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Bloody Bel
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Bel looked around the bathroom in a disorder manner. She was sure that she has had placed them somewhere in this bathroom a few days ago, safely hidden in the cupboard under the sink. She was sure that there were some other random things inside too, such as extra toilet rolls and soap bars. However, no matter how many times she opened and closed the cupboard doors, it appeared to be empty. Completely empty. Nada.
A small wave of panic ran through her eyes behind her long golden bangs. No one has seen it, right? Not anyone, especially those unruly men that she lives with at the moment. Speaking of unruly men, surely…
No, that's impossible. There's no way…
She cursed them under her breath. However, that still doesn't make her missing pads and tampons reappear in front of her eyes. Of course, she wanted to cuss out loud, but that would attract unwanted attention from those nuisances.
"I swear I will kill whoever that hid them," she muttered silently as her eyes burned with a newfound vengeance. She snickered to herself, imagining a million different gory scenes whereby the culprit screams in pain and writhes in horror as she tortures him (or them) in various ways.
She licked her lips.
But still, the problem was not solved yet.
Looking around the room, she considered her options. One – take a risk and run out without any form of protection. Two – use bathroom tissues as a temporary pad. Three – call Luss… without a phone.
As soon as she thought of the third option, she chucked it without a hesitation. Calling Luss would mean the worse death ever, to the point where it was a million times worse than getting her royal guts ripped off by some filthy animal.
The first option would be risky. What if someone caught her when she was on her way to get a proper pad and drag her away for hours? Or worse still, to be trapped in the office with that shark-freak forever as he writes a stupid report for that drunkard who would probably never touch it for the rest of his life.
That would leave the second option as the most appropriate choice. Those paper towels would probably last her for a few hours if it is thick enough, and it would certainly buy her time even if she was getting dragged away for stupid reasons. However, those darn paper towels sure doesn't feel good being down there, well not to her for that matter.
She thought hard about it, going back and forth between the first option and the second. Seriously, this is like the chicken and egg dilemma, except there weren't any chickens, just eggs.
Darn that boss of hers. Why didn't he assign her a room with a goddamn shower in it? That would solve this dilemma. In fact, this problem wouldn't even exist in the first place! That's it. First choice it is then – there is no way in hell she would allow herself to wear something as uncomfortable as that in her panties.
Still cursing everyone in her head, she got dressed in record time and flew out of the bathroom before anyone noticed anything.
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The End
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A/N: I suddenly got this idea on a random day because I saw something random that somehow reminds me of a pad. That got me inspired to do a crack-fic with gender benders, whereby every chapter consists of one gender changed character in what would be his/her daily life. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!
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OMAKE
(One day ago…)
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"VOOOOI! WHERE, IN THIS GODDAMN BATHROOM, DID THAT DAMN GAY PUT THE EXTRA SOAP BARS!?"
The all-time famous shark captain rampaged as he turned the contents in the cupboard beneath the sink upside down – yes, people, it's the same bathroom where Bel's hidden stash were. He cussed loudly, not even bothering to reconsider his choice of words given that he has been repeating the same few sentence over and over again.
He rummaged around the stuff inside the cupboard roughly and tossed them out of the window. One by one, various toiletries made their grand exit through the open window. Obviously, that includes the bag of clean women sanitation which the Princess has secretly stashed away previously and the bag of extra soap bars which are placed neatly in a pile at the inner-most corner.
Not that the shark infested brain of the captain really cared or bothered to check the contents one at a time; He just wanted to get a damn bar of soap and get the heck out of there, not that anyone really cared what he would be using that soap bar for.
Eventually, the cupboard ran out of items for the captain to discard and he stormed away grumpily, with a string of vulgarities trailing behind him.
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