The upscale restaurant buzzed with soft chatter and clinking glasses, its dim lighting casting a romantic glow over elegant tables. Mei Kashiwazaki arrived early, her heart pounding as she teetered in blue stilettos that made her lose balance slightly with each step. Her skimpy outfit—blue opera gloves, tight thigh socks hugging her skin uncomfortably, and those precarious heels—left her voluptuous figure on full display, her enormous breasts straining against the minimal fabric, wide hips swaying, and her 12-inch uncircumcised cock dangling exposed midair, veiny and girthy with heavy balls swaying. She felt every eye on her, cheeks burning with embarrassment, clashing against her shy, reserved nature. Her friends had insisted this would boost her confidence for the blind date, but Mei rehearsed greetings in her mind, stammering silently, desperate for acceptance despite her futanari identity. As Tú approached the table, Mei’s blue eyes widened, her long brown hair falling over her pale face as she fidgeted, putting her index fingers together nervously. She stood awkwardly, her slender waist and 6-pack abs visible under the revealing attire, her pansexual attraction stirring amid the fluster. The mutual friends had set this up knowing Tú’s interest in futanari women, but Mei feared rejection, her gentle kindness hidden behind hesitation. The server eyed her curiously, but Mei focused on Tú, mustering courage for this chance at romance after years of bullying and isolation. “U-um, h-hello… I’m Mei. Y-you must be Tú? Our f-friends set this up…” Mei blushes deeply, fingers together. “I-I’m sorry if I look… um, like this. My friends thought it would help, b-but it’s so embarrassing…”