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By astrodiaper · Posted
Currently in a Camelot. A bit wet at the moment, as I go through my budget template and see if I can fix all the little things that are driving me crazy. I had another Camelots on last night. I only wet that one a little bit, but made a sizeable mess in it. Surprisingly, not as bad as I would have thought, though I had to break up the resulting dookie when I dropped it in the toilet while changing into a Detective Marty for church. As for that Detective Marty, wore that through church, bible study, and sleepy time. I'll either change into my big boy pants, or maybe a reasonable facsimile. I have the super for my building coming by in the morning with a new mattress for my bed. (The apartment is furnished and I've had the same mattress for 10 years. Nice arrangement, but very little comes with me when if I move out of here.) -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
THE TRANSFER STUDENT - By Andrea Neko. Part I Holly Shao was never, ever mistaken for beautiful. She did get a lot of calls for being cute, though. At 5'2", she wasn’t a tall woman by any stretch of the imagination, and her 100-lb. body was light enough not to give her frame much definition. This had always tended to not grant her much of a love life, as men wanted women that couldn’t double as teenage daughters in appearance; when Holly was in the buff, she looked just like a fifteen-year-old girl. Her slim Chinese frame made her appear even younger. It was not something that she liked to dwell on often. But she was now a teacher; her certification was just about to be sent by the head office. She had already gotten a new job at a very strict private school; she was told that one of her new assignments was to take a new transfer student from Japan into her home in order to build a rapport with a new student. She would meet her new charge at the school, who was coming straight from the airport. Holly’s first day would be one day before her new transfer student’s, and she was as eager as ever to be there. After her morning shower, Holly pulled on a matching silk bra and panty set before pulling on her smart pink skirtsuit. The skirt was a little long for today’s fashions, going down to her knees, but she wanted to make a good impression. Turning around so her butt faced the wall mirror, she frowned a bit at the line of her panties, clearly visible through the skirt, but decided it didn't matter. The trip to the school was short. She felt a little nervous as she had never physically met any of the faculty or staff, but had been found through one of the school’s many national scouts. As she pulled into the driveway, she stepped out of the car and was immediately flagged down by one of the students sitting on the curb. Walking up to her was an attractive young white girl of maybe eighteen. She had long, honey blonde hair, a slim, athletic frame and a firm bust. She wore the standard school uniform: navy blue pleated skirt, dark green jumper and short-sleeved white blouse. The girl had a pink ribbon tied expertly in her hair, forming a ponytail. Next to her were two large suitcases. The teen assertively thrust out her hand towards Holly. "Heya. You Holly Shao?" Surprised, Holly took a step back. This girl was invading her personal space. "Y-yes, I...I’m her," she stammered, slightly intimidated by the young woman. "I’m Emiko Minan. Yeah, yeah, I’m not Japanese. I was born on an army base in Okinawa. My parents figured it’d be easier for me to fit in if I had a Japanese name, so let’s move on, shall we? That your car over there?" Holly nodded. Emiko’s confidence had gotten the better of her and she found herself scampering behind the taller girl, her heels clicking as she walked. Emiko’s worn sneakers made it easier for her to walk quickly. Holly fumbled for her keys and dropped them to the ground. Emiko giggled. "Here, let me take those," she offered, picking up the keys and unlocking the trunk. "Thanks," Holly managed. "Sorry if I’m so nervous. It’s my first day too. You have all my personal information? Address, phone number, and such? Good. I don’t know anyone here at all and, when I was told you’d be living with me...." "Really?" Emiko was quite interested. "No one at the school knows you at all?" She tossed the luggage into the trunk and shut it. "How’d you get this job?" Holly explained. Emiko listened to her very intently. "Wow, they must have really liked you." "I just wish I knew people a little better," Holly sighed. "I mean, how am I supposed to connect to the students if I suddenly swoop in as a new teacher without any clue as to what these kids are like?" Emiko pursed her lips. There was a long silence between them before the white girl’s sharp blue eyes lit up. "I got the perfect idea! Look, I’m not even supposed to be here for another day. Why don’t we switch outfits and you pretend to be a student for a day?" Holly was shocked. "What! I’m no student!" Shaking her blonde mane, Emiko held up her hands and waved that off. "No no, silly. I mean we go to the principal and, say, tell him that you want to get a feel for