How I became a Diaper Girl by Imouto Kitten

Commissioned by Night Rain

Chapter 2: A Day in Diapers

The next morning, Amaya's slumber is interrupted by a loud cry of, 
"Mayl-chan, Amaya-chan, time to wake up!" accompanied by a digitized 
alarm sound coming from Roll's PET, the chipper navi having taken it 
upon herself to ensure her operator and her new sister don't oversleep 
like the day before.

Sitting up in bed, the room still dark from the sun not yet being high 
enough to shine through the window, Amaya rubs the sleep from her eyes 
as she tries to fully wake up, only to notice a cold, clammy sensation 
around her privates. Suddenly fully awake and fearful of what she'll 
find, Amaya tosses off her covers and glances down, spotting an obvious 
wet spot on the crotch of her blue pajama pants and on the sheets 
beneath her. Reaching a trembling hand, she squeezes the diaper she was 
forced into the evening before through her pajamas, the absorbent 
padding squishing under her dainty fingers.

Amaya is mortified as the realization of what happen sinks in. Not only 
had she wet the bed, something that she hadn't done in decades in her 
previous life, but she had done so badly enough to completely drench her 
diaper and soak through her pajamas and into her sheets, the darkened 
fabric beneath her rump clear evidence of her latest accident.

As tears start to roll down Amaya's cheeks, Mayl's voice breaks through 
the silence that fell when Roll had noticed her charges starting to 
stir, "You too?"

Turning to her new sister, Amaya can see Mayl standing from her bed, her 
pink pajama pants just as soaked as Amaya's blue ones, Mayl's sheets 
discolored as well, the Net Op's face showing a mixture of shame and 
resignation.

"You too?" Asks Amaya, echoing her sister's words as she realizes they 
both wet the bed.

"Yeah," replies Mayl, "I'm kind of used to it, but it's still kind of 
embarrassing. I take it this is your first time?"

"Yeah," replies Amaya, throwing her legs over the side of her bed so she 
can face Mayl, "It sounds like this happens often for you?"

Her face turning to match her hair, Mayl replies in an almost whisper, 
"Almost every night for the last few years... yesterday was actually 
kind of unusual for me... though it was really mortifying the first time 
I woke up wet..." Mayl trails off,, and while Amaya can feel her own 
embarrassment giving way to curiosity, the raven-haired girl isn't sure 
how to brooch the subject further.

And so, an awkward silence falls between the pair for several minutes 
before a knock at their door draws their attention, "Mistress Amaya, 
Mistress Mayl, are you awake yet?"

"Yes!" call the pair in unison, both girls momentarily greatful for a 
distraction from talking about their respective bedwetting accidents as 
their personal maids enter the room.

"Good morning, Young mistresses!" the pair of maids greet their young 
charges.

"Nice to see our worries that the two of you would oversleep again were 
unfounded." adds Mayl's personal maid.

"But it looks like Mistress Amaya's boasts that she didn't need a diaper 
were quite empty." comments the other maid, secretly pleased with the 
situation as she scolds the teen, "You should really be more honest 
about your own limits, young mistress.

"Yes," replies the other maid, "Mistress Mayl is much more honest in 
this regard." Glancing at her charge's bed, she adds, "And it looks like 
Mayl had quite the flood last night... Of course, I still need to do a 
more, hands on, examination."

"Yes," replies the first maid, "Can't leave anything to chance on a mere 
visual exam."

With that, the two maids sidle up behind Amaya and Mayl and after 
subtlely nudging the sisters to face each other, the two servants 
unceremoniously yank their respective charge's pajama pants to their 
knees, revealing Mayl's pink diaper and Amaya's blue diaper, both girls 
going crimson and averting their gazes.

"Both of you are displaying quite a bit of sagging." comments Mayl's 
maid as she reaches for the redhead's waistband, sliding a hand into the 
front of the swollen, druping pair of disposable underwear, "Just as I 
suspected,, Mistress Mayl is completely soaked!"

"As is mistress Amaya." comments the other maid, mirroring her 
coworker's actions as Amaya, unused to such diaper checks, squirms in 
her embrace.

"Is this really necessary?" Asks the raven-haired girl, the blush on her 
face looking like it would like to continue into her ebony locks.

"Of course, young mistress," replies Amaya's maid, "We have to be 
thorough in taking care of our charges, especially after yesterday 
proved it was a grave mistake to extend you and your sister as much 
trust as we did."

