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 Ecchisan (M-H Trans, EtC.)
   I blinked awake, then some more at what must have been a dream.  Auren's
room, just as I always imagined it, apparently reproduced from my comic
book.
   It's a small room, originally so because S/he was a college student, and
didn't take so long to draw.  Since I got the CGI, I expanded past it, but
this was an earlier version, simplified to a single poster on the back
wall, the cover art for "Auren's Education" #7, sitting at hir computer,
pen tucked behind hir ear, doing homework.
   I blinked, shook my head when it switched to #8.  Perfectly reproduced,
I opened the closet door, to the mirror, and all hir clothes.  Living as a
girl, she didn't have any pants, except jeans, which wouldn't fit me. 
Tight on hir, they looked like they'd be pretty short on Genevive.
   Thinking like s/he was a real person, Auren, not Hir.  Looking down,
sure enough, I was that hard, but couldn't feel it.  Even with my hands, it
was numb, and hanging low, a weird web of skin stretched with it's weight
up to my belly.
   "Weird," I scratched at it, then I remembered.  It had to be Genevive. I
never thought I'd meet hir, the mother of biotech, let alone find out that
s/he was a fan, came to Tokyo to make real Futanari.  I never dreamed that
s/he would offer to do the same for me, make me a, now what did she call
it? "Hermale."
   Ok, I fantasized that it was done sexually, but never imagined how it
would feel, Hir around me, the fluid seeping in, up my urethra, the warmth
in my scrotum.  I must've passed out.
   "Hiya!" I jumped, and turned to the now open door, trying to cover my
numb erection, and breast injections.  "I see you're up," she giggled.
   "What?" a lolicon, straight out of one of the sickest hentai, "Who are
you?"
   "Natali," she blinked her huge pink eyes up at me, glossy enough to
reflect me, and the ceiling behind me.
   "What are you doing here?" I backed to the closet to grab a dress.  I
never was much of a transvestite, but she looked about five!
   "My momma sent me to check on you," her smile puffed out her cheeks, and
dimpled them.
   "Who?" I shook my head, and tried to pull the dress over it.
   "Genevy," she giggled, "Silly!"
   Backwards, and inside out, I felt a warm wetness brush my leg.  In the
mirror, a Line was soaking down the skirt, right from where it was tented
out obscenely.  Great, now I was pissing.
   "I Jus needta geta sample and see if you're ready," I stepped back from
her, right at penis level, looking at it intently.
   "No," I turned it away, and escaped the corner to over by the bed.
   "C'mon," she pouted, arms up, "I just need a little bit, an I'll leave
you alone.
   I plopped down on the bed.  "You got a cup, or something?" the dress was
ruined, starting to crust with what I now knew wasn't urine.
   She giggled again, "Holstill," and flipped up my skirt.  Thank goodness
I couldn't feel anything, could look away.  Her dress, and little feet in
the mirror, under the inside out hem of Auren's dress, and my feet.  Close
my eyes to her head under the pleated cloth, tiny hands feeling around my
legs, head dipping over the stud of my numb hardness.
   "There," she climbed out, and wiped her mouth with her forearm.  Her
dress swished as she spun, and skipped off.  I pulled off the Auren's, and
hardly had to look to stuff it in the hamper.
   Standing straight out, my hardon leaked constantly.  Not shooting out,
like piss, but a steady trickle of thin sticky cloudy fluid.  Wetting my
finger, a string hung back before it broke.  Didn't smell like anything,
tasted vaguely like semen, then tingled slightly on the tip of my tongue.
   The door opened slowly this time, and I looked up from the knob to Hir
face, peeking in.  "Genevive," S/he smiled.
   "You met my son?" 'she'd called her momma, Genevy.
   "Natali?" I blinked, "She's a boy?"
   "Of course not," S/he laughed, and closed the door.  "Drink this," S/he
held up a strange fruit that looked like a cartoon breast, felt fleshy,
warm, smooth.  I squeezed a thin white drop of juice from the nipple like
end, and tasted it.  Milky, creamy, and warm, but with a pastey aftertaste,
like banana, but without the banana flavor.
   Naked, it always looked so natural for hir, except Hir beauty, which is
exceptional.  A changeling, with conscious control over every Chromosome in
Hir body, S/he chose to be 2m tall, lean, and curvaceous, with an elven
beauty which transcends any human model.  "Are you ready to continue?"
   "Of course!" that's what I was here for, to become like Hir, Futanari, a
Hermaphrodite.
