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Sakura's Return to Preschool
When she woke up this morning, Sakura Kinomoto never expected to find herself in this situation. She was dressed in a pink long-sleeved preschooler’s dress, with white ankle-length frilly socks, red slip-in shoes, and most notably, a cushy disposable diaper that could not be fully hidden by the dress. She was red from cheek to cheek, hugging a Kerberos plush and looking up at a caretaker with her timid green eyes, as she sat on a cushion in the middle of a preschool surrounded by children half her age and younger. “How did I ever get here?” the 4th-grader wondered...
...
“I have to what?!”
“You heard me!
Literature
Yuki In Training
It was a typical day, in the sense that all of the Brigade members had been told to report to their usual meeting place. Koizumi was running late as he often did, but the rest of the group was there.
Well, until Haruhi took a random costume in hand and got to dragging a squirming Mikuru off to some ill-defined place, anyway. With the opening that presented, though, Yuki Nagato's head made a very rare turn away from her book and over to the only other person presently in the room.
"Hm?" With Yuki, you had to be very attentive due to the fact that she had no ability to display emotions and seems incapable of speaking in sentences with more th
Literature
Shalltear's Demotion
Clack...Clack...Clack... The gentle yet fast sound of small heels clicking against the hard flooring within the tomb of Nazarick was all that echoed throughout these large yet expertly cleaned hallways, someone was clearly in a hurry to be somewhere, and upon closer inspection that someone happens to be... Shalltear Bloodfallen, a true vampire and the guardian to the first, second and third floors within the great tomb of Nazarick. Her (fake) breast size aside, she has the appearance of an adorable young upper-class woman, one who looks sweet, innocent, and polite on the outside but would not shy away from absolutely tearing someone to shreds if rubbed the wrong way by the poor soul who dared to even question if her chest size was the real deal or not. However, she wasn't wearing a mask of calmness as she hurried through the hallways toward her destination currently unknown to the reader, growling quietly as her heels clicked faster and faster against the hard flooring. "Agh! I
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being forced too shareing with others as a kid made me the center of bullying as i got older but for the long run i say im glad i was treated that way. to think about it if i had not been punised i most likely have ended up like a snob