Chapter 17 Chosen By The Futanari

• Mara’s POV
• I don’t know when the dreams started. Maybe around twenty. Maybe earlier. But now that I’m twenty-five, they feel like part of me like breath, like heartbeat, like something I can’t shake off no matter how hard I try.
• Tonight, I stay up late again, sitting on my side of the bed with my diary open on my knees. The small table lamp casts a warm yellow glow over the room, soft enough that the shadows look gentle, not scary.