Getting burned.

It’s Sunday morning and Tiffany is lounging in bed. Her mother Candice is a regular church goer and her older sisters Sophia and Emelia probably went with her. Tiffany herself hasn’t been to church in a very long time. Like other young people she didn’t find it very interesting, and more personally she feels that she doesn’t belong. She believes that she would be reviled if they ever knew about her. That they would without question ostracize this sinful deviant.

Once again Tiffany is occupied with her phone when it starts to buzz. She sees that it’s a call from Linda and she promptly answers it.

“Morning Tiff! Thanks for picking up so quick. Hey, I just wanted to talk a bit about yesterday.”

“Uhh…okay…”

“So I was thinking back on what happened…you know. You remember what happened yesterday?”

“Yeah…I…um…” Tiff is becoming uneasy.

Linda waits for Tiffany to say anything else. Then she continues.

“So I remember that we got into a pretty compromising situation. I kinda let my inhibitions loose, and again I’m very sorry about that, but I also noticed that…well…you happen to take your dick out hella quick!”

Tiff’s blood runs cold. She trembles and tries to say anything, but she fails to let out anything other than a few short breaths.

“Not only did you pull it out quick, but…why did you even pull it out? Like, you know what I’m saying? How come you didn’t pick yourself up and move away, or slap some sense into me? Did anything else at all happen to cross your mind Tiff? Huh Tiff?!”

“No‒What‒No‒I‒”

Linda starts to chuckle. “You know, I was thinking back. About when you told me about yourself soon after I told you about myself. The timing was just so…perfect, wasn’t it? Kinda strange, right?”

Tiffany again struggles to say anything.

“Admit it. My thing with cock is what pushed you over to telling me that you’re a futanari. Hmm?”

“I…I…,” Tiffany struggles to form a response. Then she says the first thing that comes to her. “I…might have been thinking with my dick a few times…”

“Goddammit Tiff!” Linda yells. “So what? Did you think you finally found your shot? That this dick crazy slut was how you were finally gonna get laid? I didn’t think I’d have to worry about telling you. I thought I could trust you not to **** that information!”

“No, Lin wait‒”

“I’m sorry about what I did to you Tiff. I really am. But I’m not dumb. I know when a pattern is forming!”

“No, that’s not‒ Lin, I’m sorry. I didn’t‒” Tiff chokes up.

“You didn’t what? You didn’t meant to? You didn’t think? You didn’t…”

“I‒I’m so sorry Lin,” Tiff says failing to hold back tears. “I didn’t‒ I didn’t‒”

Linda ends the call. Tiff is left staring at herself in the blank screen.

Tiffany takes heavy breaths. But she feels like she’s suffocating. She purses her lips and then slaps her hands over her face. She releases her stress in one long wail and begins sobbing. She falls forward crying in earnest.

Tiff feels horrible. Pathetic. Ugly. She feels like the most terrible person to ever exist. She bemoans having abused Linda. She kicks herself for following her unfulfilled desires. She even curses having been born a futanari. Tiff had feared that she would hurt Linda and their friendship. And now she cries over having done that and more.

An hour passes by and Tiffany’s phone buzzes again. She digs into her covers and sees that she received a text from Linda. She hesitates for a good minute trying to settle herself, and then she opens the message.

Linda: Sale tomorrow. You wanna go?

Tiffany could not have expected this and feels tremors all over again. She tells herself to answer, answer, answer and she sends her reply.

Tiffany: Yes

Linda: Cool. Meet at 10.

Tiffany: Right

Tiff releases a pent up whimper. She lets herself fall onto her pillow.