Of course, neither maid is satisfied with merely confirming that their 
young charges both flooded their nappies in the night, their hands 
lingering within the warm, wet depths of drenched diapers, practiced 
fingers teasing preteen pussy and teenaged twat, drawing low moaning 
from both Mayl and Amaya, and though this only adds to the girls' mutual 
embarrassment, Amaya can't help glancing towards the girl this strange 
new world is convinced is her sister, the genderbent teen's blush as 
much from excitement at the strange but sensual situation as from 
embarrassment, and though she might have imagined it, Amaya thinks she 
spotted Mayl giving her a sideways glance in return.

Eventually, the maids' hands retreat, leaving both girls flushed and 
flustered as they each sweep their respective charge off her feet, 
carrying them in a princess carry as easily as they would a young child.

Neither girl is all that surprised when they find themselves being 
brought to the changing room from the night before, though Amaya does 
put up a protest, "I don't need a clean diaper!"

As she lays the dark-haired girl on the teen-sized changing table, 
Amaya's maid scolds, "You really shouldn't lie, young lady. Besides, do 
you really think you deserve to be trusted with big girl panties after 
coming home wet yesterday and then wetting the bed after boasting you 
didn't need a diaper?"

Blushing at the reminder of everything that's happened over the last 24 
hours and secretly kind of enjoying the sensation of being padded even 
if she's yet to admit it to herself, the defeated teen replies barely 
above a whisper, "I guess not..." before saying in a more normal tone, 
"but can I at least clean myself and put a clean diaper on myself?"

"Nonsense," replies the maid, "I'd be remiss in my duties to let you 
handle such important tasks." as she starts to wipe down Amaya's thighs, 
crotch, and butt.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion, Amaya's maid squeezes a liberal amount into 
her palms as she claims, "This will make sure Mistress Amaya doesn't 
develop a rash." This alone is enough to make Amaya's face redouble its 
efforts to discover new shades of red, but the maid doesn't settle for 
simply massaging the lotion into the teen's thighs, over her butt, and 
along the puffy, pink outer lips of her girlhood, the maid parting 
Amaya's folds, the girl turning crimson all over even as she moans under 
the maid's ministrations, the foreign finger smearing lotion all along 
Amaya's slit, twirling around clit, flicking across, and prodding at 
virgin opening.

"Need to be thorough." comments Amaya's personal maid as she sinks her 
finger to the third knuckle in Amaya's passage, careful not to tear the 
teen's hymen in the process. As the maid works her finger in and out of 
Amaya under the guise of applying the lotion to every part of the 
raven-haired girl that might come in contact with pee when Amaya has 
another accident, the dimensionally displaced teen bites the inside of 
her cheek to avoid crying out as her body trembles from the still 
unfamiliar pleasure, and when Amaya turns her head to see Mayl in a 
similar state, she can only deduce that the other maid is being just as 
thorough.

Once done molesting her charge under the guise of cleaning her, the maid 
places an extra thick Diaper under the panting and quite flustered girl, 
commenting, "You clearly produce a rather prodigious amount of piddle, 
we wouldn't want you springing a leak in the middle of class." before 
taping it in place, revealing a constellation of little stars printed on 
the crotch of the blue diaper. "Though, if you can prove us wrong and 
stay dry all day, maybe you can go to bed with big girl panties 
tonight."

"I don't think I'll have a problem doing just that." comments Amaya as 
her maid helps her hop off the changing table just in time to spot Mayl 
in a similarly thick Diaper, this one pink with little butterflies.

With the sister's bare except for their padded posteriors, the maids 
lead their charges back to their room where they insist on dressing 
their young mistresses.

After helping the girls into training bras that match their respective 
diapers, Mayl's maid helps her into her usual outfit while Amaya's maid 
picks out a black t-shirt and pink pleated skirt combo, commenting, 
"They match Mistress Amaya's hair and eyes so well."

Once dressed, the maids lead the sisters to the kitchen where the girls 
are sat upon barstools at the high bar that serves as a breakfast nook, 
the stools baring more than a slight resemblance to high chairs if not 
for the lack of trays.

As one of the maids starts preparing a simple breakfast of scrambled 
eggs and turkey bacon, the other pulls up on the girl's waistbands, 
claiming, "Proper young ladies shouldn't sit on their skirts." as an 
excuse to leave their padded bottoms on full display, the maid 
responsible smiling at their matching blushes as she sets to work making 
some fresh squeezed orange juice, taking advantage that her charges 
can't see her working to add a bit of diuretic powder to each glass.

