Rainbow Chip Cookies

I looked up at Melanie with burning red cheeks and thick, heavy eyelashes.  She had worked on my make-up all morning.  She'd put me in this stupid dress, these girly tights.  If anybody saw me like this... "Look how cute you look," she praised, and handed me a cookie.  I put it in my mouth, as I always did, as I'd done for months.  Every single time, she would smile at me.

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Rainbow-chip cookies, that's what I called them; special dessert delights that was innocuous enough and delicious to boot. And I smiled, watching my little sissy eat up with oblivious happiness. 

"You look so cute today, you look so charming! That's what you are, Ruka, you're charming. All the boys are gonna go nuts for you at the convention."

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My smile fell. "Please, Mel... I don't want to.  I don't want to dress like this, and I don't want anyone to see, and I really, really don't want--" 

She put her finger to my lips and I went quiet.  She had trained me so well the past few months.  Her commands felt so powerful... I felt so weak under her thumb.  My gaze dropped to the floor. 

"S-sorry..."

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"See? Apologizing is very sweet of you, Ruka, but it's better to be a good girl in the first place, isn't it?" 

Good Girl was a powerful pair of words, especially after the degree of Ruka's training thus far. Instant reactions. Instant blush. Instant stirring inside of her diaper.

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I looked down at my feet and shuffled side to side, crinkling with every movement.  I hated wearing diapers!  I wasn't a baby!  But whenever I tried to argue with Melanie, she would turn my words back at me.  She'd talk me in circles, and in the end, I'd agree that I belonged in them.  Fighting her was impossible.  As time went on, I became more and more helpless...

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"See? It's easier just to listen, right, Ruka? Be as sweet as the clothes you wear, you're mine now and there's no point in pouting; pouting only gives you wrinkles and you need to look your best for your new future as a pretty little candy doll." 

Six months ago, Ruka would have stropily stormed off. Now she was here. Now she was mine.