Futanari Dating Simulator

You step out of the shower and grab a towel for your hair. The cold air mingling with wisps of steam confuses your skin and leaves your follicles twitching. You take a deep breath, a long deep breath that fills your gut, and turn your eyes to the foggy bathroom mirror. Today's the day, your body reminds you. Date three with a cute girl, and the date you've decided to divulge your genital status to her. She knows you're some kind of trans and you know she's some kind of trans too, but neither of you have talked about what you've got in your pants. It hasn't mattered yet. But date three, in your own house... seems like a good time to tell her you're a futanari. Your eyes stare at the reflection of your body. Is your date going to see all this too? Will she want to? You imagine her running out the door screaming, her pinning you to the floor, her chasing after you... Maybe you should consider shaving some of those pubes off. It would make your pussy a lot more visible, if that is a thing your date wants to see. [Shave them.]<shave| (click: ?shave)[ (replace: ?shave)[] (replace: ?keep)[] (show: ?shaved) ] [You flip open your straight razor and rub on some shaving cream, then quickly hack away at the forest of coarse hair, dropping the debris down the toilet. Once your groin is all smooth and almost shiny, and you've wiped away the small streaks of blood, you retreat from the bathroom to the bedroom and prepare to tackle the joy of figuring out [appropriate clothes.]<dressed|](shaved| [There's no reason to bother. You try to think that it's your body, that if she doesn't like them that's her problem not yours. Maybe she'll like this more. Maybe she will never bother to check. Take a deep breath, and go [get dressed.]<dressed| Just do that for yourself and worry about pubes when it actually matters. Maybe if she doesn't like them you can ask her to shave them off for you.](kept| [Keep them as they are.]<keep| (click: ?keep)[ (replace: ?shave)[] (replace: ?keep)[] (show: ?kept) ] (click: ?dressed)[(display: "dressing")]

You rub yourself dry one more time just in case and tuck your B-cups into a cute bra. You rummage through your underwear drawer... and the same question that hit you in the bathroom asks itself here too. How are you gonna handle your panties? You dig around and find a few possible answers... [Comfy loose boyshorts.]<boy|[May as well go for comfort. You're already in enough mental distress with the whole 'reveal your dirty secret' thing, there's not much point in purposely making yourself physically uncomfortable as well. The pair you grabbed is a cute bit of striped blue and white. Maybe she's into shimapan?](shorts|[What was that movie where whatserface uncrossed her legs? Do that, maybe. Tease your date if she's willing to be teased. For all you know she might love it, might want to fuck you right away... maybe you should give her what she theoretically wants.](nude|[The classic 'proud trans girl' look, complete with a bit of lace around the edges. You slip them on and adjust your junk a bit. A quick check in the mirror confirms they look okay, but not too revealing. Cautiously sexy and all that. What would happen if your dress flipped up somehow because you tripped over yourself, before you got to properly explain your body?](bulge|[It's your body. It's okay to show it off... right? If she sees under your dress it probably means she's already okay with whatever you've told her. So you tug on the thong, making sure that it shows off the thin slit hidden in your crotch. ...It always looked a lot sexier in your mind.](toe| [Bulge-displaying bikini briefs.]<bikini| [A thong so tight that it shows bulge and cameltoe simultaneously.]<thong|(click: ?boy)[ (replace: ?boy)[] (replace: ?bikini)[] (replace: ?thong)[] (replace: ?commando)[] (show: ?shorts) (display: "foodprep") ] (click: ?bikini)[ (replace: ?boy)[] (replace: ?bikini)[] (replace: ?thong)[] (replace: ?commando)[] (show: ?bulge) (display: "foodprep") ] (click: ?thong)[ (replace: ?boy)[] (replace: ?bikini)[] (replace: ?thong)[] (replace: ?commando)[] (show: ?toe) (display: "foodprep") ] (click: ?commando)[ (replace: ?boy)[] (replace: ?bikini)[] (replace: ?thong)[] (replace: ?commando)[] (show: ?nude) (display: "foodprep") ] [Fuck it, go commando.]<commando|