As the young pair are presented with their breakfast,, they say, "Thank 
you." in unison before digging in, neither even suspecting that their 
juice has been spiked.

Breakfast would have gone without further incident except for one of the 
maids mentioning, "Of course, Mistress Amaya, as you are wearing a 
diaper, I'll need to inform the school that you'll need to share in 
Mistress Mayl's hourly diaper checks." causing the young girl to 
splutter, but for any pleas to keep the state of her underwear between 
the four of them falling on deaf ears.

As Mayl and Amaya head off to school after finishing their meal, the 
maids speak among themselves as they wash the dishes, "I think things 
are going well."

"Yes, Mistress Amaya is well on her way to joining Mistress Mayl in 
cronic incontinence."

"And Mistress Amaya clearly finds Mistress Mayl attractive even if she's 
too shy to admit it."

"Master and Mistress will have the couple of leaky lesbian, diapered 
daughters they desire quite soon I think."

As the maids continue their more mundane work, they continue plotting, 
their charges completely unaware of their plans.

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"This is so mortifying." comments Amaya gloomily as she and Mayl walk to 
school. "Bad enough I have to wear one of these things, but to have the 
teachers check me after every class?"

Laying a free hand on Amaya's shoulder, Mayl replies, "It's not so bad, 
at least most of the teachers we have here are rather professional about 
it." Shuddering a bit, the redhead continues, "Not like Higsby back in 
Dentech. I swear that man only went back to teaching part-time after he 
got off probation so he could take advantage of Yai and me needing 
regular diaper checks."

Despite her misgivings, this manages to get a giggle out of Amaya, the 
genderbentand age-regressed girl commenting, "Yeah, I could imagine him 
being a lolicon if he could ever pull himself away from the battle 
chips."

"Speaking of battle chips," comments Roll from Mayl's PET, "I've been 
doing what I can to map out the local part of the primitive Internet 
this world has."

"Anything interesting?" Asks Mayl.

"Well, I've gotten some strange readings that remind me of a dementional 
area, but that might just be a side affect of whatever brought us to 
this world, especially if Amaya is correct that some of those familiar 
faces she saw yesterday are other stranded dimentional travellers, but 
the strangest part is that about half of your school seems to be 
completely devoid of any kind of network. This world isn't nearly as 
well networked as back home and what devices do have AI controllers are 
definitely sub-sentient, many could even be outsmarted by a Metool, but 
as primitive as this world is, your school being partially off the grid 
so completely is an anomally."

"That does sound suspicious." comments Mayl, "Perhaps we should 
investigate that further when we have some free time."

As the pair reach the school, thankfully with plenty of time to spare 
instead of being tardy for the second day in a row, Amaya pipes up, 
"Think we should try to make contact with one of the people I suspect to 
be in a similar situation to ours?"

"As good a plan of action as any." replies Mayl as Amaya starts scanning 
the school's courtyard, trying to pick out a familiar face in the crowd 
of students milling about prior to the first bell of the day.

Eventually, the raven-haired girl spots a blonde dressed mostly in pale 
purple, her golden tresses flowing down her back over a vest, stopping 
not much above a matching skirt, a matching twin-peaked hat covering her 
scalp.

Pointing the girl out to Mayl, Amaya comments, "If that's who I think it 
is, this isn't her first time finding herself in a new world and she has 
experience with digital lifeforms like Roll as well."

Running towards the blonde, Amaya calls out, "Izumi, Zoey!" not sure 
which, if either of the names the girl will respond to.

As the pair come to a halt, the blonde turning to face them, revealing a 
blue and white-striped shirt under her vest, she asks, "Do I know you?"

Before Amaya can catch her breath to make an introduction or start an 
explanation, some of the dust she kicked up running towards the girl 
tickles the dark-haired girl's nose, and as she lets out a sneeze, a 
powerful gust of wind appears out of nowhere, immediately inverting all 
three of their skirts.

"Not again!" cries Mayl, trying to push her skirt down over her pink 
diaper as the equally indignant blonde tries to hide the blue panties 
that match the stripes of her shirt.

As the blonde and redhead fight against the unnatural wind, Amaya 
recovers from her bout of allergies only to be struck dumb by the sight 
of not one, but two cute girls struggling to hide their underwear, 
oblivious to her own diaper being on display as she goes wall-eyed in an 
attempt to stare at both Mayl's diaper and the blonde's panties, a 
warmth that has nothing to do with loss of bladder control growing in 
her loins at the sight.

Eventually, the wind dies down and Mayl reminds her new sister, "Amaya, 
fix your skirt before even more people notice your diaper.

