The referral that changed my life

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Daniella had been referred to me for nymphomania. At first treatment had been simple, they'd met daily, discussed Daniella's sexual fantasies and urges. Dr. Collins thought she was doing pretty well and within a few months they were meeting in my home and enjoying a bottle of wine and a meal together.

Tonight they were celebrating Daniellla being celibate for six months. I had no idea Daniella was fantasizing about me and that for the last month had been struggling with the urge to come clean with me.

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you see Daniella is not just any girl

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I was nervous about the dinner tonight. Dr. Collins had urged me to come clean with my psychiatrist about my condition. But it was a secret I'd told almost no one.

As my gynecologist, Dr. Collins of course knew. She'd been the one to diagnose what was happening to me when my body started changing in my late teens. I thought my puberty was pretty much finished, but then my barely there breasts suddenly started to expand. I hadn't had to buy a new bra size in years, but suddenly over the next several months I had to make repeated trips to the lingerie shop.

More confusing was what was happening below the waist. My dainty clitoris started to grow, too. I'd heard some girls had large clits, so I just assumed I was one of them. But as it continued to expand, it began looking less and less like a clit and more and more like something distinctly male.

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"Yes, it's a penis, Danielle," Dr. Collins had declared. She looked over her spectacles and patted my knee. "You are what's known as a hermaphrodite. The Japanese call it a futanari. You have sexual characteristics of both gender: the breasts and vagina of a female, but also the penis of a male. You're perfectly healthy, so this is just a rare genetic condition."

Dr. Collins had immediately sent me to a psychiatrist to cope with the swirl of emotions. But I hadn't felt comfortable telling a total stranger how I could now pee standing up or why I had to study transvestite videos on how to "tuck". Instead, I told her I was a but of a nymphomaniac, so she treated me for sex addiction.

Of course, I hadn't had sex with anyone since my condition started. But I wasn't completely lying to my psychiatrist. My libido was was a lot stronger now that I had a cock and that did interfere with my life. If I got horny in the past, I could just claim my nipples were hard. Nowadays, I had to try and conceal an erection thicker than my wrist; even in a long skirt, that's not easy. I spent a lot of time hiding in bathroom stalls waiting for my arousal to fade.

The treatments helped me establish better control over my sexual urges. I no longer had to run and hide behind a closed door when I saw a pretty woman in a tight sweater. I was feeling more in control of my body.

But Dr. Collins kept insisting that I had to be honest about my condition because my psychiatrist deserved to know. After months of therapy, I finally felt comfortable enough to do so. Tonight at dinner, I'd tell my psychiatrist the truth.
 
I'd ordered in a meal, it was nice to not have to cook even if it was a special occasion. I often ordered pizza when Daniella came to my home. I'd picked a fine bottle of merlot for the occasion, and had picked up a small strawberry cheesecake as well.

The table was set for two, candles lit, and it didn't occur to me that this could be construed as romantic I was just setting a nice meal up for Daniella, who if tonight went well we could discontinue therapy and just be friends.

I liked spending time with Daniella, her case was fascinating, but seeing her come to grips with her fantasies and take control of her needs was rewarding. I felt she might finally be ready to start dating. So I was a mix of excited and nervous when she rang on the door.

I'd told her she could just come in, but she was always so polite and I invited her in and took her coat. I was a little surprised at what she was wearing, a gorgeous dress with a formfitting top and full skirt that showed off her body to an advantage. I felt somewhat dowdy in my simple geometric black and white print top and black pants.
 
I smiled nervously as I stepped into the palatial home. "Hi, Doc," I murmured. My eyes flitted over her outfit. Though she always dressed conservatively, you could tell she had some nice curves. "You look so nice."

I hoped I hadn't overdone it with my attire The dress had a scoop neck, so I was showing off a fair bit of cleavage. Having envied the bustlines of all my friends growing up, I sometimes got too eager to show off that I now had boobs. I'd thought this nighttime meeting meant stylish evening wear, but perhaps I should still have dressed like it was a daytime trip to the doctor's office.

I seized on a glass of wine to calm my nerves. After a big sip I said, "You've got a lovely home, Doc." I paused. "Should I still call you Doc outside the office, or am I being too formal?"
 
"Well Daniella, I was hoping you'd feel ready to terminate therapy, in which case you could call me by my first name. Melody," I smiled and took a drink and headed into the dining room, where dinner was all set up. "I kind of went all out to celebrate," I apologized for the candles, elegant table setting, a dozen lavender and white roses gracing the table.