Satisfied as possible with your choice in underwear, you find your little black dress and tug it on. The fabric drops to your knees, which you cover in appropriately cute stockings. You panic about the shoes you might or might not wear in your own house, and decide to leave them off right now. Finally, some accents with a sheer scarf and light makeup complete the look. You breathe in, breathe out, and imagine what comes next. [Dinner]<tofoodchoice|, you think. Probably best not to leave your date waiting for food. (click: ?tofoodchoice)[(show: ?foodchoice)] [Another downside to panicking: you forget to do important and useful things such as deciding what meal to cook for a date the day before the date. You have about an hour before your datefriend shows up, with not a lot of amazing food stored away in the fridge. It's not nothing but... what should you try and make? [Sausages.]<sausage|[There are some bratwurst hiding in the meat drawer. You have onions and peppers, but no bun to stuff them in. It will do. You toss the brats onto a pan and sautee the vegetables on the pan's edge.](wurst|[There's a bit of TVP you could reconstitute, plus some soft tortillas and cheese left in the fridge. It won't make a lot of tacos, but it should make enough for the two of you to not go hungry.](tvp|[Fuck it. Go full futa nonsense! You wish you had some sauerkraut for full fusion cuisine, but the onions and peppers you have, sauteed with a little caraway, should suffice. Once everything is grilled to your satisfaction you stuff the sausages into the tortillas, and serve on a plate that looks kinda sorta like a boob if you're willing to pretend hard enough.](lewd|[Chinese takeout it is, then.](takeout| [Tacos.]<taco| [Sausage tacos.]<futaco|(click: ?sausage)[ (replace: ?sausage)[] (replace: ?taco)[] (replace: ?futaco)[] (replace: ?chinese)[] (show: ?wurst) (display: "datestart") ](click: ?taco)[ (replace: ?sausage)[] (replace: ?taco)[] (replace: ?futaco)[] (replace: ?chinese)[] (show: ?tvp) (display: "datestart") ](click: ?futaco)[ (replace: ?sausage)[] (replace: ?taco)[] (replace: ?futaco)[] (replace: ?chinese)[] (show: ?lewd) (display: "datestart") ](click: ?chinese)[ (replace: ?sausage)[] (replace: ?taco)[] (replace: ?futaco)[] (replace: ?chinese)[] (show: ?takeout) (display: "datestart") ] [Something not so blatantly suggestive.]<chinese|](foodchoice|

The food is ready, the place is set, and you think your heart is about to shrivel up and die. You give yourself one last check over in your bedroom mirror, but your eyes keep drifting to your unmade bed. If only you could strip off these clothes and wrap yourself in sheets and never leave even if she knocks on the-- [*knock knock*]<arrive| (click: ?arrive)[(show: ?datearrive)] [She's here. Shit shit shit shit You scramble to the front door and open it. There she is, in an unassuming top and tight jeans, holding a bag of something, wearing that soft, subtle, casual smile. "Hey babe! Doing alright?" "Yeah, finishing touches and all that. Come in!" You scoot out of her way, motioning towards your couch. "Go ahead, sit for a bit. The table is just about ready!" Cheap candles lit? Check. Appropriate amounts of food on each plate? Check. Ability to manage the conversation you're about to have? Definitely not check. You grab a bottle of light wine and set it on the table next to your half-empty bottle of everclear. Just in case. You poke your head into the living room again. Your date has made herself comfortable on the couch, and you almost hate to make her get up already. But... "Okay, everything is ready! May I help madam into her seat?" "Certainly! Thank you, my wonderful host~" She sits upon the chair you scoot out, between your seat and the front door. You help push her in and give her shoulder a gentle little squeeze before darting to the other end of the table. "So does the food look okay?" "Looks perfectly fine! Uh, is it okay if I start eating now?" "Certainly." The two of you take your first bites. Turns out it's not too bad after all. Maybe... maybe the rest of the night will be just as good. ...Maybe the food has nothing to do with it. The two of you share your opening pleasantries, asking about your date's day, commiserating when she tells you about her crappy work situation, making cute trans jokes at each other, taking a bite off of her fork when she offers it... ["So uh, babe?"]<thetalk|](datearrive| (click: ?thetalk)[(show: ?reveal)] [It's time. It's as good a time as any. You take a drink of that wine while she stares at you, waiting politely to hear what you have to say. "I uh... I don't know where this relationship is going yet! I'm enjoying it so far, though!" "I am too!" "But in case things start moving deeper... uh! eventually! Not tonight! But uh, I wanted to divulge some stuff about me so it wouldn't be a big surprise to you later." You take a breath so deep you think you'll burst. "I'm, for lack of a better term... a futanari. As in, I have both a penis and vagina." Her initial response is to merely stare at you, still with that smile on her face. "I... Huh. I see. I've never heard of anyone actually being that. Does that mean you're intersex?" "No, I wasn't born this way. Well not physically, anyway... I got surgery about a year ago to make it all work down there." "I didn't even realize that was possible. Uh... but, didn't you say you were trans?" You think about how to answer. [I'm trans, yes.]<trans|["I mean, I got surgery. That's not the only thing that being trans means, but... well, don't I still fit? I'm nonbinary, and I've transitioned to the nonbinary body that my dysphoria told me to be. And there are still plenty of parts of me that make me think 'girl'. Like my breasts. So... yeah, I'm as trans as you are, as far as I'm concerned..."](proud|["Most people don't know what a futa is, or what nonbinary means. I'm sorry if you think I'm a liar, but it was the best way for me to communicate. I guess this is a more specific and honest take on whatever the heck I am..."](honest| [It was the best term I had.]<labels| (click: ?trans_)[(replace: ?trans)[] (replace: ?labels)[] (show: ?proud) (display: "cocoa")] (click: ?labels_)[(replace: ?trans)[] (replace: ?labels)[] (show: ?honest) (display: "cocoa")]](reveal|

