The Shopkeeper's Daughter

You stand in the doorway of your father's shop, waving good-bye as he rides off to adventure, the first excursion he's taken since you were born. You had your eighteenth birthday last week, and you finally managed to convince him that you were capable of looking after the shop on your own. Ever since you were old enough to understand, you've felt guilty for keeping him home, taking care of you.

Your mother left almost as soon as you were born, scared away by your freakish nature. She couldn't accept that her beautiful daughter could also be called her son. You are a hermaphrodite, possessing both male and female genitals, although your father made it very clear from a young age that you were to only act like a girl, dress like a girl, and never, ever let anyone see your cock and balls. Not easy to do when you're an anthro Zebra and literally hung like a horse.

But now that your father is gone, you feel the endless possibilities surrounding you, and you struggle against the desire to do something wicked. Your pussy aches, slick and wet behind your balls, and your cock presses against the heavy material of your bulky dress, an ugly and ill-fitting thing designed to conceal your secret--a secret you no longer wish to keep.

Before he left, your father gave you a few simple instructions--don't forget to lock the shop when you leave, don't get eaten by monsters, and don't go into the basement. He didn't say anything about not losing your virginity.

You run upstairs to the apartment over the shop that you share with your father, and change into a simple, light-weight dress that cups your firm breasts while allowing the needed freedom below. Your cock, released from its confines, swells expectantly, pushing out the front of your loose dress. You've never felt so free before.