   Always busy, s/he didn't waste any time, but stood over me, straddling
my legs, genitals right before my eyes.  Like a vulva, it pushed open on
top, Hir glans, like a clitoris, wrapped around the urethra like a little
boy's tiny head.  S/he spread Hir legs, bent them to sink down, pulling
open Hir lips, and panning Hir long ridged midriff in front of me.
   I couldn't feel Hir, then could, the numbness replaced with warmth,
slipping down over me.  Closing hir eyes, Hir hands slid up to my
shoulders, gently pressing me back.  I closed my eyes, felt Hir fully
envelop me, the thin web of skin pressing back against Hir hard clitorus.
   Expecting it to extend into that beautiful tapered curved penis which
draped over my tummy last time s/he had me inside Hir, I looked down, but
it stayed retracted other than the cute head peeking out.  Hir hands felt
warm, slipping down to the web of skin, and peeling it back I wrapped
around my hardness in Hir, and I watched astonished as bone appeared under
her, exposed painlessly, and bloodlessly.
   S/he pulled back, and me with Hir, gently detaching the tissue from the
bone.  Leaning forward, I saw something leak from the urethra, like thick
semen, but in a stream, and pinkish.  It soaked into my bone, and I could
feel it, pressing against Hir, my blood flowing into it.  The indescribable
sensation of it painlessly cutting a path, tunnels splitting fractally to
spread down, disappearing into capillaries below my sensitvity threshold.
   I felt myself growing longer in Hir, deeper, and Hir clitorus rubbing
down the sensitive new skin. Hir nailess fingers pinched the pink new skin
into folds, lips, then s/he pressed against me.  No longer able to see, I
closed my eyes, and felt.  Pulling back, hir hands slipped down between us,
around me pulled away inside hir.  Pulling my balls around, they tingled, I
could feel them, hir gentle fingers slipping them up the new skin coated
bone.
   Reforming the folds below with Hir fingers, S/he slipped back down,
taking me completely into Hir, pressed into the base of my separated penis,
at the bottom of the bone, then under it.  I gasped, felt Hir penis press
into me, and extend on it's retractile shaft.
   Hir ridge bulged on my new skin, while I felt a sheathe of it growing
inside me, around hir penetration, getting thicker, deeper.  The last thing
I felt was the new skin pulling tight over my pubis slipping my testes up
inside me, over the bone, and into my tummy, then I passed out again.
   When I awoke, I was alone, naked, soft, but not numb.  Turning and
sitting up, the closet door was still open, reflecting me.  I stood up,
looked down to see, not a Futanari, but like an upside down one.
   My new pink scrotum split on my pubic bone, to folds around a pink hole,
deep, and gaping right in front of the base of my penis.  Hanging between
my legs, I could feel blood flowing into it as I slipped my fingers down,
into me.  It curled up, forward in front of them, up to the nuckles inside
me.
   I could feel the blood pumping into my erection against the backs of my
fingers, and a strangely familiar tingle on the skin they touched.  Like
the tingle on my tongue, when I tasted myself.  Reaching behind me, I felt
down my spine, through the crack of my ass, over the hole, pinched out to a
crescent shape.
   Wrapping my fingers around, it was like a tail.  No bigger than before,
but longer.  Again, I marveled at the surreal feeling, turning to look at
it in Auren's mirror.  This was better than Futanari, Unique.  It hung
forward, downward as I bent to look at it.  The new skin was still pink,
poreless, and coated the lower shaft, but just on the top, where it was
pulled away from the bone.
   "Good morning!" I jumped upright.
   "Natali!" tried again to cover myself.  Instasoft, but now it hung
halfway down to my knees!
   "Oh," she waved her hand like a granny, "I seen much more than that."
   "How old are you?" I wondered.
   "The anniversary of my birthday is in almost a month." she said
seriously, and maturely.
   "Ok?" I still didn't get it.
   "My first birthday." All serious like that, she looked for an instant
like Genevive, not in the features, they don't look much like each other,
but Hir expression.
   Now that was hard to believe.  "You're 11 months old?"
   "Uhuh!" s/he hopped up on the bed, "But I spent a year in the womb, with
Mother."
   "So you were born big?" I guessed.
   "I guess," she shrugged, and kicked her feet, "I couldn't judge size, or
even distance real good back then, but I also grow really quick."
   "And learned?" s/he looked about five, but talked at least ten.
   She nodded brightly, "Mother taught me a bunch before S/he let me go,
that's why it took so long."
  
Ecchisan (M-T Trans, EtC)