***If this story looks at all familiar, it’s because it probably is. I wrote a story with the same name and premise a little while ago on a now deleted account but really wanted to give it a try again as I felt like the original could be improved upon quite a bit and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!***
**DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY FEATURES THEMES OF DUBIOUS CONSENT AND SUGGESTIVE AGEPLAY. IF THIS DISTURBS, OFFENDS OR UPSETS YOU THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ ON.**
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# Little Red Riding Wood
Once upon a time there was a breathtaking young girl, known as Little Red.
Little Red was given the nickname from the people of her village due to her little stature and her fiery, red hair that flowed like lava down to her waist. That and the fact that she wouldn’t leave her house without her favorite red gown with a white trim, that she had gotten as a gift from her grandmother whom she visits weekly.