Today is the most dreaded day, today is my classification day, I mean my birthday, it's my birthday today, my sixteenth birthday, it's the day I'll find out where my life would go, what my future would hold, and I'm terrified.

"Happy Birthday dear Rosabelle, Happy birthday dear Rosabelle, happy birthday to you," mom and papa walked into my room, holding a cake and singing for me, I tried to smile and pretend I just woke up, I'd been awake for most of the night too terrified to sleep, afraid of what to come.

"Thank you, mom, thank you, papa," I say trying to force my smile out, they love me, they took good care of me, they made sure I had everything I want in my life until I grew up and became me.

"You're welcome princess, blow your candles," papa says.

"Make a wish," mom adds with a wink, I did make a wish, my wish was to have a good dom, someone to be nice to me and not hurt me.

"Can I have cake for breakfast?" I ask hoping today is a special day, they won't be taking me to the classification centre without breakfast, would they?

"Sure, it's your big day, Eva get her ready," Papa says taking my cake and leaving the room, mom helped me out of the bed, pushing me toward the bathroom to wash up as she picked up clothes for me, today I'm not going to school, today I get classified, tomorrow I'll be sent to my new school.

I washed my face and looked at the mirror, seeing the dark circles under my eyes, I look like shit, no one would want me, maybe then I can stay back at home, also the teacher said that the doms I'll meet are all older doms, ones that know about the lifestyle, not ones like Justin, so things won't be so bad, right?

"You can do this Rosabelle!" I tell myself over the mirror, trying to convince myself of how strong I'm, my pep talk did work, I walked out of the bathroom seeing that mom had a pair of jeans and a hoodie ready for me.

"Doesn't matter what you wear love, I prefer for you to be comfortable," mom says, I nod happy that I won't have to wear some dress or tight clothes, I put my clothes on and followed her out of my room into the kitchen.

"Cake for breakfast for my princess," papa says with a kiss to my cheek, letting me sit down and eat my cake, I only took a couple of bites before getting up, my stomach was turning way too much to be able to eat cake.

"Ready to go? Better to have this over with, then we can celebrate your birthday," Papa says, we're going to celebrate my birthday. I thought I'd be sent away right away, I couldn't help but give him a sad smile, I love him so much! He's the best papa ever!

"Okay," I say hugging him tightly, both he and mom came along with me to the classification centre, uncle Peter drove us there with me sitting in the middle between my parent.

Papa walked first, holding my hand and mom's hand, he gave the lady my name and sat us down waiting for our turn, soon my name was called, I went in still holding their hands, too worried to let go.

"Rosabelle, you need to let them go, so we can check you up," the doctor says making my stomach drop, why can't they stay?!

"Go Rosa, be a good girl," mom says giving me a push forward, I walked in alone with tears going down my face, I was first checked up physically, I was in great health, they had to poke me to test my blood which made more tears come down my face.

"Now, this one would be easy," the doctor says, injecting me with some kind of medicine which made me sleep.

The dream was filled with fluff, I saw myself playing with some toys, following a ball, I kept running trying to catch it and then brought it back, happy, I was told I'm such a good girl, but then I felt younger than ever, I was picked up, and cradled against someone's chest as I got bottle fed, I enjoyed the feeling of being babied so much, I never want the dream to end.

"Sweetie, it's time to wake up," I woke up to mom's voice, but there were strong hands holding me, papa was holding me from behind, I closed my eyes and cuddled closer to him, he used to cuddle me more when I was younger, but as I grew older, I didn't get many cuddles, and I miss cuddles.

"What's the pout for?" Papa whispers in my ear.

"Me like cuddles, you no cuddle me," I whine making him chuckle.

"We'll see what you got and maybe your new dom would give you all the cuddles in the world," papa says, I pout still not happy, the doctor was called into my room.

"Miss Rosabelle, I'm happy to announce that you have been classified," the doctor says, as I held my mom and papa's hand tighter.

"What am I?" I ask him.

"A submissive," he starts, but I knew I'm one, what am I?

"A little..." he says, wow! A little! I'm a little! That's cool, but he wasn't done yet, "Pet," he says.

"I'm a little and a pet?" I ask confused.

"Yes, it's a really a common combination, you're mostly a little with a little bit of pet in it, and I'm sure your future mommy or daddy wouldn't mind taking care of you for both sides.

"Okay," I answer him, this isn't too bad, so far.