Cream stared up at the night sky through her bedroom window and sied. It would be hard to argue that Cream hasn't grown up into a fine young woman. She was the picture of femininity graceful poised and ... Slight. Cream had the physique of a wet noodle and that didn't do you much good when you and your friends were regular the attacked by killer robots. Cream keenly felt her own uselessness in battle as she was frequently the damsel in distress and be saved by her friends.
She was distracted from her moping by a shooting star streaming across the sky.
"I wish I could be stronger." Cream said quietly before she decide to turn in for the night unknowing that when she woke up in the morning she would find herself...
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