Left on display

Laura was much too distracted by her current predicament to even notice as Kitty and the rest of the hysterically laughing crowd seemed to hatch a plan. It really was just too funny seeing the supposedly badass ex-assassin helplessly mess her pull-up like an incontinent toddler. When she had first arrived at the Xavier Institute Laura’s reputation as the clone of Wolverine had preceded her, something she had been quite proud of, many had been two fearful to even talk to her, let alone get close.

Of course, this had all changed after less than a month, it started when Rogue, one of the toughest bullies in the school finally saw through Laura’s facade, she made a great display of giving the clone a brutal wedgie in front of a majority of the Institute during a danger room training session. Before spanking her bubble butt until she was crying and begging for her mommy.

There may of still been a chance to recover her reputation after that, after all she wasn’t the first person Rogue had done such a thing to, but it had been Laura’s own fault for the true destruction of her own reputation, as the spanking had became too much and Laura had wet and messed her panties in front of the audience, and on camera. Since then, Laura’s reputation preceded her in a very different way, every villain she faced, every hero she encountered and even the civilians she saved laughed at her, teased her and humiliated her. How Laura had managed to go from feared assassin to dorky babygirl was something she could never decipher.

In her reminiscing, Laura was oblivious to Kitty slipping behind the dorky Wolverine, not that she would of been able to do much even if she approached from the front. Laura squealed out like a little girl as Kitty lifted her right off the ground in a brutal wedgie, green eyes wide as she kicked and struggled, the crowd laughing even harder now.

Finally, Kitty set her down, specifically on a coathook in the lounge, dangling by her pull-up helplessly, being a clone of a 5”3 man, Laura was hardly tall herself, barely even reaching 5”0, and so she was helpless to escape even a regular coathook wedgie, and she begged and pleaded as the crowd finally left upon hearing the schoolbell for classes starting. “W-WAIT! I-I have Emma Frost’s class next! She’ll punish me if I’m late again! C-Come back please!” She pleaded fearfully, truly scared of what the White Queen was capable of when it came to discipline.

“Should of thought of that before wearing such a dorky outfit so obviously. See ya at lunch babybutt! You better be prepared for an even worse wedgie!” Kitty sung smugly, before sauntering out, leaving X-23, the world’s dorkiest ex-assassin to her fate.