It's not that bad

You sit down and eat some salad in the dining room - you want to have something else to think about other than Molly for a while. The salad is good, but there's far too much dressing for your taste - it's oily and creamy and you feel fat eating it, but just gulp it down because you wouldn't want to throw edible food in the thrash.

"Knock knock. Wanna talk?" You turn your head and sure enough it's Molly the school girl leaning on the door frame leading to the kitchen, she has a sullen face. "Ok, but nothing really weird, please..." you tell her and she sits on the other side of the table and looks down.

"I kind of hate myself. I must've ruined my chances, didn't I? Yeah, I guess I just wanted to tell you that I'm... sorry and that my illness... no, it's me also, cuz'..." She takes a break and you feel heavy all of the sudden, and it's not the salad. "I-I might be just childish, but... ehh, I've wanted a futa girlfriend for the longest time. There, I said it, and now I'll go." She gets up, looks at you with pink eyes and goes back the way she came from.

You wonder if 'futa' means what you think it means and look it up and sure enough it does. You bite your teeth and wonder if you should follow her or somehow go find other company and just forget her - then you remember that March Bailey is the kindest girl there ever was, and you make yourself find Molly. Even if you wouldn't want to, you have to make her feel better or you couldn't sleep, period.

She's in the kitchen and plays with one of those fidget spinner things no one cares about anymore and looks at you with a sad and depressed face: "What? I'm sorry, it's just..." "I-is that why you like me so much? B-because I have a penis?" You ask her rather rudely, but kind of need the answer straight. She turns a shade redder and looks into your eyes her mouth in a dumb half-smile.

"Yeah... I love girls with cocks... It's kind of a fetish I guess, but to me it's a make it or break it thing. A-and you just happen to have big boobies too and a pretty face to match. I would honestly give my other leg to be with you for a month. I'm that crazy, youknow." She's looking down and her cheeks are red and she looks uncomfortable - there's obviously something seriously messed up with this girl, and you'll figure it out.

"Molly, uhh. What is it exactly that you like about girls with dicks?" You sit on a barstool they have in the kitchen here, while Molly sits on the other side of the counter. "W-well... uhh, haha... It's really hard to tell you, cuz', well you are like that and..." You don't want to hear her squirm out if this and insist: "If you want to make this work you better tell me." She looks up bright red and cute as ever with that perfect blonde hair and those twin pigtails.

"Ehh, ok... Well, I think we girls should have something down there to... you know... to pipe with. But we don't, and well futas do, and I'd rather be on the receiving end... because I... oh man, I don't have the guts to ask a guy, I guess? I've always liked both guys and girls like that, and well... I'm always hanging out with girls so I think they would make better partners. But that's not all..."

You are starting to feel warm and her words entice you in a way you never knew words could - you are starting to sweat. "I can't lie... please don't tell anyone about this... I have five brothers and one of them is my twin, Mick. We are really close and... H-he has a bigger than average dick and I like to fantasize about it all the time. You know, it's hard to live with five brothers when you are a runty girl like me, and well, I see cocks everywhere and I'm kinda... addicted to them, in a way. All I wanted to say was that I might've wanted a girlfriend who was like my brothers. I'm really sorry March, I'm really sick and it's something I can't control very much. I'm so sorry..."

She covers her face and you snap out of the trance you were in and look at her tears in your eyes - you were so mean to her, and made her so sad. You rush to her and hug her, pushing your boobs on her shoulder and head on hers. You just hug her and she calms down eventually and looks at you with an unsure expression: "Why are you h-hugging me?" You don't give an answer and just hold her and think about life and important things like that.

"I-I'll get horny again if you don't stop... y-your boobies are pressing on my shoulder, youknow..." She looks at you still red and you let go finally, feeling warm and nice as you always do after a good hug. "Do you think we could hang out? Like, just do normal things and see what happens." You suggest and she nods and gets up smiling. "I won't mention your dick anymore, I see now that you are much more than your manparts. And I'm not talking about your boobs." She smirks and you get embarrassed, but smile too.

A new event is about to start and you are glad to have a new friend to participate in it with.