Gangsters

Fashion was something that changed frequently.

Both futanaris and men could wear skirts and pants without any problem.

So there Oliver found himself, standing in front of his closet looking at what he could wear to school. Actually there were no classes, it was Saturday, but he had to go because he volunteered to clean the gardens.

His father was behind him, sitting on the bed sending messages to his wife.

But he was the only one writing, she hadn't even read the love messages he left her.

"What's on your mind?" Daniel asked putting the cell phone aside.

"I think I'll wear a baggy jean and a simple t-shirt." Oliver turned to his father. "What do you think?"

"It's a good choice if you don't want a futa to get in your pants, I just don't remember buying you baggy jeans."

"I know, I only have the tight ones...but it's either that or go with a miniskirt."

"No way you're going in a miniskirt!" Daniel stood up horrified at what they might do to his little angel if they saw him in such a way.

"It was a joke, daddy. I don't even own miniskirts." Laughed Oliver.

"Well what a bad joke...this world has some very abusive people." Said Daniel regretting the attitude his daughter had towards him.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" Daniel asked his son with concern.

"No, Dad. I'm fine, the school isn't that far, I can take a bus."

Oliver was now wearing a blue jean that was tight on his thighs and enhanced his butt. He was also wearing a tight purple t-shirt that showed off his belly button and as for his shoes, he was wearing brown leather boots.

"Fine, but put this on, I don't like the shirt you're wearing." His father handed him an oversized blue sweatshirt.

"Bye, daddy."

And then he left, walked out of the house with the sweatshirt on as his father requested.

He took the bus and felt that the day was going to be very quiet... until some gang members got on and disturbed all the peace he had.

One of them sat down next to him. Oliver could smell the stench she was emanating, a combination of cigar and beer...also some gunpowder.

"Hey cutie... Why are you so lonely?"

The woman had bad breath, Oliver simply tried to ignore her.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." Said the futanari shamelessly touching Oliver's right leg.

Luckily, the bus had already stopped in front of the school. Though that still didn't release him from the lust of the futanari on his side.

When he tried to leave, she quickly pulled him from the waist and made him sit on her crotch, which was already hard.

"What's the hurry?" she giggled as her other friends looked with sexual desire at Oliver.

"Please..." Murmured the boy fearfully.

"Hey, let him go! You're not going to do your dirty business on my bus!"

Just because of that, just because of the bus driver, who was also a futanari, his sexual harassers let him go.

"Hopefully we'll meet again!" The gangsta futanari exclaimed.

Oliver stepped out of the bus with his heart pounding.

"Oliver!"

"Kya~!" The boy let out a high-pitched scream as a woman called out to him from behind his back.

"Hey, hey, easy!" The futanari in question was his best friend, a video game-loving nerd with thick horn-rimmed glasses.

And despite that, she was big and strong, just sometimes very shy.

"Natalie!" Oliver exclaimed before hugging her.

"Ah~...how good this feels." Then the boy noticed that she had her hands on his butt.

"Damn, Natalie, that's why you're still single!"

They met when they were both thirteen, now they were eighteen. It was in detention, she had defended herself from a bully and he had punched the testicles of a futanari who tried to **** him.

Oliver wanted to look angry, but after what happened to him on the bus, Natalie's perversion looked more innocent.

Besides, it wasn't the first time she had tried something with him. At least she was nice.

"Sorry, I guess something happened to you on the bus."

"You have no idea..." Oliver sighed heavily. "Come on, I'll tell you about it inside the school."