"Its not often I have a client who works as hard as you do. Six months has really made a change I hope."
 
"Melody," I replied, rolling the name around on my tongue. "I like it."

I drained my glass of wine and poured another. I was tempted to delay my news till after dinner, but Dr. Collins had insisted I be up front about it. "A psychiatrist is a medical doctor, Danielle," she'd told me. "She's been through years and years of training and experience with all sorts of patients. She can handle the truth"

I took a deep breath."Melody, I want to thank you for helping me. My lust used to be so hard to control. But thanks to you, I can control my urges. I haven't had to secretly masturbate in the bathroom at work in over a month. My life feels much more my own now and I owe it all to you. Thank you."

I impulsively reached out and hugged her. That proved logistically a mistake; her big boobs against my really big boobs made it hard for our arms to reach. I should have done a side hug instead; I'm still getting used to my new body.

That awkward gesture finished, I plunged ahead into serious discomfort. "But I feel at this time I should confess I haven't been totally honest with you. It's a secret I haven't shared with almost anyone, but you're one of the people I now trust most. So I. . . I feel you ought to know."

I swallowed uncomfortably. Now or never. "Doc - I mean, Melody. Do you know what a futanari is?"
 
"Of course I know what a futanari is," I step back from the hug, "Are you fantasizing about such things?" I ask feeling aroused. My secret fetish was futanari, which was probably why it hadn't worked out with my husband, or any of the women I'd fucked after the divorce.

Imagining Daniella being fucked by a futanari, made me blush. "Are you thinking of dating one and are concerned about their body?" I followed up with.
 
I blushed at the implication. My gynecologist had told me that futanari were exceedingly rare, despite what Japanese anime suggested. The idea that I might encounter someone else just like me. . . .

"No, no," I replied. "I'm a futanari. That's what I was trying to say."
 
I shook my head in astonishment, "Are you upset that I want to terminate therapy? this isn't a healthy delusion." I was babbling, and I was concerned for Daniella's mental health.

"I'm sorry but I'm not going to believe it until I see it." I wasn't sure what I expected after that, denial, tears, but I never expected that it was the truth.
 
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"Yeah," I replied. It stung that she rejected my tale out of hand. But could I blame her? "It sounds unbelievable. I get it." I shrugged. "I didn't believe it myself initially."

I met her doubting gaze. "But Melody, it's true. I don't want you to think I'm making up crazy stories. It's important that you trust in me."

I reached gingerly for the bottom hem of my dress. "This is one of those things where seeing is believing. If you will let me, I'd like to show you." I nodded towards a chair. "You might want to sit down first."
 
I sat down feeling a little stunned, "No it's all right, it's enough that you were willing to show me." I couldn't believe it, that this stunning young woman was my personal fantasy. "I hope we can still be friends." I refill my wine glass letting the information wash over me. I sat unmoving, silent for a long time.

"Do you still want to celebrate?" I felt like a cad, even as my eyes were drawn again and again to Daniella's crotch. I was curious, what would she really look like, feel like, taste like. The wine covered my blushing as I took another drink.
 
I nodded. "Sure. Sure. We can eat. I didn't want to interrupt the dinner. I just wanted you to know."

I sat down at the table. I felt relieved that she had taken it so well. Dr. Collins had been confident she would, but it was nice to get confirmation.

Still, it might have been nice to get her reaction. Dr. Collins was always so clinical when she examined me. Melody seemed much less detached. Perhaps she could give me better feedback as to how a normal woman might react.

"So what are we having?" I inquired. "I'm sure it'll be delicious."
 
"Fresh garden salad, grilled chicken pasta alfredo, and strawberry cheesecake." I stood up and was in the kitchen briefly before I brought out the large salad bowl, and the pasta.

I did my best to keep my eyes focused on her throat but my mind kept wandering down. She had such lovely breasts, and to imagine. My thoughts turned back to the food and they talked in a rather stilted fashion until dessert was served.

"Daniella I know it must be very brave of you to consider showing me, your cock," (meant to say penis), "and if you still are willing to show me, well I'll show you my pussy." (meant to say vagina)

I was nervous, "And if you do well I'll want to touch it, I mean you, and I'd let you touch me in return?" I made my offer sound like a question, my throat suddenly dry at the thought of seeing my lovely Daniella naked, well at least from the waist down, and exposing myself in return.
 