the place. You were just planning on doing some introduction stuff today, right?" Holly looked into the backseat of the car. Her lesson plans were relatively simple for the first day. Emiko continued on, her voice growing in excitement. "I’ll just pretend to be you for a day and that’ll give you tons of time to make some friends. C’mon, it’ll be fun!" Opening her mouth to protest, Holly could not find any words. Before she could say a thing, Emiko had grabbed her by the hand and was nearly jogging towards the school. Holly had a tough time keeping up in her heels. Emiko quickly led them into a handicap bathroom stall, large enough for the two of them to fit. "Okay," Emiko said. "Let’s switch." She pulled the jumper off and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her regulation cotton bra and panties. Holly was much more hesitant. Rolling her eyes, the taller girl put her hands on the Asian woman’s shoulders. "Look. We’ll be living together for a while. We’re going to see each other naked sooner or later, so we might as well get off on a good foot, right?" Slowly, Holly began to disrobe. She felt very self-conscious, particularly as Emiko had already stripped clear to the buff and was watching Holly doff her clothing while trying to preserve as much modesty as possible. The transfer student wasn’t helping, continuing to hurry Holly while complimenting the woman’s choice of underwear. It was very embarrassing for the Asian woman, who stood as naked as the day she was born, shyly covering her flat breasts and neatly trimmed loins. Before she knew it, Emiko had dressed up in her own skirtsuit! What’s more, due to the white girl’s superior height and figure, it filled out in all the right places, looking just tight enough to demonstrate her gorgeous figure. In fact, Emiko looked better in Holly’s skirtsuit than she did! Emiko pursed her lips. "Hmm...I don’t think you’ll fit into my uniform; it’s too big for you. Stay right there; I’ll go tell the principal the plan and get you a new uniform. Just stay right there." Taking Holly’s purse, keys, and her own uniform, Emiko raced out of the stall and left the cold, trembling woman there alone. Shivering in the cold of the sterile bathroom, Holly took a seat on the toilet and waited there, feeling humiliated at her plight, but telling herself that Emiko wouldn’t take long. The young lady was back within twenty minutes. In her hands was a new uniform with regulation training bra and panties. "The principal loves the idea," she explained. Holly was just grateful to put something on; sitting on a toilet naked in a girl’s bathroom made her desperate to put any clothes on, and putting on a girl’s uniform didn’t seem like such a bad idea now. Emiko helped her into the regulation white cotton panties. "They’re a little snug," she told Emiko. "I had to guess on your sizes. Come on, no time to delay; let’s get you dressed up for your first day of school!" Emiko had become more assertive, not letting Holly dress herself as she pulled the unflattering training bra onto the embarrassed Asian girl. The blouse came next. It fit, too, albeit tightly, and the short sleeves made Holly’s slim arms appear all the younger. The skirt was much too short, reaching Holly’s mid-thigh, but Emiko waved it off. "It’s just for one day, so quit complaining. Jeez, you really are acting like a little girl." As Emiko put on more of her uniform, Holly began to feel more and more like a young girl. When the blonde made her sit on the toilet after pulling on her jumper in order to put on the knee socks and Mary Janes, Holly objected. "I can put my socks and shoes on myself," she said, but it came out as a meek whine. "Of course you can, dear," Emiko replied dismissively. The younger girl forced Holly to stand and looked her over. Reaching into Holly’s purse, she pulled out two hair bands and pulled the teacher’s locks into two cute pigtails. "You look perfect!" she told the embarrassed young woman. "Now come along, let’s get you to class," Emiko told Holly, grabbing her by the arm roughly and taking her out of the bathroom and down the deserted hallway. They opened the door to the classroom that was first on the list of classes Emiko had given to her new housemate: a literature class taught by the school’s most fervent disciplinarian, Mrs. Bertha Thomas. A stern old woman with her graying hair in a tight bun, Mrs. Thomas did not look kindly at Holly. "And just who are you, young lady?" At the stern voice, the timid woman froze. Emiko assertively took the initiative. "My name is Ms. Emiko Ninan. I’m a new teacher here, and I found this student wandering in the hallway. Her name is Holly Shao, and she just transferred here from Japan. According to her schedule, this is her classroom." Holly was aghast. Emiko wasn’t the teacher, she was! This was just a way for her to get to know her students before having to confront them as their teacher! She tried to get a word out, but was quickly cut off by the imposing Mrs. Thomas. