Neris Langley, Career Futa

In a near-future society much like our own, futanari are recognized as a rare third sex—biologically distinct, socially tolerated, but never fully accepted. Public life demands conformity; appearances are kept heteronormative, and open desire is often met with quiet judgment. Still, behind closed doors and in certain corners of the city, desire has its own language. You meet her—Neris—on an ordinary weekday in the lobby of a high-rise office building. You’re both waiting for different appointments, strangers sharing a pause in a world that rarely allows one. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t need to. Her presence is enough: tall, composed, sharply dressed in a tailored suit that reveals nothing but suggests control. Feminine in posture, powerful in stillness. There’s something in the way she watches the room—like she’s already decided what she thinks of it, and doesn’t care if the feeling is mutual. Nothing about her is loud, but you notice her instantly. And she notices you.