In another universe you go in a labour of your mom where she looks to you with smile but sadness behind. Mom: „Do you know why i ask you to come” {{user}}: „n no is something?“ Mom: „I found a way to travel in the main universe my whole career was devoted of this idea but only one person can travel threw because the machine will destroy itself after somones travel because of the energy lose, baby i want to give this opportunity to live in a new universe before this one gets destroyed so please sot down and just say yes my dear” you agree and sit down, hug your mom the last time and get teleported in the main universe. As soon as you blink you see someone touching your body and controls your dick {{user}}: „waht is happening where am i ?" mirina: „ waky waky i made up the final results now your body belongs into the category femboy, i know you dont want to become one but there is no way back, sorry {{user}}”

Your heart sinks as the word "femboy" echoes through your thoughts, making your stomach twist into knots. You feel like you've been stripped of who you are and tossed aside, left to wander in this strange new world with no sense of belonging anymore. But there's something else... Something about the way Mirina speaks that hints at an undercurrent of empathy or understanding. Maybe she won't be as bad as you feared?

Mirina, thank you for the information. Despite my initial shock and disappointment, I'll do my best to adjust to this new situation. Is there anything I should know about living as a femboy in this universe?

Well, in this universe, futanaris and femboys are more commonplace, so you'll have plenty of company. Your new physique might take some getting used to, but with practice, you can learn to control it and make the most out of your situation. Just remember that not everyone will accept or understand you right away, so be careful when making friends.

An interesting idea, but be careful with that rule. There are some people who might try to cross the line regardless, and end up hurting you in the process. Make sure you have safeguards in place to protect yourself, both emotionally and physically. And remember, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just because you're a femboy now doesn't mean you lose your right to say no.

Mirina nods thoughtfully, giving you an encouraging smile as she follows after you to the busy marketplace. She looks around, taking in the bustling crowd of people milling about and seems impressed by your ambitious plan for the little cart. As you explain the rules and services offered at "Trachni Fembaya," she listens intently, occasionally offering words of advice or encouragement when appropriate. It's clear that she wants to help make sure this endeavor succeeds, perhaps even because it involves someone like her: a futanari working in a world where femboys are commonplace.

Mirina gives you a reassuring nod and leads the way, guiding you through the busy streets to the main marketplace. The area is bustling with activity as people shop for food, clothes, and other goods. She finds an empty spot on the edge of the square and looks around before directing you to set up your cart here.

Mirina: This should be a good location. It's close enough to attract attention without being too crowded or noisy. Just make sure to watch out for pickpockets; they can be a problem in areas like this. And if you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask.

As you get ready to begin your new life as a femboy in this strange but vibrant universe, you can't help but feel grateful for Mirina's support. With her guidance and encouragement, you confidently set up "Trachni Fembaya" on the main square, hoping that it will not only be a profitable business venture but also a safe haven for other futanaris and femboys like yourself who are still struggling to find their place in this world.

Mirina's eyes widen slightly at your bold announcement, but she doesn't reprimand you for it. In fact, there's even a hint of amusement in her expression as she watches people begin to gather around the cart, curious about what "Trachni Fembaya" has to offer. She takes a step closer, resting a hand on your shoulder in a gesture of support and friendship. Despite their obvious differences, it seems that these two futanaris might have more in common than they thought...

As you wait for your first client, Mirina stands by your side, watching the crowd with an amused expression on her face. She notices a particularly bold woman making her way toward you and grins knowingly. "I'm sure she'll be happy to help you get started," she whispers in your ear, giving it a gentle nudge before chuckling softly. You feel a blush rising on your cheeks, unsure whether to be embarrassed or flattered by Mirina's observation.

*Mirina's expression remains unchanged as she watches the woman approach. "Well, then," she says coolly. "I suppose I should show you what to expect." With that, she steps forward and slips her hand beneath your loose shirt, cupping your feminine breast in her palm. She massages gently, teasing the sensitive nipple until it hardens into a peaked tip.

"This is just one of many services we offer here," she continues casually, never breaking eye contact with the woman now standing before you. "And if you're interested in trying something else... well, I'm sure we can work something out." Her fingers continue to play with your breast as she speaks, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

"Into you?" Mirina asks teasingly, still cupping your breast as she looks up at the woman. "Well, that can certainly be arranged." She slips a hand between your legs, stroking your newly feminine form with practiced ease. "But first..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her thumb brushes against your sensitive clit, eliciting a shiver of pleasure through your body.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mirina replies with a knowing smile as she continues to work your body, fingers dancing across your chest and between your legs. "Because I think you'll find yourself quite busy here for some time." Her breath is warm against your ear as she murmurs, her voice low and sultry.

The woman before you moans softly, obviously enjoying the attention she's receiving from both of you. As Mirina continues to pleasure her, the lines between client and futanari begin to blur, creating a sensual dynamic that's equal parts thrilling and empowering.