Now Alice was a very curious young lady with a penchant for sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong. She wore a baby blue pinafore dress with white stockings and black shoes, and wore a blue bow in her golden yellow hair. Of course, this Alice was noticeably different from the one you might be familiar with, as this Alice was a futanari. Futanari are women who have hermaphroditism and, as has probably been well established, are absolutely thirsty.
Our story begins in the garden where Alice first noticed a peculiar white rabbit in a waistcoat. Now Alice, ever the inquisitive young lady, couldn’t help herself but to follow this white rabbit, which the creature quite certainly took notice of despite the rush he was in a bit of.
“Pardon me miss, haven’t the time to stop for a chat,” he exclaimed, “I am terribly terribly late!”
“Whatever could you be late for?” Alice inquired, “Would you like some help, perhaps?”
“No no no! Quite impossible! Haven’t the time to explain,” the rabbit called back, “Far too overdue to accept help! Can’t talk for much longer, miss! Gotta run!” The rabbit quickened his pace and dove into a bush out of Alice’s sight. Inside the bush was the opening to a rabbit hole. Of course, if you remember how the story goes, Alice climbed into the hole after the rabbit, letting her curiosity get the better of her. Down down down into the depths of the hole she fell, until her descent was halted by a mattress at the bottom.
“My word, what a curious place,” Alice pondered, dusting herself off from the fall, “How far into the Earth have I fallen? I really should have paid more attention in geography. I haven’t the foggiest idea where I could be!” She found herself in a rather strange room that felt like an optical illusion. She felt like she could get lost in here despite how empty it was. She did see a doorway at the other side, which she could hear the rabbit’s footsteps on the other side of, so she followed after the sound into another room.
This room was lined with velvet walls and had a small, elegant table in the middle. On the wall opposite her was a small door with a carving of a rather voluptuous woman without arms or legs on it. It was about a quarter of the size of a regular door, but she was still curious about what was on the other side, so she knelt down to try to open it. As soon as Alice touched the brass knob of the door, however, the door suddenly yelped in surprise!
“Oh goodness me! Who’s there!” the door cried.
“Excuse me,” Alice apologized, “I didn’t mean to startle you... ma’am?”
“Ah, well, it’s quite alright,” the door assured her, “I don’t suppose you’ve ever met a talking door before. I am most certainly a ma’am, thank you for noticing! Might I catch your name?”
“Alice. I am called Alice. It’s very nice to meet you, miss door.”
“Please,” the door lady chuckled, “call me Dory! I named myself that years ago when I was first installed here. I don’t suppose you’d like to enter me, would you? I do enjoy being entered!”
“I think I might,” Alice nodded, “I was following a rabbit in a waistcoat and I suspect he might have gone through you as well?”
“The White Rabbit?” Dory asked, “Always in a hurry he is. Always arrives early despite thinking he’s late. I don’t blame you for your curiosity, dear. I would be more than happy to let you inside except, well, you’re much too tall to fit inside!”
“Oh dear,” Alice shook her head, “I suppose you’re right.”
“Well you’d better drink that bottle if you know what’s good for you,” Dory explained, “It’s just right there on the table, can’t miss it!”