Life of a Dominant Futanari

Today is the day I snap. I swear it.

I am sick of being called names for something that I cannot control. I am a strong woman who works out every day. My father always taught me violence doesn solve problems.

My father is a **ing moron; My mother agrees with him. Making her a **ing moron as well.

I have reached the end of my rope, and I can no longer do it anymore. I have lost my cool, and I don care about the consequences anymore. I hear one more insult. One more jab at me I am going to get violent.

I am what the Japanese call a Futanari. This is something growing up I was never ashamed of. My body was simply that, My body. I was active all the time, and I loved soccer. I loved it with a passion, and I excelled in soccer.

It wasn until I turned eight that I learned that I couldn go in any higher leagues to see my dreams of becoming professional. In school, they started to segregate them into more professional and sexual-based divisions. It was an annoyance that I cried about for years. It still is a sore point for me as I am a Futanari. This is a rare condition, and they told me I am a boy since I have a cock and balls. The men say I am a girl because I have breasts and a pussy. Neither side allows me to join in. So I turned all that love of running, kicking a ball with skill, into just running.

I was now a track runner with the same problems that there isn a professional circuit for people like me. All my sports dreams are bound to die a death before I can even start. I am a fitness fanatic, though. I am strong, and my body loves not to show it. I have muscles that would make linebackers jealous that hide inside my curvy frame.

This here comes to my problems and my rising problems in school. For the last three years of high school, I have had to put up with **ing morons poking me. I was raised never to use violence to talk. The **ing morons never knew what being poked fun at for something I was born with. I am not allowed to use the women changing areas since I have a **ing cock. I cannot use the mens locker rooms because I have a pussy and large breasts that never seem to stop growing.

My parents told me the boys like me, and thats why they bully me. I am beautiful with fantastic curves and ripped six-pack abs. I love my six-pack, and I will lie if I don admit to stroking it. They are the only muscles that show on my body, and I love them. I continue to love them till death do us part. I started to study martial arts as well and took a new love to Muay Tai. The problem is I cant go professional with it. Every **ing time I find something I love, I cannot make it a career due to my gender identity. My body is superior, some doctors say as well. They wanted to study me at some point, but I firmly rejected it. I love my body as it is the temple that I reside. Drugs being put into this temple of muscle perfection would be a travesty to the world.

I sighed, letting go of my narcissism. I looked into the mirror, seeing a beautiful face. I was naked coming from the shower and looked at my F-cup breasts. They were overly large and expensive to keep up with the purchasing of bras. My dad complained to me relentlessly on this topic as I ignored him. My mother was much more sympathetic, although still stupid for listening to my dad on violent bullshit. I lovingly stroked my abs; seeing the toned muscles made me smile. I looked at my arms that looked soft, making me frown. I hated how my body hid the muscle mass that I have accumulated. I looked into the mirror and could see my pillowy ass that made my eyelid twitch in annoyance. I looked like a super curvy model I heard from my parents. I knew I looked beautiful. But when I looked between my legs, I saw a large cock and balls flaccid hanging there. My cock was seven inches flaccid and sixteen inches when I get excited. Morning wood is a problem, and wet dreams have ruined many panties I have had overnight.

Periods make life even more horrendous, but I thanked the Lord for tampons. Pads… do not work well for me. My huge balls, said to me by a doctor, constantly get in the way; I sighed for all the troubles my amazing body gives me. I got ready in a tight workout outfit that would help me keep everything from flailing around. It hugged my body comfortably. I sighed as I felt some of the weight off my back lift. My breast size was something that I would always find annoying. However, my back could take it.

Another sigh left my mouth as I moved to finish getting ready for school. I filled my backpack with useless, already finished textbooks. I put the second set of clothing and school uniform into my bag, and I vowed today that all the bullying stopped. I was no longer the tolerant girl of the past they remember. Today I will show them that I am better than anyone in school. I have no friends, and I cannot care less anymore. They are all trash, and I am superior; I chanted this in my head as I picked up the fifty-pound backpack. I placed two twenty-pound weights on each of my legs and two more twenty-pound weights on each of my arms. The weight settled in, and I bounced on the balls of my feet, ready to go to school. I was prepared for an excellent two-kilometer run. I picked up a habit of running with weights a year ago and tended to wear puffy sweaters when running or jogging.

No more of this, though. I will knock out anyone who messes with me anymore. Especially that **ing asshole Jake. I felt a deep loathing for the little runt. He was five foot seven inches. He is very athletic, and I was jealous of how he could make a career out of sports. I couldn even get an athletic scholarship because I can join in on their teams. I tossed out with skill my deep loathing towards the careers I would never be able to pursue.

I stepped outside and fantasized about messing with that runt Jake, though as my running shoes pounded the pavement, I gracefully made my way to school. I thought about what I could do to the runt. He was shorter than me by about three inches. I was five foot ten, and I hated every time I meekly backed off. My body was physically pained from backing off like a meek bitch before their alpha.

He was a top sportsman, though, and already been scouted to an excellent school for Football. I will admit that he was excellent at throwing a football far and accurately. I might never have been a fan, but I know that he is the reason that our school has been making it so far the last couple of years. My resentment only grew knowing that he had a promising athletic career. This was in stark contrast to my better body and skill in many more sports, but I couldn enter because I was medically considered a hermaphrodite or Futanari. It pained me physically. I wanted nothing more every time he called me dick girl or other names to punch him in the face.

I was stronger than him; I was faster than him; I am more skilled in sports than him; He is male, where I am Futanari. Therefore he can have a better career in sports while watching, becoming a spectator filled with jealousy due to something I cannot control. My feet quickened their pace as I moved faster towards the school. I finally felt a sweat building up and knew that I would need to rinse my body. I only took a shower this morning before heading to school because I needed to get my cock flaccid. Lately, it was becoming more demanding of attention in the morning.

I sighed as I finally reached school, trying not to let my anger roar for everyone to hear. I arrived, and I jogged down the mostly empty halls towards the teachers locker rooms. These locker rooms were abandoned most of the time as they were also where most bullying took place. It was ironic as I noticed a poster looking to stop bullying with a small girl putting up her hand. It always got to me as I stripped to jump into the showers. The hot water poured down on me, and I felt my cock harden with the pleasure of a good run and cleaning. I wasn even out of breath at this point and ignored my slightly stiffened cock. It shouldn bother me too much. I left the shower quickly to get dressed for school.

I turned eighteen just a week before, and I was in my last school year. I troubled myself stuffing my cock into some comfy panties. Before slipping on the school required uniform. This thing was a uniform fetish dream. It was a white collared button-up shirt and a plaid skirt. My eyelid twitched in annoyance as I struggled to get the top buttons closed around my bust.

Finally, I looked ready to head to my first class. I sighed, knowing boredom was going to rock my day. I was about to step out into the hallway when I heard someone on the other side of the door. I listened to a conversation from it. ”Dude, You are talking about that Dick girl. That girl can lift, you know. I heard someone talk about how she is an iron-