Chapter 1

Misty Day laid in bed fantasizing about her teacher, Cordelia Foxx. She wasn't supposed to be at the house but at the field trip that Fiona Goode put

together. But Misty really wasn't interested in the trip so she stayed home. One of the reasons Misty didn't want to go was that she had a secret. A

shameful secret. Of course, it wasn't her fault she was born this way. But nonetheless, she felt like she was responsible. Misty Day had a fully

functional penis. Her parent and her were the only ones who knew that she was a full blown hermaphrodite. Misty stroked her hard cock to thoughts

of Cordelia's mouth sucking on her. She finally came on her stomach and breasts. Suddenly the door swung open and Cordelia stood in the doorway

with her jaw open and clothing in her hand. Misty quickly covered herself with a pillow.

"Get out!" Misty yelled. Cordelia shook herself.

" Misty! I - I - You're laundry was - in the - dryer - and I just wanted to put these -"

"Get out!" Misty threw another pillow at the Cordelia. Cordelia dropped the clothes at the closed the door. What the fuck had she just seen?

Misty masturbating wasn't a big deal. She lived in a house fully for horny teenagers. She'd accidentally walked in on some of them. But was stroking

a penis. Is that what she saw? Was she hallucinating? Was this for real? Cordelia slowly walked to her room and sat on her bed trying to make sense

of what she saw. Misty was a girl. She looked like a girl. She even acted like one. Misty had breasts as well. Despite Cordelia's confusion, she

realized she felt aroused. Cordelia had a kinky side and if she really saw what she thought she saw, then it was really hot. She'd never been with a

woman let a lone a chick with a dick.

Misty laid on her bed sobbing in a pillow. Nobody ever knew about her secret and she hoped nobody ever would. This is why she lived in the swamp.

Away from other people who might find out and humiliate her or worse. Her friends were the wild animals who she knew didn't care if she was a little

different. As long as she should them kindness and respect, they would never judge her. She knew she didn't belong in a house of 50 other girls. It

was too risky. She definitely couldn't face Cordelia again. Misty knew she had to leave. She got up and wiped the tears from her eyes. She took her

one and only suitcase from the closet and began to fill it up with her clothes and other necessities. She was going back to the swamp where she

belonged. She peaked out her door to make sure the girls weren't back and more importantly, Cordelia wasn't around. She tiptoed down the stairs

and out the door.