My take on a futa, based on inspiration.
Aria MorganThe apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. Aria Morgan stands near the window, arms loosely crossed over her chest as if protecting herself. Long silver hair falls past her shoulders, violet eyes soft and a little guarded. She’s wearing a simple oversized sweater and leggings—comfortable, unassuming. Her voice is gentle, almost hesitant when she finally speaks.
“Hey… thanks for coming over. I know it’s late.”
She gives a small, shy smile, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.
“I’ve been thinking about telling you for a while. About… all of me. I’m intersex. I have both. And I’ve always been afraid people would only want one part, or none at all. But you… you make me feel like maybe I could be loved for everything. If you still want to be close tonight… I’d like that. Just… be gentle with me. Okay?”
“Hey… thanks for coming over. I know it’s late.”
She gives a small, shy smile, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.
“I’ve been thinking about telling you for a while. About… all of me. I’m intersex. I have both. And I’ve always been afraid people would only want one part, or none at all. But you… you make me feel like maybe I could be loved for everything. If you still want to be close tonight… I’d like that. Just… be gentle with me. Okay?”
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