Aya had been right about it being a long night. She had gotten some sleep, but much of it had been plagued with nightmares. She actually wasn’t sure how much sleep she had actually gotten, but she had somehow missed the lights coming on. Something that normally woke her. Instead, she jolted awake to the sound of the door opening. Looking up she noted her mistress entering the room. Her tired mind quickly woke up as a rush of emotions flashed through her mind. An odd mix of dread, embarrassment and resignation.

She knew why she felt this way. Last night she had wet her bed, something she was deeply embarrassed about, and as much as she was dreading her mistress finding out there was nothing she could do to prevent it. What she was dreading most was how she would react to this. And now that she was here, she felt a bit of resignation about what was going to happen.

Her mistress glanced at the bed, but Aya missed what emotions her mistress felt. Her own felt like they were trying to drown her. However, she did notice her only friend Violet peeking into the room from the doorway. Something that sent a new surge of emotions through her. She really didn’t want Violet to know about what she did.

The vampiress suddenly knelt down in front of her, and in a gentle calm and friendly sounding tone of voice asked, “Mind telling me what happened?”

She looked down at her feet not sure what to say. After a moments silence, her mistress reached forward, and raised her face, saying, “Don’t be like that. Its perfectly normal for little girls to pee their beds.”

She flushed deeply and looked right at her mistress before declaring loudly, “I am not a little girl! I am a ...”

Her mistress responded with, “oh!? Really. Then what is this?” As she started touching her genitals and simultaneously interrupting the end of her sentence. Although they both knew what she was going to say. Aya flushed even deeper and clamped her legs together tightly, and in a small voice answered, “My pussy.”

“And who has a pussy?”

Quietly she replied, while looking down, “Girls.”

“Yes, girls have them. So doesn’t that make you a girl.”

Aya could already see where this was going, but as much as she still wanted to deny it she had to admit that physically she was a girl. In a very small voice, she practically squeaked, “yes.”

“Speak up, I couldn’t hear you,” said Reina her mistress.

It had already hurt to say it once, and it felt like a bit of her was dying when she admitted that physically she was a girl. However, it was a little easier to do it again with more volume. Not that it felt any better. “Yes, I am a girl, but I am not little!”

She couldn’t help it, she needed to add that protest to protect what little was left of her old pride. Yet she could already feel that tattered rag was on the verge of complete failure. It was becoming harder and harder to resist her mistress. A part of her kept whispering that maybe it would just be better to surrender, to give in to her mistresses desires completely and let her change her. A voice that was getting harder and harder to ignore lately.

Mistress didn’t let her little addition slide, instead in a friendly gentle voice while smiling mischievously she said, “Are you? Remind me again how old are you?”

“15?” she said hopefully. Using what her status said her apparent age was. In the distance, she noticed Violet frown while poking her head out from behind the door, and her mistress gave her a rather disappointed look. 

“You know very well that is not your age, now what is your age really?”

Aya glanced down at her feet and reluctantly admitted her age, her physical age and not how old she would have been if not for her mistake with that slime king, “3.” Naturally with Vi here she didn’t want to add a unit and thankfully her mistress was happy without it.

“Yes, three and that makes you far too young to be anything other than a little girl.”

She wanted to argue the point there, but that little voice was back. In her mind, she began to bicker back and forth on the topic. A part of her just wanted to give in, to let it go. Her other desire was to argue the point and hold on to that last bit of pride she had desperately. Deep down she knew she was at her tipping point all she needed was a tiny push, and her pride would break.

Reina as she knelt in front of Aya, watched her carefully. She hadn’t said a word in response to her last point. However, Reina could see the gears turning in her head. Her eyes were very expressive and she could tell that the young girl was working through a rush of conflicting emotions. That she was trying to make a decision that was important to her. Reina didn’t need to ask her what that decision was. She had been systematically breaking down her pride, and she knew that forcing her to truly acknowledge that she wasn’t the young man she saw herself as anymore was the next step.

Suddenly the girl in front of her broke down and started to cry, and Reina didn’t even need to prompt the girl to know what she had decided. While the girl was crying she looked over to her other charge who was curiously looking in the room. She knew that her charge had been peeking the entire time.

“Well don’t just stand there gawking. Why don’t you come in and help?”

Around the same time back in the dungeon town, while Lily and her Mother Ivy were walking back home. Someone else was beginning to get worried about a friend of theirs. Carol knew her friend had gone in the dungeon to hunt some cuties. Something she had done herself as well when she was stressed. Although it had been a few days since her last attempt. Petting all the cute demon girls seemed to help her a lot. Although she had not yet tried to get past the eighth floor. While the other two seemed content just hunting cuties on the fifth floor.

Honestly, she went further because she was looking for something. She wanted to learn ways to better her craft, and the better materials and examples came from the deeper floors. So naturally, that meant going deeper. She had even gained a few achievements and levels from going deeper. Glancing in a mirror she looked at herself and today’s adventuring outfit.

She was a catkin and a little on the short side for her race. Her small breasts were currently being contained by a lovely white leather tank top, and she was wearing a contrasting black skirt that gave plenty of room for her tail. She had tied a ribbon behind one of her ears that looked quite cute. The outfit was sturdy, but as anyone could tell you it was not armor. Not that she needed any armor, not for this dungeon. The trick to getting past the monsters after all was to satisfy them, and with her petting technique that was really easy. Although she honestly preferred dress-up over petting, but she really had to remember to thank Sarah for all those pointers on petting someday. As for a weapon, she didn’t have one, but she didn’t really have the stats for most weapons. Her class focused heavily on dexterity anyway, but she could in theory use a bow or daggers. However, she actually knew a spell that she used for self-defense if she needed to.

After checking her outfit and hair in the mirror, she left the room. Entering the main room of her shop, she briefly considered if there was anything she needed to do, and then quickly realized that she would need to leave a note in case people needed to find her. So she went hunting for a pen and some paper. Not that it took her long to find those things, she knew where to look for them after all. Once she had her note, all written she left it where it could easily be found, and locked up the shop.

Outside of her shop, the streets were busy like it always is at this hour. Many people were going about their businesses buying things they would need for their next trip in the dungeon or whatever. She ignored the activity and started navigating the traffic towards the dungeon entrance.

Along the way, she was passing the bathhouse, when suddenly a naked figure slammed into her. Looking down, she saw a naked and wet kitten that was slightly dazed. A couple moments later her mother, who was equally naked caught up. “Sorry about that, my daughter hates baths.”

Carol chuckled, and looked at the cute kitten, “Its fine. No harm was done, but do stop by my shop sometime. I think I can find something really good for your kitten to wear.”

The mother nodded, “I might do that, she does need new clothes. Would next week be good?”

“Yes, feel free to stop by anytime you like.”

The mother said she would come by next week, and took her cute kitten back to finish the bath she had just run from. Much to the young girl’s obvious dismay. Something Carol understood honestly, but she also understood the importance of a good bath.

The rest of the walk to the dungeon was without incident, and she entered the dungeon. However, instead of immediately taking the gate to the fifth floor like she normally would, she entered the first room. The moment she did the two demons in the room rushed up to her clearly excited to see her. One of them pushed her down, and immediately settled in her lap, and declared, “Pet me!”

The beastkin demon standing to the side, pouted, “No fair! I wanted to be pet first!