Attendant

Two hours later you are staring out over the roofs and treetops of your sister’s sprawling estate as the auto-chopper whisks you ever closer to the ostentatious palace that stood at the heart of her ‘Futanari Empire’. There were men in this world, and a good number of women as well, that would have spent their fortune to be on this chopper with you for even a few minutes of the great Fiona Bailey’s invaluable time. From the moment of the big reveal to the unification of the community to the strategic amassing of influence, resources and allies and on to leveraging her status into power and wealth that a common man like you could barely even dream of Fiona had been on the bleeding edge of homo hermaphroditus’ rise from isolated hidden families to one of the most influential minority populations in the world. Some called her a visionary, some a revolutionary, some the unofficial president, some a mistress, some a messiah, and some even called her a goddess, but to you she would always be big sister.

The chopper wheels around the central spire of Fiona’s palace, an order from her ‘highness’ no doubt to once again flaunt her wealth to you, before gliding down to a feather soft landing on a pad that jutted from the tower about three quarters of the way up. After thanking the AI pilot you step out onto the blustery platform high above the sprawling compound to see four figures coming out of a doorway to greet you. Three of the four were naked except for their collars.

“Here we go.” You mutter under your breath.

Approaching you up the walkway are a petite, buxom young lady, a huge and hulking woman, a twink of a young man with his dick locked in a nub of a cage, and a smartly dressed older woman with frosty gray hair and icy gray eyes. Her lack of a collar and the noticeable bulge in her snug trousers would have identified her as another of your family’s kind had you not already known.

“Neve.” You nod to your sister’s personal assistant. “Been awhile.”

“Master Jesse.” She bows deeply then waves her hand. “Choose your attendant.”

“Must we do this every time?”

“I am afraid so.”

“I don’t want one.”

“Mistress’ orders.” She says. “She or he is yours to keep if they please you.”

The young woman thrusts her big titties higher, the big one grins as she hungrily looked you up and down like her next meal, and the femboy bows his head demurely while batting his big green eyes your way.

“I won’t be ‘keeping’ anybody. But I if must have an attendant for my visit…fine.” You sigh. “Is Doctor Spencer around?”

Neve’s left brow raises slightly. “Yes. She is in her lab, busy no doubt.”

“I choose her.” You say.

Though subtle you notice Neve bristle at the thought of one of her race ‘attending’ a male. “She is not a servant.”

“I don’t need a servant.” You say firmly. “If I must have a handler then that is who I want. Her or nobody.”

Neve pauses a moment then gives a single nod of her head. “Very well, Master Jesse.” She presses a few buttons on her wrist tablet. “I shall see if she is available.”

“Thank you.”

The trio of ‘offerings’ behind her look back and forth between each other, clearly disappointed not to be chosen, as Neve waves them away. The collared ones, obedient as ever, bow and obey. As you watch them file back into the building you remind yourself that every single soul that you saw here was here by their own free will.

Falling in beside Neve the pair of you stroll back through a different entry from the rest. Inside was a sumptuously appointed greeting room and it is here where you and Fiona’s assistant quietly wait for your escort. Before long a door opens and through it steps your once long lost cousin still in her white lab coat. Her curly black hair had a few more strands of gray since last you saw her but those huge, expressive chestnut brown eyes twinkled with the youthful vibrancy of a woman living her very best life.

“Jesse!” Charlie says in that charming Canadian accent of hers. “What a surprise!”

“Hey, Charlie.” You grin. The pair of you come together for a warm hug. “Good to see you again. How are Jon and the girls?”

“A handful!” She laughs. “Jon especially. He’s the biggest kid of them all!”

“That sounds like him alright.” You chuckle. “And your Mom?”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me started.”

“Right. You, uh…you still talk to Peg at all?”

“Of course.” She looks up into your eyes, a bit surprised by the question. “She’s well. She misses you guys like crazy but she’s doing good. Consumed with her research as always.”

“Good.” You nod. “That’s good.”

Penelope’s urging you to begin letting go of the past had you reflecting on a lot of things. Your aunt’s exile was high among them.

“You are being summoned.” Neve says, looking down at her wrist. “This way, please.”

“Speaking of kids, I hear Penny’s just got back.” Charlie takes your arm as we follow Neve from the room to a nearby elevator. “Still growing like a weed?”

“A weed? More like a giant sequoia!” You both laugh. “I think she’s finally plateaued, thank goodness.”

“Just more of her to love. And how was Harvard? That must have been very exciting for her.”

“Uh…it’s complicated.”

“That first term is the hardest. I know!” She smiles with a deep, joyful glow as she recalled her first year away from home, the year that she met her soulmate Jon. “But it’s sometimes the most rewarding.”