Kyro Maze, Problematic Teen Futa.

Kyro's life all but started when her mom Jennifer Adams, and her ma; Carter Maze had met in college, grad year of 2002. They'd spent 3 years together before marriage, and shortly after had moved to the beautiful tropics of Trinidad & Tobago. Together they chose a surrogate and using Carter's DNA extractions to create an egg, got it fertilized by an unknown donor and 9 months later had welcomed Kyro to the family...

(December 7th 2023)

".....happy birthday to you!"

The celebratory song ended in a round of applause as the now eighteen year old inhaled deeply before blowing out all of her candles. The cake was seven different flavors of cheesecake and a bucket of KFC sat on the table beside it, just waiting to be chowed down on.

"I'm so happy that my baby is finally all grown up!"

Jennifer sang loudly, hugging Kyro from behind and squeezing a groan from the girls gut. Seriously the redhead needed to get a grip, Kyro was not a plushie squish toy..

Kyro's POV:

I tried as I may to keep a smile upon my face, but seeing everyone celebrating around me and getting busy with the fried chicken and cake and ice cream all of among other things, just made my discomfort levels spike. I did not really want to be here. I mean, I loved my family but at times they could be severely overbearing. Quite loud and obnoxious, whereas I preferred quiet, peace and alone time. Not a lot of people understood that about me.

Just months ago I had just graduated top of my classes in high school and though everyone expected me to pick any college among the top listings I'd been accepted for, I just couldn't bring myself to want to head in that direction. It wasn't the road for me.

My feet took me down the pitch driveway, over the scattered gravel, across the street and to the sandy shores where the waves of the ocean crashed wonderfully against the sand. This was where I lived. Toco. A beautiful area on the miniscule island of Trinidad and Tobago. The water was crystal clear and beautiful, having recently been cleaned of all the litter. My parents were not extremely rich but they could afford to live comfortably for the rest of their lives as they had used their US currency and converted it to the islands exchange of money, multiplying their monetary assets seven times over.

Sometimes I wondered to myself, if I would ever find love, as true as my both parents had found in each other.