Your name is Claire and you are a what is known as a hermaphrodite. Herms weren't too uncommon for your world, but the chance of being born one was still pretty low, somewhere in the one in a hundred thousand. You knew a couple of herms at your college and some of your friends were too. It wasn't a secret among your peers that you were a herm and society in general accepted you, although there were still some places in the world you definitely never wanted to visit.
As far as herms go, you leaned more towards a feminine look with a masculine mindset. You were tall for a woman and filled out your curves well. You had modest C cups, a pretty butt and a pretty face with sparkling eyes and long black hair with blue tips. The only part of you that belied your futanari body was the massive bulge in your pants that looked as if it was constantly trying to escape from it's cotton prison. No amount of cute panties and pretty skirts could hide the foot long meat tube and hefty sack that resided above your hardly used pussy. not that you were ashamed of it. in fact, you couldn't imagine life without being able to give to some cute girl, hearing her beg for your cock.
While you were pretty on the outside, inside you was a sex fiend, very nearly impregnating most of your high school before you left for college, and being cooped up in a dorm did nothing to slow you down. You hadn't built a reputation at the university, yet, but you were working on it. Your roommates were your first targets.
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At the end of the first weekend of your first semester at the university, you were notified that you had received a package. Thinking it was from your parents, you were surprised to find no return sender listed, only a stamp stating it was made by "SexBad co." Curious, you returned to your room and opened up the package. inside was a nondescript bottle of pink liquid, a perfume. A large label on the side of it marked it as "Pussy Spray, trademarked".
"What would pussy spray smell like?," you wonder aloud, your loins stirring just at the thought of impaling one.
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