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I blushed at her question. "No, I understand. I'd be curious, too, if someone claimed to have two sex organs."

I stood up and faced her. "But you don't have to show me yours or anything." I grinned. "I know what one looks like: I've got one of my own."

I reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it above my waist. The black silk of my panties hugged my crotch, but generally looked normal. "I tuck the cock portion back the way transvestites do," I explained. "It's amazing what you can learn from YouTube."

I spread my legs more and pushed my panties down to mid-thigh. The fleshy pillar snaking back between my thighs was clearly out of place. "Just a sec," I murmured as I pulled my cock free and let it drape down.

My flaccid shaft dangled down the front of my crotch, its thickness obscuring what lay beneath. I lifted aside to show the soft pink labia of my pussy. . "See? One of each."

I gave Melody time to stare a bit,then asked. "Uh, would you mind telling me if my penis looks okay? I mean, I know it's strange on a girl. I just want to know if it's attractive to a female. I've never really been into guys, so I've never seen one close up. But you used to be married, right? You must like guys then? So can you tell me - as a woman - if I have a nice cock? "
 
I breath out softly and slowly reach a hand out, and caress the long shaft. "Yes dear, you have a lovely cock," my breath catches as both my hands continue to softly caress her cock, mesmerized by it wanting to know what it would look like fully aroused. Somewhere in her brain realizing that Daniella's cock is a virgin.

One hand slowly reaches back and under to feel Daniella's equally lovely pussy and I tremble as I imagine myself licking this gorgeous woman.

"I'd need to see you fully engorged to be sure, but you look like you'd be bigger than my ex husband," I lick my lips entranced staring at the cock.

I shake my head and blush, realizing I've been so intently focused on your dick that I've missed some of what you said. In my head I thought about saying how much I wanted to fuck her, but out loud I simply said.

"Have you ejaculated?"
 
I was a little uncomfortable having her touch me down there. Still, she was a doctor, so I suppose it was like a medical exam. I held still as she gently poked and prodded my flesh.

After a minute or two, she leaned back and stared at my cock. "I'd need to see you fully engorged to be sure, but you look like you'd be bigger than my ex husband, Melody mused.

I blushed. This part was definitely embarrassing. "I might be. Dr. Collins says that it's very big, particularly the around part. You know, the circumference? Dr. Collins says that it's the thickest she's ever seen."

I paused. "Honestly, lately it's so big that I'm a little scared of it. I'm just a petite girl, but then I wake up and have this huge horse cock towering over me. I mean, if I were just a normal girl and some guy whipped that out of his pants, I think I might run away screaming." I shrugged. "But what do I know."

Melody seemed distracted during my rambling. I wasn't sure she was listening. Instead, she just suddenly asked, " Have you ejaculated?"

"You mean like, ever?" I replied dropping my dress back down over my private parts. "Sure, lots. That's what was happening at work. I'd get aroused and have to run off to the bathroom before my erection became noticeable. I'd then have to masturbate in the stall to get it to come down. I ejaculated a lot there until you taught me how to keep my urges under control. Now I haven't done that at work in weeks."


 
I frowned slightly as she covered her cock, I stood up and looked her right in the eyes. "There are techniques I could teach you to stretch a woman, if you prefer female partners, which you've strongly indicated in our sessions." I blushed as I considered my next words carefully, "You've masturbated at home surely?"

The idea of Daniella having a few weeks of cum built up had me very aroused and I struggled with the fact that Daniella seemed to not want to touch me in return. I very much wanted to see her fully engorged and suggested, "Would you be okay with masturbating in front of me, I'd love," meant to say like, "to see you fully engorged."
 
"You've masturbated at home surely?"

"Oh, of course - lots of times, " I replied. "But I live alone, so there's no problem if I get aroused there. But when it happened at work, I had to worry about a co-worker seeing my erection and discovering my secret."

Would you be okay with showing me? I'd like to see you fully engorged."

I frowned slightly. "I've only ever done that for Dr. Collins when she measured me. . . . Still, I suppose since you're a doctor. . . . okay."

I reached behind me to my zipper. "I should probably take off my dress, though. And it's easier if have some visual stimulation." I blushed. "Dr. Collins always gives me a dirty magazine to look at. I. . . I like looking at the naked women. Do you have anything like that?"

