Fantasy Futa Isekai

Well, at least you are alive. You think. Yeah, if you can think then you are alive.

That's what that one guy said.

You don't see anything.

You don't feel anything.

You should probably be panicking.

But you aren't for some reason.

"Glands. 'Sall got to do with having no glands, on account of you not 'aving a body." A gruff scratchy voice floats through your mind.

Who is in your head?

"Don't you worry now, I'm just the chauffer, a psychopomp, if you will." The voice cheerfully continues on in it's odd British accent.

"Most o' yous from the place called.... Urth? Right? Yeah, anywho, most o' yous go to a handful of places that are all properly designated for ya, hmm? What places? No, no, can't tell yee that. Can only tell you your story see? Ruins the narrative otherwise, ya get me? Where was I? Oh right, so after a few millenia you humans on Urth have started opening up to different concepts, on account of... thingawhatsit.... Societal Cognitive Shift. Yeah, that's the bunny. So you are mentally capable of movin into different realms than before. Sometimes powerful beings, you might call them dieties, cherry pick some o' yous to be reborn into their worlds as a means of pushing their own Society along, see? On account of yous having different ideas and whatsit."

You try to take this in.

"You one of the chosen few? Almost my good chap, but no, you are what we call an element of maintained chaos. See, no plan EVER goes smoothly, so to make sure it goes unsmoothly in a predictable way, ya gotta insert chaos on your own. You little buggers haven't figured that out yet but give it a few centuries and ya just might. So you got the lottery ticket to be carted off to something of a... well, not to put it so crass like but what we Psychopomps call a "fuckworld". See the beings that create different realities got the same kind urges that you and I might have, well, if they got the rights glands and all. So, every now and then a reality shaped by bumping uglies crops up. Most dieties try to give them their own space, on account of them being fun but highly "infectious" to other realities. So they usually get odd ball beings looking over them. You, me lucky-ish laddie, are going to a real corker. 'S got it all, magic, monsters, high adventure and all, with one real sticking point. There's only one gender on the whole rock. 'Swhat you would call a Futanari or Hermaphrodite, as in it got both parts that you are used to seein'. (Two primary sexual organs, ha! My home realm had 7! Take that for complicated relationships.) The world is fairly young, so you showin' up might cause a bit of a ruckus. "

You get the notion, not feeling, of halted movement.

"So, me and the others thought it might be a bit unfair to throw ya into a world where you probably would get fucked to within a few days. So we decided to grant ye a Boon. It's like a super power, right? Got a choice of three but they each come with a drawback. Gots to keep life interesting after all. Also you don't get to know what they are before ya pick it, nobody in life gets to pick their strengths specifically before they show up. 'S written in the rules. Probably."

You almost can make out three different concepts floating in front of you.