she considered or pondered the question deeply, no not at all, her thoughts were often much more....mundane...

Damn...I have such a grande culo! Ai Ai Ai!

Her clients do remark the same, for in her spare time her entrepreneurial spirit to scale her business and time took precedence for her, with one last final look at the button nosed, coffee coloured face that reflected back at her, she adjusted herself making sure all was correct and opening the door, ventured forth into the bowels of the city itself.

The chattering of people as they milled about their day interspersed with the previous aforementioned sounds, here now the sun shone down illuminating and warming her as she walked, along with a mild but not unpleasant breeze, she took her time, greeting those she knew, or at minimum acknowledging them with a nod as she made her way to her destination, it was only after many minutes that she stood at the door of an apartment that was not her own, this...was where she needed to be, and as she knocked the door and a couple answered, she was ready to begin.....