Despite a furious blush, Amaya can't help thinking, 'Mayl looks really 
cute when her skirt flies up and exposes her diaper... wonder if I can 
make it happen more often.' as she yanks down her skirt before turning 
to the blonde and trying to change the topic, "Would your name happen to 
be Izumi Orimoto, or perhaps Zoey Orimoto?"

"I'm Zoey, but how did you know-" introduces the blonde, but before she 
can finish her question, the bell rings, causing the blonde to rush off, 
calling back, "We'll talk about this at lunch!"

As the pair of diaper girls are left behind, they realize the time and 
start heading for their own first class of the day.

As Amaya sits down at her desk she feels a twinge from her bladder, but 
decides to ignore it at first, figuring that she might be expected to 
use the diaper if she asks to be excused, her cheeks burning at the 
thought of being potentially outed in front of the whole class.

However, as the lecture drags on, the tension in the teen's tinkle tank 
trends ever higher, and Amaya can't help wondering why her need has 
grown so quickly, especially since she hadn't drank more than usual with 
her breakfast that morning, and to make matters worse, the lesson isn't 
very stimulating to the de-aged dimensional traveller.

In an effort to distract herself from her growing swell of golden liquid 
threatening to gush forth to soak the diaper she was forced into that 
morning, Amaya glances around the classroom, hoping to spot additional 
candidates for sharing what happened to her and mayl with, only for her 
roaming gaze to almost immediately fall upon her sister.

Though clearly paying more attention to theteacher than Amaya is, the 
Net Op is sitting rather stiffly, her thighs presssed together as 
tightly as her thick diaper will allow, the redhead leaning forward as 
much in a desperate hunch as from being an attentive pupil.

Clearly, Amaya's new sister is experiencing just as much urinary urgency 
as Amaya herself, and despite a history of daily diapering that predates 
whatever uprooted them from their old lives and brought them to this 
world, Mayl is clearly doing her best to delay any accidents that would 
lead to her needing to be changed by one of the teachers.

Amaya has completely loss track both of how long she's stared admiringly 
at her sister and of her own growing need when the bell rings. As 
reality hits, her piddle pot pulsing painfully from the prodigious pool 
of pee contained within, Amaya stands with every intention of tracking 
down a bathroom when the teacher calls out, "Where are you going, Miss 
Akamatsu?"

Turning towards the questioning voice and realizing the classroom is 
empty except for the teacher, Mayl, and herself, Amaya catches sight of 
Mayl, her face as red as her hair as the teacher holds the preteen's 
pink skirt up with one hand and slides the other into the pink diaper, a 
soft moan reaching Amaya's ears as the butterflies seem to flutter from 
the gentle movements of the teacher's hand, the sight causing Amaya to 
get out little more than an "Uh..." before being shocked into silence.

"Well, Miss Sakurai, you seem to be dry for a change." comments the 
teacher as she withdraws her hand and gives Mayl a gentle pat on her 
padded posterior before turning to Amaya, "I know this isn't normal for 
you Miss Akamatsu, but the maids at your family's estate did inform the 
school of your changed circumstances and I would be remiss in my duties 
if I let you waltz off to your next class without checking."

Realizing she's about to be in the same situation her sister was in just 
moments earlier, Amaya takes her turn to turn red as she stammers, "I-is 
that re-really necessary?"

"I'm afraid so, young lady." replies the teacher gesturing for Amaya to 
approach.

"Come on, Amaya, it's not so bad." Says Mayl, taking Amaya's hand as the 
raven-haired girl closes the distance before the redhead whispers in her 
sister's ear, "Besides, she's one of the gentlest teachers I've ever 
had."

Returning the comforting squeeze Mayl gives her hand, Amaya stares into 
her sister's eyes, barely aware of the teacher lifting her skirt and 
reaching a hand within her blue diaper., so lost in the moment of 
sisterly bonding. However, as the teacher's gentle hands brush against 
Amaya's feminine folds, the teen can't help letting out a low moan... 
For the second time that day, Amaya finds herself being fondled by a 
female in a position of authority over her, though the teacher is quite 
a bit more gentle in her ministrations compared to the maid, though she 
does linger far longer than is strictly necessary. Glancing at Mayl, 
Amaya notices the redhead's gaze has wandered south, and the raven 
haired girl can't help but wonder if Mayl enjoys the sight of Amaya's 
diaper as much as Amaya enjoys the sight of Mayl's diaper and whether 
the stars on her own diaper seem to twinkle from the teacher's touch.

