When Madam Esmeralda decided to give my girlfriend Angel a birthday cake, I was mostly confused. She had never been particularly approving of our lesbian relationship, and insisted that the best thing for a woman was a (well-equipped) male. If she felt like being neighborly, well, it would have been rude to refuse. But as it turns out, the cake is only the first part of the present. The morning after she eats the cake, Angel awakens to learn that has a birthday package unlike any she’s ever gotten before: One that’s seven inches long and comes with a matching pair!
Warning: This 7,000-word story contains graphic descriptions of futanari / dickgirl transformation, futa-on-girl sex, and a very special cake that you won’t find at your local bakery!