There's nothing left on your plate but crumbs and grease. Your date's is a little more full. Either way, you're both satisfied. "Hey, I have something for you. Can I borrow a kettle?" She motions to the bag she brought over. "Yeah, go ahead. Shall I wait on the couch to make it a bit more of a surprise?" "Sounds good to me! [Give me a few minutes!]<cocoaprep|" (click: ?cocoaprep)[(show: ?cocoadrink)] [She blows you a kiss as you sit back over on the couch and flick through your phone to distract you from your worries. Did it go well? Did she accept the things you said? Is she about to poison whatever she's making? Did she.. Did she... "Scoot over and put that phone down! You'll want both hands for this, I think." Your date is holding two mugs from which wafts the smell of hot chocolate and vanilla cream. She takes the spot you moved out of and hands you one of the mugs. "I made the powder myself! It's sweet and just a little spicy. I hope it warms you up." You take a gentle sip, trying not to get any of the cream on your nose, and... it's lovely. Really hot though, but you're so in love with it that you take another sip, and another... "So you like it?" "Yeah, it's really good. I'd love to get your recipe!" "Sure thing, I'll text it to you when I get home. Uh, I wanted to ask something though!" You look over at her. It doesn't look like she's drank anything yet. "Is... Is there a reason you've described yourself as a... a futanari? Isn't there a better term and all that? It's kinda, well, yeah..." "I don't really have one. Everyone says that hermaphrodite is even worse, and androgyne and intersex are taken. I'd pick a different word, but no one would actually use it with me." "Oh... I suppose? It's just awkward. All the futanari stuff that comes up is really fetishizing. It's a bit hard to know how to take it." Old, frustrating, gross memories pop into your head. That time a trans person told you that you were just a fetish... that what you wanted wasn't medically possible... [Tell her what you're thinking.]<thoughts|["Well... I'm not anybody's fetish. I'm just me. People have tried to tell me that, even trans people who should know better. They don't seem to think their own bodies lead to gross chasers obsessing over ladyboys or whatever... It's frustrating as hell that my body is somehow the wrong one, that my dysphoria is the impure kind."](pain|["I don't treat myself like a fetish. You don't treat yourself like an autogynephile, right? Well any more than anyone who is trying to be comfortable with their dysphoric body. Sometimes, dysphoria isn't what we might expect it to be..."](fetish| [Tell her something a bit more abstract.]<abstract| (click: ?thoughts)[(replace: ?thoughts)[] (replace: ?abstract)[] (show: ?pain) (display: "dresspeek")](click: ?abstract)[(replace: ?thoughts)[] (replace: ?abstract)[] (show: ?fetish) (display: "dresspeek")]](cocoadrink|