"Hmm... I feel some moisture, but I think it's just sweat, not any 
leaks." comments the teacher, snapping Amaya out of her latest trance 
just in time for the warning bell to ring., the pair of diapered, 
dimensionally displaced girls once more having to make a mad dash to 
their next class.

It isn't until Amaya has taken her seat for the next class that she 
realizes just how aroused the sight of Mayl's diaper check made her, her 
cheeks flaming as she realises the teacher was probably feeling 
something other than sweat secreting from her feminine folds and the 
realization of just how much she actually enjoyed having her diaper 
checked.

After another hour-and-a-half of holding in a whirlpool of waste waters, 
watching Mayl do the same, and a second diaper check with both girls 
somehow still dry, the sisters find themselves being sought out by a 
familiar blonde and dragged to a table as they finish going through the 
lunch line.

"Okay, spill," demands Zoey, "How do you know who I am when we've never 
met prior to this morning?"

"Um," Starts Amaya, "Would you believe me if I said your adventures in 
the digital world were made into an anime in the world I came from?"

"Wait, your also from another world? And you know about the digital 
world?"

"Yeah, you were the Legendary Warrior of wind, able to transform into 
Kazemon and Zephermon... or was it Fairymon? That anime and the other 
Digimon anime all had a lot of name changes between Japanese and 
English."

Turning to Mayl, Zoey asks, "Did you see this anime of my adventures 
too?"

"No, but Amaya claims I was from another anime" replies Mayl.

"Mayl, maybe you should show Zoey your PET," suggests Amaya before 
turning to Zoey and asking, "Did your D-tector come with you?"

"Yeah," comments Zoey, and it even seems to have my spirits in it again 
despite the fact we left the Legendary Spirits behind to protect the 
Digital world after defeating Lucemon."

At that moment, Mayl places her PET on the table in front of Zoey, Roll 
appearing on the screen and declaring in a chipper voice, "Hello, Zoey!"

"Huh? Is that a digimon?" asks Zoey, studying the humanoid figure on the 
Personal Terminal's screen.

"I'm not sure what a digimon is," replies Roll, "but I'm a Network 
Navigator or Net Navi for short. My name is Roll.exe, but you can just 
call me Roll."

"Mayl's home reality is a bit more technologically advance then mine or 
the Real World attached to your Digital World," comments Amaya, "but Net 
Navis are her world's native form of digital life... well, Navis and 
viruses."

The three girls spend the rest of lunch talking about the differences 
between their respective homes and the new world they find themselves 
in, Amaya trying not to blush as she recalls just how skimpy the armor 
Zoey's spirit evolved forms wore was, not to mention memories of the 
beach episode where Zoey had spent quite some time imagining herself in 
different swimsuits, especially the red bikini that had been cut from 
the English dub... the raven-haired girl hoping for an opportunity to 
see Zoey in such attire close up.

Zoey eventually notices how fidgety the two girls have become, asking, 
"Why are you two squirming in your seats so much?"

Turning red, the pair whisper, "We're trying not to use the diapers." in 
unison, the trio barely managing to finish their lunches before the bell 
signalling the end of the break rings out.

Amaya and Mayl's afternoon mirrors their morning for the most part until 
the last period rolls around and they once again find themselves within 
the domain of the teacher from hell.

However, there's a silver lining as the pair realize they share their 
last class with Zoey, and the trio spend much of the lesson passing 
notes between themselves, continuing their conversation from lunch and 
being careful not to be noticed by the teacher as she lectures with the 
severity of a drill sargent.

Unfortunately, the trio aren't careful enough, and the infuriated 
teacher calls them out, "Miss Sakurai, Miss Akamatsu, Miss Orimoto! I 
will not tolerate students gossiping in my classroom!" As she marches 
down the aisle and confiscates the latest note the trio were passing 
around, crumpling it up and tossing it in the waste basket as she 
declares, "You three will stay after class."

The trio are in a rather somber mood as their classmates file out of the 
classroom, leaving them the focus of the hell teacher's undivided 
attention as she commands, "Front and center, Young Ladies!"

As the three girls line-up like military cadets preparing for 
inspection, the strict disciplinarian wastes no time in yanking all 
three of the girl's skirts to their ankles, exposing two extra thick 
diapers and one pair of panties, all three girls turning crimson in 
humiliation.

