What would you do if all your dreams came true? From your deepest wishes of success and grandeur, to your darkest desires of pleasure and spite?
Kayla, a Buneary adventurer one day discovers that she has this very power - the power to make her dream...
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"Do you remember?" A soft woman's voice spoke.
"Of course I remember, how could I forget?" Kayla cried. "Those guys were so damn creepy."
"Ah, I remember my younger years. Man, boys will be boys. And then they just, shoot into maturity. Cringing at the last two years of their life," a friendly man commented.
"How can you laugh about that? This is serious! They smacked my ass!" Kayla yelled.
"And in a year's time, they'll realise how awful they were. But for now, they're just boys," he remarked. "The fact that they did that to you means they have good taste in women."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Kayla pouted.
"Was there something you did to encourage them to do that?" the woman wondered. "As much as I disagree with the jest, they're right. You clearly have this guy's eye, surprisingly."
"Surprisingly?" Kayla went high pitched.
"Well I mean, you have been putting on a bit of weight, being cooped up in the house lately..."
"I do not want guys touching me up. I'm only doing this stupid stuff 'cos you told me to!" Kayla argued. "If that's what's gonna happen if I hang out with boys, then I don't care about them!"
"Don't say that, honey. You're giving up too easily."
"Some boys will be boys. But others will be kind. It is the same with women. Young or older. If you're not friendly with people, then—"
"He smacked my freaking ass!" Kayla yelled at the top of her voice. "Am I supposed to be okay with that?"
"No, you're not. But—"
"But what?" Kayla snapped.
"... Listen. I'm worried about you lately. You've not been going out, and you don't have many friends. If this is how you're talking to us, then I can only imagine how you behave in front of others that you don't know," the woman explained. "Yes, that boy touched you inappropriately, but look at this from other perspectives. These are people who like you."
"They don't 'like' me. I'm the weird kid, and that means they can do what they want to me 'cos it's funny and it makes them look big in front of their lousy pathetic friends. But I'm not gonna let them do awful stuff," Kayla's volume went up with every word. She looked down at herself, and gasped. She was a Buneary looking up at two blurry, human shaped shadows. "I don't care what you say. I'm not standing for this!"
"... You're strong, Kayla. But you should share that strength with others, not use it against them," the man stated.
In the darkness, light was eclipsed by the figure of a young woman. She was as dark as a shadow, with every feature impossible to make out.
"Standing your ground is important, as is setting your boundaries, but if those boundaries are so high that nobody wants to climb them, then all they will do is attack. Attack and defile."
