Our story begins in a bathhouse, as Skyler, a young futa of small stature, wraps a towel around herself, dries her blonde chin-length hair, and enters the sauna room.
She sits down to relax, and after some time throws water on the stove to increase steam inside the room.
Closing her eyes, she adjusts her position to lean her back against the wall and brings her legs up on the bench.
She sits sideways from the perspective of the stove in the middle.
Although eighteen, her youthful doe-eyed appearance, her hairless girly body, and her small breasts have fooled many to underestimate her age.
With her shy, careful temperament, she has looked forward to have this moment to herself, without any interaction.
But to her surprise, an older woman in her twenties named Bree, enters the sauna.
She has a classically beautiful face, even without makeup. Her silver-dyed hair, tied in a ponytail, is soaking wet.
The characters greet each other with a quick glance, but say nothing. Bree travels across the room to sit on a bench on the opposite side.
The two expected their occupancy to be a solitary moment, as it usually is for guests. They both are disappointed to have to share this space.
"To be honest, I wanted this space all to myself. To be with my thoughts," Bree says, breaking the silence.
Somewhat taken aback by her straightforwardness, Sky responds in an apologetic and hurried manner,
"Oh I'm sorry... Do you want me to leave?
I can lea-," only to be interrupted: "No, no, no. You can stay. I didn't mean it that way."
"It's just that...," Bree starts, and pauses for a second,
"I don't like sitting in a sauna with a towel on, d'you know what I mean?" she confidently reveals about herself.
She speaks with a quick succession of words, bringing to mind a salesperson or even a C-suite executive.
"It's already hot as hell in here, why would I make myself even warmer," she babbles to herself, before asking, in a brazen tone,
"So d'you mind if I take mine off? You can of course keep yours on, you can do whatever."
Sky turns her head to her direction again and looks at her with a surprised and baffled look.
Her demeanor is shameless, and she must lack all shame, she thinks to herself.
She's not sure how to respond, and her confused state robs her of the energy to properly protest.
In a knee-jerk gesture she immediately begins to regret, she slowly shakes her head.
"Cool," Bree chirps out excitedly.
By the time Sky turns her gaze towards her again - after briefly scolding herself in her thoughts - the bath towel has come off,
revealing under it the shape of a petite, somewhat long-legged and pale-skinned woman with flawless water-soaked skin.
She's in the middle of folding the towel to then place it on the bench and sit on top of it.
As this motion unfolds, Sky can spot more detailed features:
a large tattoo, depicting a rose with thorns, on the side of her right thigh, matching a similar tattoo on her left forearm,
and a neatly trimmed little bush of pubic hair.
Her breasts are not exactly large, but still place highly on a sliding scale of form-fittingly small to downright buxom. Compared to hers, they are huge.
The most savory sight to her are her plump, gleaming buttocks, which have turned slightly pink as a response to the coarse texture of her bath towel.
Sky did not prepare herself for a vision this thrilling. She is quickly alarmed by the sensation of her penis swelling up beneath her thighs, but keeps her discovery a secret.