Warm welcome

Turning and getting wrapped up in the thin fabric that makes up the blanket, Tiffany rolls off the side of the bed and makes a big "THUMP" -sound as she lands on her cushioned butt. "Ouch... ah... shit..." Tiff moans and peeks up extremely sleepy, she must've slept well. Then she notices her belly still somewhat bloated from the semen she remembers faintly drinking by the bucketful - that kind of introduction. Tiffany doesn't much care for the unfortunately binding situation she finds herself in and rather tries to adjust her eyes to the room. It's a weird-looking bedroom, it looks like - circular with beds every 60 degrees or so, five beds in total, one entryway.

"H-help me! Aah! What the hell am I doing here!?" Tiffany tries using the method where she doesn't actually try doing anything herself, but she quickly notices that this is no kindergarten. She could probably just roll over to get out of the binding silky blanket but partly because of her still very full belly, awful morning erection and general discomfort she can't find the strength. Suddenly a chime of steps came from behind the door.

"Wakey wakey! Oh!" Someone slams the door open, and noticing the girl on the floor, brings their hands to their chest. Tiffany notices that while the voice would match some smaller girl, the person standing in front of her was more like average for a guy... wait. "Did you fall off the bed, did you? Did you? Really? Or are you just playing? Haha!" The jolly thing hops over to Tiff and kneels down delicately and then Tiff sees their face. Their deep dark eyes and pointy chin with bushy eyebrows and smooth and perfect skin, and also the adam's apple. "A-are you a... boy?" The boy brushes his long dark hair behind his ear and nods: "Uh huh... are you a girl?" He giggles and looks at her amused - Tiffany can't help but feel a little amused herself. The boy is about her age and slightly taller, but has about the same body type, which is freaky to say the least.

"Y-yeah... I-I'm stuck..." Tiffany feels a blush growing on her cheeks, the boy is somehow making her feel all tingly, the girlish boy was just looking at her and making her this embarrassed. He says: "Oh, I'll help you... so, ehh... I don't get it. Sorry. Are you really a girl? Ehh... n-no need to be shy here... w-we are all b-boys... right?" His face goes red and Tiffany looks to the side frowning: "Get this thing o-off me, please. I will show you..." The boy helps Tiffany get up and sits on the bedside snickering: "Little hopeless, are we? That's fine. Oh, I'm Jack. Nice to meet you!" He gives the girl the cutest smile and Tiffany feels conflicted again.

"Y-yeah... ehh... how do I get out? I mean... I'm Tiffany, but I don't think I belong here..." The boy's eyes go down slowly and stop at Tiff's breasts and his arms slowly reach for his crotch. "N-no way... a-are those... i-implants? T-they are h-huge... and you... No way you are a real girl! Don't mind me asking, but can I see your... pussy? Sorry, I just can't believe it otherwise..." Tiffany's whole concerns of being a futa died about the time that one creepy guy shoved her into the freaking van earlier, but now this guy is concerned if she is a girl?! What the actual fuck?

Tiffany is wearing some sort of cuteish nightgown and quickly turns around and bends over. She gets a moment of clarity before she decides to go for it and pulls the panties down enough to reveal her womanhood to the boy. "T-t-there, happy?" Tiffany pulls the panties back up and crosses her arms pouting - first getting mocked for her tits, now for apparently not being girly enough...

"Wow... y-you are a... wait.. Tiffany, are you like a... ehh... Hermaphrodite? Like a... uh, futa? Wow!" The guy says with his girly excited voice and Tiffany nods a little prepared: "How do I get out of this p-place... I'm not... a boy at all... I have boobs and stuff..." Tiffany feels her face hot still but she can't think very clearly, all she wants is for the confusion to end. "Don't worry! High priestess must've seen some real potential in you! W-we are having free time now... you slept really late and yeah... nobody has met you yet, wanna go meet the others first?" Tiff notices how fluently Jack manages to ignore her very clear question which makes her feel even more uncomfortable.

They get up and Tiffany takes note of the little dress and stockings the guy is wearing and how they somehow fit him, almost better than they would fit her even. Tiffany follows Jack out and finds herself in a hallway with a rather overwhelmingly red color scheme. From the carpet, up the weird curtains lining the hallway, the somehow tasteless, but beautiful wallpaper and the fancy ceiling above all more or less deeply red. "Come on now, girl! Here! Hey everyone! I got the sleepyhead!" Tiffany rounds the corner and finds the others in a large room almost reminding her of a ball room or something equally Disney.