Consoling my Depressed Futanari Friend (Completed)
Can I help my friend Tommie forget about her ex while trying to get close to her?
Chapter 1
by 
thenewagewriter
The rain pattered against the window of my small apartment, a steady rhythm that matched the heaviness in the air. Tommie sat on the edge of my couch, her shoulders slumped, knees drawn up as if trying to make herself smaller.
It had been weeks since her boyfriend walked out, calling her a freak because of what she was—a futanari with a body that didn't fit his narrow ideas. I'd been there every night since, holding her through the sobs, whispering that she deserved better.
But tonight, as she leaned into me, her soft curves pressing against my side, I felt the familiar ache in my chest. I loved her, more than as a friend, and seeing her like this twisted something deep inside me.
I shifted closer, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her trembling body tight against mine. Her skin was warm through the thin fabric of her tank top, and I could feel the subtle quiver in her frame, like she was holding back a storm.
'Tommie,' I murmured, my voice low and steady, 'you're safe here. Always.' She nodded, but her eyes stayed fixed on the floor, glistening with unshed tears.
She took a shaky breath, her hand clutching at my shirt. 'It hurts so much,' she whispered, her voice breaking. 'He made me feel like... like I'm broken. I try to move on, like you keep saying, but every time I close my eyes, it's his words echoing.'
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