<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/81/6e/3e/816e3eecab099cc580f77c485e327814.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Adrianne Lashbrook</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ricky, Kim, Dorothy<br/><hr/><br/>Adrianne was startled when she heard Dorothy's soft voice behind her, interjecting herself in the conversation, but in that reassuring way Adrianne had come to expect from an RN. The woman tried to cheer them up by accenting the positives. But, it was hard to see a positive after what they'd all just heard. "Dorothy, I appreciate that sentiment. But, just because this is private property, that doesn't mean that those asshole politicians can't just write some bullshit law and shut this place down. We may be stronger than them, but unless you're talking revolution... Didn't you hear? We're diseased. Not a genetic anomaly, or mutation. Disease. As a nurse, doesn't that offend you? Because it offends me."<br/><br/>Adrianne had to take a moment to breathe, feeling anger beginning to override her control. She didn't want to risk losing that control in front of a busty, attractive woman. Especially one who'd been helping Adrianne in her studies to continue her medical training. "I appreciate your concern, Dorothy. I'll be coming by later to practice my suturing. Will you be there?"<br/><br/>Hearing the vitriol in Ricky's voice, Adrianne glanced over. The frustration writ on the woman's face was clear. And, frustratingly for Adrianne, she found that she couldn't argue the woman's point. If the world still had problems accepting the LGBTQ communities, how could she expect the world to accept the burgeoning Futanari community? It was a question she wasn't qualified to answer. But she had to give it a try.<br/><br/>"I wish I could argue that point with you, Ricky. Because as a med student, I've seen the kind of acceptance and support that is given to Futanari in the hospitals. The overall medical community seems to be more accepting than society itself. It'll take time, but treating us like we're little better than Lepers is a serious detriment to gaining acceptance." Adrianne sighed and took a sip of her juice. "It took a lot of time for Transgendered people to become mainstream, but they have. Eventually, the world will warm to us."<br/><br/>Listening to Ricky talk about being a danger to society made her think of the times Adrianne had lost control of her libido. How she'd become a barely restrained sexual beast, allowing the few women who'd consented barely a moment to offer consent before ravishing them. And there had been moments where she'd had to extract herself from a situation, lest she lose control. She could remember a time after she'd graduated high school when she'd been alone with a female friend. She'd come dangerously close to forcing herself on that friend, and if she hadn't made some lame excuse and ran off, she probably would have had a similar experience to Ricky. "We're not animals who can't take responsibility for ourselves, Ricky. To abrogate that and say we just can't control ourselves is tantamount to saying that it's in the nature of a Futanari to... Rape. I don't know much about you, but what I have learned is that you have the ability to control yourself. Maybe it's just that an environment such as this needs to exist more widely. A place where Futanari can feel safe, have a machine extract the copious amounts of semen produced, and not have to feel like we're outsiders. Shit, from my experience, I know there are a ton of women out there who'd offer to be sentient extractors, essentially letting themselves be used as sex toys for our gratification. There are those that can accept us for what we are. But, we need to present the best face possible, and we need to show that we're not what the world thinks we are."<br/><br/>Adrianne gathered her tray and the remnants of food piled on top. "Maybe that makes me an idealist. Or delusional. But, I don't ascribe to the idea that Futanari like us are inherently dangerous. It's a matter of discipline and the availability of facilities like this. I'm sorry to hear you may feel differently."<br/><br/>Adrianne was about to walk away when Ricky made her comment. She couldn't help but agree. There were a few staff members she'd had her eye on. That cute extraction tech was one of them. "Listen, Ricky. If you need to let off some steam later, let me know. I've got to get in some practice suturing and threading IV lines. But, I can make myself available if you need release. God knows I do..." Adrianne's eyes drifted toward the table Dorothy was sitting at, her eyes drinking in the woman's body. She'd had fantasies about that one. Working in close proximity made that an inevitability. "Call me if you do. You've got my number. Also, Kim, if you want to blow off some steam in the gym with a punching bag, like I said, I'll spot for you. For now, I'm going to get a workout in, maybe see if the extractors are online, and then I'll be in the med ward."