KD - Chapter 8

It’s hot, and now you’re disgusting. Getting a little overtime helping out Rita is cool, but it’s not the kind of overtime you wanted tonight. Feeling a little disappointed, you start the walk back to the cabin. Time for a shower and maybe getting to know that new back massager. For real. Your back hurts from cleaning the pool.

As you stroll along the path, you notice something strange: lights bobbing in the dark. There’s a bunch of them. What in the world? You suddenly realize what you’re seeing: it’s a bunch of people in the forest, using their phones as lights. It looks like there’s a whole gang of people going somewhere. Now you can hear some voices and laughter as well.

You pause to look, wondering what’s going on. FUTA people or workers would have real flashlights, not phones. Must be some kind of… party going on. But those have to be players out there.

You are the help. You would love to party, but the help can’t just… you know. Crash that stuff. You’re just starting to like it here. This is not the time to get fired.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” you shriek, jumping away in surprise.

You didn’t even notice a person standing there in the dark.

“Oh my gosh,” Roonie says, clapping her hands over her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

“God. Fuck.” You slap your hand on your chest, where your heart is beating like crazy. “Fuck me. What the fuck are you doing out here in the dark, Roonie?”

“Nothing,” she says.

Nothing? What the shit?

You smooth yourself out a little and walk over to her. “What are they doing?” You point at the lights, which are receding into the forest.

“Going skinny dipping,” Roonie replies, her voice a mixture of sadness and bitterness.

“What?”

“There’s like a pond out there,” she says.

“Wow. Big Hot Wet Summer energy,” you say, blowing out your breath.

Roonie smiles in the dark. “Yeah,” she says.

You frown. “Why aren’t you going with them?”

She doesn’t answer right away. “It’s not for me,” she says.

Bullshit it’s not for her. You can see the look of longing on her face. It’s the same look that was probably on your face when you found out about Riley’s involvement with this FUTA thing and you looked at the website and saw how cool and exciting it all seemed to be. When you were feeling like FUTA was all a party and you were left out of it while Riley was in the middle of it.

Actually… you have seen the look on Roonie’s face before, but not on yourself. You’ve seen it on Riley. Lots of times. When she was at the dinner table making some excuse for not going to a sleepover or a dance.

Oh, man… you want to give this girl shit for being a pussy, but that’s not what’s going on. Riley… well, Riley is a little bit of a pussy, but not really. The reality is that she was always having to live in a situation that was difficult. Roonie is the same.

OK… you can’t give this girl shit or make fun of her. You need to help her out. It’s time to switch off fun girl Kayla and be a nice person for a change. You aren’t good at it, but it’s definitely what you have to do. Hell, you know… maybe if someone had been nice to Riley like this at some point, her teenage years wouldn’t have been such a fucking disaster.

You haven’t seen Roonie’s penis or even any evidence of it, but… growing up with Riley has allowed you to pick up on certain things.

“You know there’s tons of girls here with dicks, right?” you ask her bluntly.

Roonie tenses. “What?”

“Tons. You have to know that,” you say. “How can you not know? You shower with these chicks. There are ads—like, the ads are focused on everybody’s bulge. My sister is here and you can see that shit whenever she has her workout clothes on. I don’t get it. Why are you hiding it when nobody else is?”

“How do you know?” Roonie asks, looking mortified.

It’s like, dude… you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to sort this one out.

“Sweetie,” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder. “A blind chick would know.”

“Know what?”

“That you’re thirsty as fuck.”

Roonie looks shocked that you said that.

“Look,” she says, lowering her voice… completely unnecessarily. Like, all the girls are long gone now. “Look, I’ve hidden it for a long time.”

“Why?”

“I had to.”

You want to ask why, but you stop yourself just in time. Her family, obviously. You don’t need the details to get the picture. Lots of families aren’t super supportive of being different. Being gay, being trans, or in the case of Riley and apparently Roonie, just having some seriously rare anatomy.

“OK,” you say. “But you’re here now. And there’s shared showers. And no privacy. And cameras. And no escape.”

She gulps, looking terrified.

“It’s dark,” you say, putting your hand on her back. “Go skinny dip with everyone else. Who’s the most popular girl in this whole place?”

“Um,” Roonie says, licking her lips. “Probably Chun. She’s the best player.”

“Yeah, but who’s the hottest?” you press. You’ve seen the ads and been here long enough to know the answer. Hell, you thirst for this girl yourself.

“Adella,” Roonie says.

You show her your phone, where you have an ad pulled up of Adella in a too-tight, sexy soccer uniform with a huge bulge.

“Same as you,” you say.

Dear diary,

It’s your girl. I can’t believe I have to do this. I came here to party and be dumb and now I have to do an inspirational speech like from a movie or some shit, but I have ****. This girl, Roonie, is just like Riley. They’re like twins. Someone has to help her out. She thinks having a cock is a bad thing. It’s like… well, Sweetie, I got a lot of chicks that are going to disagree with you on that. And it’s like, dude… all these girls are stuck here. It’s part of FUTA. You can’t really leave, so like… cocks are a seriously important commodity.

I mean I’m not a nerd or anything, but I graduated high school. I understand supply and demand. Let me tell you, I know about the demand. I got some demand right now since dumbass Tia wasn’t at the sauna tonight and Rita’s no fun. And this chick thinks people finding out about her cock is a bad thing. What a dumbass.