Cyber Girls E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Eudora has achieved her immediate goal, and finds herself in a bit of a loss. She wades her way through her lovers trying to come up with something. Will she figure out what to do in her new life?

This is book 6 of the Influencer book series.
WARNING: Contains explicit futanari/hermaphrodite content.

Leseprobe

Contents

Title Page 6

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

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CHAPTER ONE

"Doctor, I'm scared. Am I gonna turn into a man?" Eudora asked with a huff.

"At this point, I'm legally required to inform you that I'm not a medical doctor," the salesman recited.

"But you wear doctor's robes."

"All the same, I'm still not a medical doctor."

"It's okay, I trust you. Just tell me," she nagged. The Futagen clinic was becoming a familiar place. As she was coming in, she looked up to see a life-sized poster of her proudly sporting one of the clinic's cutting-edge products, a light-blue prosthetic penis. She had never posed for such a picture, so it must have been fabricated. An easy thing to do in this time and age.

She had frowned, rubbed her nose. She guessed it had been in the contract somewhere, that they could use her likeness to promote their wares. She didn't really mind. Still, it would have been nice to have gotten an email about it.

The doctor, sorry, the not-a-medical-doctor before her was looking considerate for her. She believed it, and either he was actually empathetic about her case, or he was one hell of a salesman.

Probably a bit of both.

He changed the subject. She quietly thanked him for it. "Aphrodite central reports that they're quite pleased with you."

"I don't wanna take it off. Is that normal?" she insisted.

He shrugged. "Why shouldn't it be? I have a penis and I never take it off."

Eudora glared at him, but she gave him a smirk. "You know what I mean."

"Physically, our product is guaranteed an uptime of twenty years, it's in the guarantee info right there." He pulled up the relevant part full of legalese on the veil. Eudora's eyes glazed over it, barely reading a word.

"Whatever," she waved it away. "I'm not saying that I don't believe you, it's just that things are starting to get different. The way I act, the way I talk," she said, waving her hands around animatedly. She chuckled. "The way I screw." She paused. "I'm worried that I'm starting to behave like a man."

"I can assure you that you're not. Look, let me explain it like this. This isn't exactly scientific, but here it goes: Each man has a feminine side, and each woman has a masculine side. Those are found in different ratios in each person. Now, as a proud owner of a penis myself, I can admit that life does feels easier when you have one, even now that those antiquated inequalities have been reduced. Maybe, and I'm just speculating here, you've used those assumptions to shape the way you act and talk to people, and that way is just what we might consider masculine."

She bit her lip thoughtfully, taking his words in. She finally leaned in closer and spoke in a hushed voice. "Please, I wanna know, is it doing anything to my mind?"

The salesman rested his hands on both her shoulders. "Miss Eudora, you are not turning into a man. That's all in your mind. You are not getting hormone replacement therapy, so you are not going to suddenly sprout hair on your chest or deepen your voice and whatnot." He let go of her. "No, it's not doing anything to your mind, not physically."

"But emotionally?" she squinted at him. "You know? Ever since I got the futagen penis, I've become more... cocky," she said with a lift of her eyebrow and a side smirk.

The salesman laughed and waggled his finger at her. "Good one! It may be so, I'm not dismissing your experiences. In fact, I'll assign an expert to go over your streams and your prosthetic's raw data and study them, see if there's anything up."

The fact that some poor sod somewhere around the world had to analyse every bit of thrusting she had one, every erection she had had, and every timecode those things occurred amused her somehow. "You will?" she asked hopefully. Then she frowned, taking a step back. "Wait, how much will it cost me?"

"No cost. It's part of your contract with Aphrodite. She takes good care of her priestesses."

She squinted even harder at him. "I am not a priestess. Last time I checked, I was just an influencer, one of millions."

The salesman shrugged, cupping his hands together. "Tomato, tomahto."