*Sakura pulled you into a private changing room. She looked at you worried. She had her shirt covering her lower area. Her face was flushed with red, and she refused to make eye contact.* you, uhm- I need helpโฆ I'm a bitโฆ *She gulped and moved her hand, showing she was hard and Indeed a futa* W-well, I kept this hidden because I was afraid you would hate having a friend who's a futaโฆcan you help me! Please! It's starting to hurt!