She nods, and takes a sip of her cocoa... "I suppose. It's just not something I'm used to being a real body type..." She downs the last dregs of her cocoa, silently contemplating a thought in her head. You can't imagine what it could be, but you can imagine a hundred different things it *might* be, none of them positive. "Um, can I..." It's her turn to be flustered. "To be honest, I did like those fetishy hentai pics I found... and I want to see what you look like a bit." "Wait, as in you want to see me naked?" "Or at least get a look at what's under the dress..." ...You didn't expect that. Other than thinking about the possibility of fucking tonight back when getting dressed. But after the questions she's asked, and the way she's responded, is it worth it to show yourself off tonight? [Go for it.]<showoff|[You stand up, and put your mug on the table. "Alright, I'll do it. O-only looking though!" And with that, you reach down and lift up the hem of your dress, until its showing off your tummy and everything below... You can't look. Not at her, not at yourself. Your head is turned and your eyes are clamped shut. "It's pretty... is that a good word? Pretty? I like it. It's nicer than it is in hentai." [(If no panties) You suddenly remember that you didn't actually bother wearing anything under there. She's seeing everything.](nopan| You're getting stiff, hard, uncomfortably so. This is not really how you want to be dommed tonight... "You can put it down anytime you want. I do appreciate you showing off to me..." "R-right. Uh." You drop the hem and sink into the sofa. "You really are sexy, you know?" She puts an arm around you. "And maybe a little brave, even if I'm not quite sure I get it."](present|["Sorry, I... I'm not comfortable right now." Your body squirms within its clothes, and you can't tell if it is going to rip your dress apart or shrink down so small that no one ever sees you again. But you know that what you've said is fair to yourself. You really aren't comfortable, and that's... something worth accepting, even if it isn't okay. "Maybe next date? It was pretty hard to talk about this, honestly. I was worried that you'd take it badly." You're still not convinced she hasn't. "Alright, no worries. Whenever you're ready, babe. Maybe next time I'll show you what I've got down here too! ...I'm non op, and I bet your dick is as cute as mine." You laugh a little and recline onto her shoulder, trying to fake hopefulness until you make it.](comfort| [Tell her not now.]<discomfort| (click: ?showoff)[(replace: ?showoff)[] (replace: ?discomfort)[] (show: ?present) (display: "end")](click: ?discomfort)[(replace: ?showoff)[] (replace: ?discomfort)[] (show: ?comfort) (display: "end")]

"So... what do we do now?" "Just cuddle." "Sounds alright to me, if you don't mind." You pull her to you, she pulls a little back. You can hear her heartbeat, smell her breath, taste her sweat. You still don't know how the date actually turned out, despite everything. Maybe that's something to decide once she leaves. Maybe you'll never be confident enough to know for sure, short of her never talking to you again. The best you can do is enjoy the moment and the warmth of someone who has at least tried to accept you. You give her the tiniest kiss on the forehead, and she returns it to your cheek. A few hours later, when your home is empty save for you and your thoughts, your phone buzzes with a text describing how to make hot chocolate. [[Credits->credits]]

A small content warning before you begin. This game contains some intentionally problematic elements, including discussion of nonbinary bodies, fetishization and slurs, label and body policing, and genitalia. It also has a character dealing with anxiety of divulging their dysphoria to someone who is confused by it, and general anxiety from dating. The story is meant to be taken both literally and metaphorically. If you feel comfortable, [click here to begin.]<start| (click: ?start)[(display: "shaving")]

Made by [Colleen Potvin]<myurl|, for [Trans Gal Jam 2]<jamurl|. (click: ?myurl)[(openurl: https://colleenadia.itch.io)] (click: ?jamurl)[(openurl: "https://itch.io/jam/trans-gal-jam-2")] Happy International Nonbinary Day. Version 1.0