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Her last day of school was not filled with the fullfilled relief that Emily hoped it would be, not that she wasnt happy to get out of this borderline torturous institution, but the last day here also meant that that the looming question of what was to become of her got all the more real, not to mention that this was possibly the last opportunity she had to make a move on Daisy, maybe the last person anyone would suspect for the beautiful, quietly popular little freckled, redhead model student to have a years long crush on.

Daisy was one of the few futanari that were in Emilys year, but in contrast to the other hermaphrodites that had seemingly inherited the best of both genders and stood taller and more athletic than most girls while still somehow rivaling or even eclipseing all but the cuteset girls feminine charm, she was quite small, even compared to female standarts, lacked her peers athleticism, even her skin somehow seemed much more uneven, and the only hint besides her unassumeing facial features at her femininity were her wide hips that stood in stark contrast to her completely flat chest, which was made even worse by her habbit of wearing long, wide skirts that somewhat obscured her pelvic curves.

Spoteing her opportunity, Emily used the time in which she got her graduation certificate to scan her assembled classmates for the quirky brunette futa she was looking for, eventually findeing her with her usual groop of semi-outcast nerdy boys, her demeanor even more timid than usual as she was called up right as Emily got down from the little improvised stage.

Haveing failed to subtley capture Daisys attention of the last years, Emily had exchanged her unsual functional but cute wardrobe for something, while not nearly as whoreish as she felt wearing it, quite revealing, especially when dispositioned against her normal appearance, but even as she passed just centimeters by the futa, she apparently failed to notice the cutesy rehead flaunting her well proportioned petite curves in her skin tight leggins and thin, bra less shirt, exposeing her taut midriff.

In a predictably unfortunate turn of events, Daisy seemed to be the only one not takeing extensive notice of her much more revealing attire, that manged to entice a surprising number of her male classmates and even some of the other futas to compliment her looks with varying degress of subtlety, even with the day beeing as short as it was.

With the ceremony winding down just before noon, Emily felt her chance slip away, so, gathering all the courage she could muster, she quickly found and then timidly approached Daisy and her little group that was luckily, if not unexpectedly, standing somewhat of to the side of everything else.