 
Melody blushed she had very little porn in the house, only a few really hot videos of lesbian strap on sex, and transsexuals. I slowly lead you to the guest bedroom thinking you'd be more comfortable there, and not in my private bedroom. The room is plain so it's obvious I don't sleep there.

I wait until you have settled yourself on the chair or bed before admitting, I don't have much in terms of pictures, that I like so many other rely on the internet for my viewing pleasures. I then softly offer myself, knowing that realistically I'm your type, and before you can say no, I've removed my top revealing my large soft breasts, and am unclasping my bra as you speak.

The black satin falls away and the pendulous flesh sags naturally, my rosey nipples hard from our evening so far.
 
I removed my dress and set it aside on the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged my panties off. Naked from the waist down, my girl cock dangled over the edge.

I looked up and was surprised to see that Melody was now topless. Her breasts were larger than I'd expected, but still seemed quite firm. Her nipples were hard and inviting.

"You're very attractive, Melody," I whispered, my voice somewhat hoarse. My cock agreed, plumping up noticeably. I stroked it idly for a minute as it began to stiffen enough to rise.

"It takes a while to get it fully engorged," I explained. I lifted the semi-stiff pillar up against my reclining torso. I rubbed the underside of the shaft with my left hand while my right hand slipped inside my labia. My moist pussy made wet smacking sounds as I began to finger myself.
 
Daniella was a vision and I licked my lips in wonder. I could understand how it would take a while for the blood to fill her thick meaty cock. I ran my fingers down my breasts, caressing, massaging them, tugging one nipple somewhat absent mindedly, wondering what it would feel like to be wrapped around her, wrapped around her cock, to make love to her.

I blush as my thoughts run wild, and recall that Daniella has never had a pussy wrapped around her cock before. I think of what it would take, and blush again, the color spreading down my neck to my breasts. My last lover had wanted me to 'fist' her and I thought surely if a woman could be fucked by my wrist than surely a pussy well my pussy could fuck Daniella.
 
I continued toying with my pussy till I was moist enough to slip my finger inside. I shivered slightly as my slick walls instinctively clutched at my finger. "Mmmm," I murmured.

Melody showed signs that she found me arousing in return. The way she licked her lips as she stared at me seemed very lustful.

"Do you find me attractive, Melody?" I inquired. "I always worried that I would be seen as a freak."

My cock continued to expand as I teased myself. It extended up to my ribcage and was easily as thick as my forearm. But Melody wanted to see it fully engorged, so I still had a ways to go.
 
I felt my cheeks grow warm and I slowly knelt, so that my breasts were pressed up against Daniella's cock, wrapping the soft flesh around them. I wondered if she could feel my heart beating against her cock as I pushed myself across the line between observer and participant.

"You are a beautiful person," I reassured her. I had often told her she was a beautiful woman and that she didn't need to be afraid of her desires. This was somehow different, and though I was in a submissive position, I felt quite powerful as I spoke to her.

"Your body is a wonder of nature, not a freak, any man or woman would be lucky to have you as their lover." I paused as my breasts moved in attempting to surround Daniella's cock, knowing the tip would easily pop out between them, and then it would be so very close to my lips.

"I will always be your friend," I admitted softly, wanting to admit more but still feeling shy, as my fingers ran along her thighs, realizing one of Daniella's hands had been touching her female pussy.

I shift back to look at her wet pussy and I gently attempt to move her hand as I ask my voice trembling.

"May I taste you?"
 
Your body is a wonder of nature, not a freak, any woman would be lucky to have you as their lover."

My heart ached at her words. I'd feared the reaction that my body might draw. That a woman of her beauty and experience might say such kind things. . . . I could not find words sufficient for a response. I settled for a whispered, "Thank you."

If her initial words surprised me, her next nearly floored me. Placing her hand atop my own, she halted my self-stimulation of my pussy. " May I taste you?"

I feel slightly dizzy at the prospect. Dr. Collins certainly poked and prodded my body during her physical examinations, but she never used her mouth on me. No one has. The intense intimacy of Melody's offer causes my vaginal walls to flush with desire.

"T-taste me?" I stutter. "O-okay." I feel a fresh surge of warm juices seep out of me as I remove my hand from my pussy. I stare at Melody with bated breath as she leans closer. Can this really be happening?
 
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