Sophie, a 27 year old bachelorette (Futanari)

Sophie sat alone at the table inside a chic restaurant. Her cheek rested lazily against her palm; her elbow propped up on the table. She absentmindedly swiped at her phone screen using her other hand. The newsworthy headlines of the day scrolled by one after another. Clickbait titles and misleading photos blurred together into a muddy stew of current events. Was the government caught cheating? Or was Selena Gomez was invading the middle east? Either way, it didn’t really matter.

All around her, the eatery air buzzed with a melody of indiscernible voices and chipper background conversations. The subtle makeup Sophie wore was overshadowed by the blatant expression of boredom plastering her face. Her glazed eyes and tired expression stood out in stark contrast to a rather ostentatious outfit. A slim maroon dress tightly hugged her curves, the sort that left little to the imagination. Long black hair flowed elegantly over her exposed back, while her legs were highlighted by black nylons and a pair of lacy heels.

The left heel was currently dangling from a strap on her big toe. Her other toes wiggled playfully in the air. They stretched and scrunched the sheer fabric encasing them in sync with tapping of her right foot as well as the dining room music. Watching this half of Sophie on display, one might imagine her smiling or even casually humming a tune. In reality, her dull expression only continued growing stale.

At one point, her toes all pointed along with a dulcet piano melody, showing off her high arches. Unfortunately, this also caused her shoe to slip from its final restraint. It landed on the ground with a thud, startling Sophie out of her daze. She rubbed her eyes while looking around, before gradually lowering her gaze under the table and seeing her exposed, stockinged foot and her still wiggling toes.

“Huh? When did I—”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice from above.

“Sophie?”

Hearing her name, Sophie quickly looked back up. In front of her stood a bubbly blonde woman wearing a grey blazer.

“Oh umm… Jen?”

“Yep! That’s me.”

The girl out a small laugh before taking a seat across the table. Sophie could see that underneath her formal looking jacket was a blue mini dress; its floral pattern complimented the girl’s curly locks of hair.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My boss suddenly sprang something on me last minute. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“Oh don’t worry! I just got here.”

A lie, but one that eased the tension.

Half an hour into their conversation, Sophie found her eyes starting to wander around the room. It wasn’t anything against Jen; she was a perfectly serviceable date, attractive, friendly. By many measures, Sophie should consider herself lucky. Nonetheless, the evening was just feeling a tad… boring. Jen had rattled off a list of her hobbies, then Sophie replied with some of her own. Jen then described her work as an accountant, to which Sophie explained her research job. Jen talked at length about her family, and so on and so forth. At this point, the words were just bouncing off Sophie’s ears and clattering against the ground.

Just as Sophie was contemplating making up an excuse to leave, she felt something against her right leg. It felt like toes trailing up her thigh before resting in her lap. Slightly taken aback, Sophie shifted in her seat before eyeing her date curiously. The girl opposite to her, however, showed no reactions. Instead, eagerly continuing a story Sophie had long since grown bored of. In contrast to the banality above the table, Sophie could now feel gentle pressure being applied under her dress.

A smile crept onto her face. While she wasn’t one to usually engage in this sort of behavior, with the current trajectory of their conversation, it was a welcome change. Thus, Sophie decided she would play along. She adjusted her posture, sitting up more and leaning forward. At the same time she spread her legs to allow her intruder better access.

“Oh wow, John really did that?” Sophie feigned interest in a dull office story. She was impressed with her own acting skills.

Hearing the response, Jen seemed to perk up. She began mirroring Sophie’s posture and started speaking with more energy.

“James, but yea he totally did! And. And. You won’t believe what he said to our manager afterwards.”

“What did he say?”

While this exchange was taking place, Sophie mind focused on the invading appendage. She felt the foot rhythmically rubbing against her crotch, the toes moving up and down. The situation was proving to be quite the turn on for Sophie. She never had much of a thing for feet, but the daring nature of the situation was exactly up her alley. At the same time though, she couldn’t help but be a little worried as her underwear started to tighten.

You see, Sophie wasn’t your average girl. She had a great body with slender curves and perky B cups breasts. Her great figure was complimented by a cute face and deep hazel eyes. In all respects, she was the spitting image of a beautiful woman. However, she had a secret. Sophie was born with a penis. Having grown up with her body, Sophie was all too familiar with the discrimination people like her received. Luckily, she was more of a grower, and could usually hide her “unique” characteristics pretty inconspicuously most of the time. Right now, however, her friendly visitor was about discover her secret rather spontaneously.

As the stimulation grew, so too did Sophie’s erection. She could feel the blood rushing to her groin as her panties pushed against the foot between her legs. Sophie carefully studied the girl across the table, looking for any hint of shock or disgust. Much to her relief, her date seemed entirely unfazed. Instead of retreating, she felt her sole sliding against her increasingly apparent bulge, and her toes nonchalantly teasing the outline of her cock.

Before long, a small damp patch began forming as her excitement seeped through the containing fabric. This fact didn’t seem to go unnoticed by her friend either, as she felt small circles being drawn on the damp tip of her erection. The wetness made the warmth of her date’s toes all the more pleasant. When Sophie felt her dick being gently squeezed, she couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“Is everything ok?” Jen asked, sounding concerned.

“Oh, it’s more than ok honey. In fact, let me show you just how ok things are.” Sophie smirked.

“W-what?”

Before anything else could be said, Sophie quickly slipped her right foot out of its shoe and onto the lap across from her. She maintained eye contact with her date as her foot slipped past her clamped knees up the legs. However, instead of a coy smile or a blush, her date’s eyes went wide, and Sophie heard a sharp gasp. At the same time, the foot toying with her own crotch retracted.

“What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Huh? I-I…” Sophie stammered. “I thought I was just playing along!”

“With what!? I’m sorry—I need to leave.”

Without another word, Jen hastily grabbed all her things and darted out of the restaurant, leaving Sophie alone, confused, and embarrassed.