"I see Miss Akamatsu has been given undergarments more appropriate to 
her disgraceful conduct yesterday." comments the teacher, a sadistic 
leer in her eye as she looks her prisoners up and down before turning to 
Zoey, "Miss Orimoto, as this is only your first offense, you seem to 
actually be worthy of wearing unmentionables suitable to a proper young 
lady, and I suspect merely went along with these delinquents, I shall be 
merciful if you assist me in punishing these troublemakers."

"Ye-Yes, Mam!" replies Zoey, unwilling to have the full wrath of this 
woman directed her way as the teacher grabs Mayl.

"Follow my lead with Miss Akamatsu." comments the teacher as she thrusts 
a hand down the front of the redhead's pink diaper.

"Sorry, Amaya." whispers Zoey too quietly to be over heard as she 
embraces the raven-haired girl from behind, the blonde's hand vanishing 
into the powder blue diaper.

As Mayl starts squirming and moaning under her tormentor's 
ministrations, Zoey is sure the older woman is doing far more than a 
simple diaper check, and while she doesn't want too, the blonde is 
fearful of meeting a similar fate as she starts rubbing against Amaya's 
most precious place, girl juice quickly coating Zoey's fingers as she 
plays with the genderbent girl, Amaya squirming and moaning to match her 
sister.

As the sister's moan from being molested, the teacher from hell 
comments, "Don't forget to press on their bladder bulges, as she presses 
the heel of her palm hard against the protrusion of Mayl's piddle pot, 
the net op letting out a sharp gasp in response, Amaya matching the 
sound shortly after as Zoey continues to be a compliant if unwilling 
accomplice in the Teacher's twisted game.

Eventually, both sisters cry out in climax, the intense, all consuming 
pleasure too much for their tired tinkle tanks as the teacher and Zoey 
yank their hands back, the one in triumph, the other in disgust and 
self-loathing as Mayl and Amaya both fall to their knees, the 
butterflies and stars vanishing as their respective diapers swell and 
sag.

Wiping her hand dry of Mayl's tinkle with a hankerchief, the teacher 
declares, "I think that's enough for today. Now get dressed and head 
home."

The trio put their skirts back in place and head towards the school's 
front gates, Mayl and Amaya's sagging, soaked diapers growing clammy as 
their piddle cools, the pair mortified that they were forced to wet 
themselves like that two days in a row and with a witness aside from 
their tormentor this time around.

"I'm sorry I had to do that." Zoey tries to apologize, feeling dirty 
from being involved in such a display.

"It's okay," replies Amaya, "She probably would've made one of us do 
that to you had you refused... or even worse."

"I just want to go home and take a bath." adds Mayl.

"Ugh, the maids are going to send me to bed in diapers again..." 
grumbles Amaya.

"Well," comments Zoey, trying to cheer up her new friends, "Wetting 
yourself isn't too bad... I've had a few accidents of my own."

"Really?" asks the sisters in near unison.

As the trio exit through the school gates and walk towards the setting 
sun, a figure steps out from the shadows atop the school's roof, a three 
pointed jester's cap atop her alburn-haired scalp and a matching body 
suit with a checkerboard pattern of cherry blossom pink and lavender 
diamonds showing off the young girl's athletic curves, the cuffs of her 
white gloves and pointed boots adorned with stylized wing-shaped 
cufflinks.

"I sense someone with great magic potential nearby." comments the young 
girl as she twirls a star-headed staff like a cheerleader's baton. 
Pulling a Tarot-like card from seemingly nowhere, the green-eyed girl 
continues her musings, "With a little training, this new magic user 
might be able to challenge Windy head-on." as she looks upon the pale, 
yellow skinned woman depicted on the pink-backed card. "I wonder if 
Tomoyo-chan will want to make costumes for my potential apprentice as 
well."

With a snap of her fingers, the card is replaced with one showing a 
majestic bird, a banner along the bottom reading 'The Fly" as Card 
Mistress Sakura tosses it into the air and brings her staff down upon 
it, calling out, "RELEASE!" the card disintegrating into sparkles as 
angelic wings sprout from the girl's back and she flies off into the 
approaching evening.

Meanwhile, as 4 young girls head home, three unaware of the fourth, the 
teacher from hell washes her hands in the faculty restroom as she plots, 
"Those brats are rather delectable... I look forward to breaking The 
Sakurai and Akamatsu girls and making them my pissy, little fucktoys... 
and I need to figure out a way of getting the orimoto girl in diapers as 
well." Shaking excess water from her hands, the hell teacher laughs 
maniacally as she reaches for the paper towels to dry her hands. "Yes, 
my pampered pretties, I look forward to breaking your spirits."