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With weak fingers shaking like leaves on a brittle branch, I slid the bolt out of the dressing room door.

I didn't have to let her see me in this, I promised myself. The contradiction left me dizzy and reeling for the wall again. With the exception of my brain (which tumbled into a bucket of ice water), every part of my body turned uncomfortably hot. I suddenly remembered that Letty was behind the door. I twisted in place to see how the fabric draped over my butt. I combed out my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, I pouted, I posed. Though every second I spent in the dressing room ate into my commute, I sacrificed them for the fantasy that this belonged to me. My fingers shook as I tied a loose knot in the cutout, knowing full well that I'd never wear this thing again.

If I was skinnier, and less endowed, this would be a fun little number to wear to the beach, but the way it fitted against me was more tantalizing than teasing. Without a bra to hold me back, my chest pushed against the lightweight weave and turned what was supposed to be a cute dress into a sultry proposition. The front was a cutout that needed to be tied, and tightly. The tag said it had a plunging V-neckline, but the neckline was more of a suggestion than a reality. That was hardly the most daring aspect of the dress. This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and for readers 18 and up. Just when she thinks she's made up her mind, Letty appears at the mall with a very naughty proposition.

The futa girl wants them to be more than secret lovers, but can Abby accept that? It goes against her religion, her upbringing, her sexual identity. Leticia cares for Abby in a way that scares her senseless. If it was just the kinky sex that drove her crazy, she could bury her passion with her prayers, but there's something else going on. Summary Abby refuses to confront her feelings for her futanari neighbor. READ My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 2 Veronica Sloan

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