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[Guess who's walking back home from her part-time job at Japan's ~*~Cosplay Cafe~*~? Yup, it's the one and only Wriggle Nightbug! Although you miiiiight have trouble recognizing her, because today she's traded in her pants and manshirt for THIS LITTLE NUMBER.
Why no, she hasn't told anyone about this arrangement, not even her family or friends. Too embarrassing.
She's trying to hurry because she really doesn't want anyone to see her - she'd totally sneak through backyards if it wouldn't ruin this outfit, which isn't even hers - and being confronted will likely turn her into a blob of blushing and denial.
Or you could taunt her mercilessly and thus make her A) cry or B) send a swarm of bees at your face. Possibly both! Actually, make that most definitely both.
All you manly men of Mayfield! Have fun bending the insect queen to your non-murderous/non-kinky/awkward and embarrassing whims.]
Why no, she hasn't told anyone about this arrangement, not even her family or friends. Too embarrassing.
She's trying to hurry because she really doesn't want anyone to see her - she'd totally sneak through backyards if it wouldn't ruin this outfit, which isn't even hers - and being confronted will likely turn her into a blob of blushing and denial.
Or you could taunt her mercilessly and thus make her A) cry or B) send a swarm of bees at your face. Possibly both! Actually, make that most definitely both.
All you manly men of Mayfield! Have fun bending the insect queen to your non-murderous/non-kinky/awkward and embarrassing whims.]