Maya has a secret of her own

Maya watched me, her head tilted slightly, a strange, almost unreadable expression flickering in her dark eyes. She was silent for a long moment, then she let out a soft, quiet sigh, a sound that wasn’t pity, or shock, but something more akin to... resignation? Understanding? She leaned forward slightly, glancing around the deserted library aisle to ensure privacy. Then, very calmly, very nonchalantly, she reached down to the waistband of her athletic sweatpants. With a subtle movement, she adjusted the fabric, pulling it just slightly away from her lower stomach.

And I saw it.

Not in a blatant, exhibitionist way. But just enough. Just a glimpse, a hint, an undeniable confirmation. Beneath the loose fabric of her sweatpants, nestled between her strong, athletic thighs, was the distinct, unmistakable bulge of a penis. Small, perhaps, soft, certainly. But undeniably, unequivocally, male. My mind reeled. Maya. Our star striker. The fierce, beautiful girl everyone admired... had a dick.

She saw the shock on my face, the dawning comprehension. She let the waistband fall back into place, her expression still calm, almost matter-of-fact. “Oh,” she said, her voice quiet, devoid of any drama or embarrassment. “Is it... is it this you’re reacting to, Ethan?” She gestured vaguely towards her crotch. “Yeah, that’s... a thing. My thing. No big deal, usually. Just not something that comes up in casual conversation over protein shakes, you know?”

A futanari. The word, ripped from the darkest, most obscure corners of my internet browsing history, flashed through my mind. Maya was a futanari. A woman with a penis. And my curse, my stupid, fucked-up, penis-homing curse, had registered it. That’s why the urge was flaring for her. It wasn’t about her being a girl; it was about the dick she happened to possess.

The relief of understanding, however bizarre, was immediately swamped by the renewed, intensified **** of the urge. Now that my brain had processed the trigger, my body went into overdrive. The heat between my legs became a roaring inferno. The need to be touched, to be filled, by her, by that unexpected, hidden part of her, was overwhelming.