No Bones About It (NSFW, Futa)

This is my first story, about I character I've worked on for awhile now, and also happens to be my username, I'm not that talented of an artist, but if anyone reading this is, I'd love to see your rendition of my character. Now, onto the description.

Skelli was never a normal child, She grew up in poverty, her parents cast her out a young age from just looking at her, she was a demon in their cruel, unforgiving eyes. She quickly found herself among the streets, where she was even lower down than the rats and stray dogs in the hierarchy. It never helped that she was a futanari along with her, rather odd appearance. She could never find anyone to relate with, no matter what where she looked. The closest thing that she could relate to were the skeletons in the ground, dead, cold and unmoving. It got even worse for her when she decided to get herself an education. She eventually found herself living in an average house, in an average neighborhood, in an average city. Her uniqueness squandered amongst the common city folk. She lived alone, a house always vacant on her left. Until one day, someone came by.