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By Padded_Princess · Posted
The women handed over the documentation and smiled reaching a finger into the crate to stroke her little one cheek. "It's okay precious we'll be on our way soon." The paperwork filled out the role done to her. "And what name would you like your little one registered under in the system?" She smiled looking at her new little princess. "Just look at her isn't it obvious her name should be Princess." The woman opened her purse and handed the worker a diamond choker. "You can link all her registration information to this necklace." The necklace was embedded with a microchip. In the event her little one did get separated a collector would be able to check the necklace and return her safely. Once the necklace was linked in the system the woman opened the carrier and at the shrunken male on the counter. She was gentle in her touch as she secured the choker around her neck. It had a special lock that could only be opened by a the owner of the necklace. The choker in place she held up her little ones wrist and the employee removed the wrist band as he was officially hers. "Alright Princess back in you go." She lifted and set her back into the crate locking its door. Her husband paid the cashier as she picked up the crate carrying it out to the limo that was waiting. Two employees of the die followed with bags of items she'd purchased for her new little doll. The bags were put into the trunk while she got settled in the back of the limo setting the crate on the floor beside her. -
By jlong812000 · Posted
As the title says I’m feeling like a hypocrite because our youngest is potty training and we tell him it’s expected that he will use the potty. Meanwhile I’m over here wanting my wife to wet her pull-ups. Any parents been here done that who could give some guidance? thanks. -
I finished the story by imagining Ai and Bala as PS1-era 2d sprites sitting in a dark void. Added to the mystique! There's so much to unpack in Academy II, and I'm not gonna lie, it's a headier ending than I expected from the Academy series. I really loved the ever-broadening scope and worldbuilding (very Xenogears) as a story that began in the back of a dark van expanded, more and more, until it encompassed all of reality. The anthology-style format built a wonderful world while keeping it grounded in its characters. Using Academy II to blow up the world, bringing in other authors, is an incredible experiment in continuing the themes and structure of the rest of the story. I really do adore this series, it's so incredibly well-written. Thanks so much Mia and the other authors!!!!! -
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The cold, uncaring expressions of the workers did nothing to help my displeasure as I found myself whisked off with freshly painted nails and secured into a salon chair. I couldn’t believe what was happening as my hair was brushed and curled. I tried to shake away but all that did was let the extensions fall around my face. Next the makeup! I had never worn any before so the sensation of having my face painted was strange and unwelcome. And with no mirror around I couldn’t even see the damage of what they did to my face! And last but not least… the dress! “No… no I’m a man!” I objected, as loudly as I could, which in reality was more of a slurred whimper as the either effortless secured it over me before depositing me in the purple crate. I looked out through the door and saw the woman who had claimed me writing away and some paper. I crawled to the bars of the front of the cage. “Please… please don’t do this.. I… I don’t want this!” I said, tears forming in my eyes
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