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Ninan. Thank you for finding this wayward student." Turning towards Holly, Mrs. Thomas frowned. "I don’t know how you do it in Asia, Ms. Shao, but here at this academy you will be expected to be punctual every day! Is that clear? I won’t have any disorder in my classroom, so it’s best to rid you of this behavior as soon as possible! Brady, will you assist me in Ms. Shao’s punishment? You’re a good student." A grinning young man rose from his desk and walked over to Holly. "Gladly," he said, taking the frightened girl by both arms and forcing her to bend over the teacher’s desk, gripping both her wrists behind her back with one of his hands. The frightened girl was so overwhelmed that she could barely utter one word of protest as Emiko looked on, a devious smirk on her face. Mrs. Thomas nodded to Brady. "Raise Ms. Shao’s skirt. The price for being tardy in my class is ten swats. If you’ll be so good as to administer the punishment, we’ll be able to get to work." "No, no, please..." Holly managed, finally finding her voice again as the young man raised her skirt, exposing her white cotton briefs. "I’m not-" Swat! Brady’s hand exploded on her butt, making her cry out in pain. He continued the treatment, hitting her hard with each strike, with every single boy in the class leering at her tight little butt confined in those snug little briefs. Her slim thighs were fully exposed to the gaze of each teen, making Holly all the more humiliated. After six swats, she began to sob in embarrassment. She was a proud teacher, not some pretty little schoolgirl! When the punishment was finally over, Mrs. Thomas put a hand on Brady’s shoulder. "Go get her cleaned up, will you? She’s a disgrace." Smiling from ear to ear, the eighteen-year-old nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Thomas. I won’t take long." He took the crying girl by the wrist and led her out of the classroom. Once the door closed, he spun her around and kissed her forcefully on the lips. The emotionally drained Holly couldn’t do a thing to stop him except mewl pitifully, which only made the opportunistic Brady deepen the kiss. He couldn’t get any further than that as the class door opened, and Emiko stepped out, sneering a bit at the display. "Now, now, Brady, I’m sure Holly will be more than happy to go on a date with you soon. I’ll give you her number. But for now, I have to take her home. Mrs. Thomas thought that she’s too childish to go for the rest of the day after that spanking." After waiting for Emiko to scribble out Holly’s home phone number, Brady winked at Holly and strode back into class. Emiko looked condescendingly upon her "teacher" and pushed her back hard against the lockers. Her voice was low and dangerous. "You stupid idiot. I can’t believe you let me just strip you naked in that bathroom or believe any of that crap I told you, but you’ll live to regret it. I told the principal that our paperwork had gotten switched and that I was the new teacher and you were the student. He just straight-up believed every word I said and changed the records. So from now on, I’ll be calling the shots. Got it?" "But...but why...?" "Here’s why," Emiko continued, cutting the schoolgirl off. "I lived on a military base my entire life. Everyone told me what to do. Well you know what? Now I’m out of that hellhole, and I’ll be the one telling other people what to do, starting with you. So we’re going to start with a little shopping. I need some new clothes, and you need something more appropriate for your age. Some cute dresses, skirts, frilly little blouses, kiddie undies...all on your dime, of course. You need some new clothes, especially for that date you have coming up. I bet Brady will love to take you out for a nice meal before spanking you again." She said the last part with particular glee. Holly began to cry anew at that. Now she had an established reputation as a student among both faculty and students. She didn’t know anyone who could clear her name, and she was living with a militaristic girl who had usurped her authority and identity in one fell swoop. She would be a schoolgirl at this discipline-centric academy and had already established a bad rapport with her teacher. Emiko seemed determined to make her have a relationship with that boy, Brady, and nothing would embarrass Holly more than having a teenage boyfriend. The sound of Emiko’s heels clicking down the hallway seemed like an ominous signal that Holly’s life was about to get a whole lot worse. -
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By astrodiaper · Posted
I was going to bring some marinated chicken breast for a church thing a couple of weeks ago. Long story short, that idea flopped due to something I didn't take into account when I put my grocery list together beforehand. Thankfully, I had some left, and I was able to use the mesquite lime marinade that I bought for that. Wasn't bad, but the chicken is being used now for ramen fodder. I'm going into church this morning to count offering, then I won't have to do that for at least a couple of months, so it'll likely be somewhere close to the bank where I'll drop that off at. (McDonalds, Wendy's or Taco Bell.)
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