A small adjustment

"Aha! It's your hair! C'mere!" Mrs Marston launched herself toward Vanessa, who instinctively backed away. Before she could react Vanessa had her ear grabbed and pulled down, forcing her to sit on the chair behind her. "Hey! What do you mean my hair!?" She yelled, she hated being left in the dark about what was going on. Usually she was the centre of attention and she needed to know about everything.

Mrs Marston smiled, holding a couple hair bands in her hand. "Relax, with your hair down you look too mature, I think pigtails should work!" She explained and grabbed a tuft of Vanessa's silky long black hair. With instinct Vanessa quickly swatted the employee's hand off her hair. "Don't touch my hair!" She protested, folding her arm in a mini sulk. "Either you let me tie your hair into pigtails or I call the police!" Mrs Marston threatened, giving Vanessa a stern look.

Vanessa was conflicted, she didn't even want to dress like a baby in the first place, and tying her hair up was a bit too far. She was a rich CEO and deserved to be treated that way. However, the threat of the police kept her tamed, as she cannot let herself end up in prison. She hated how much power she was losing because of this. "Fine... this won't make me a baby though!" She sniped, keeping her arms folded she looked away from Mrs Marston.

"Well I beg to differ, but thank you for co operating Vanessa." Mrs Marston smiled and continued to tie Vanessa's hair into pigtails. Once she was finished she stood back and nodded with approval. "Much better! Now you're looking more like a baby!" Mrs Marston teased, making Vanessa blush. "Can we get this over either please?" Vanessa asked bitterly, she was fed up already.

Mrs Marston picked Vanessa's clothes and chucked her white crop top at her, keeping the jeans. "Put that on, so the children don't see you half naked. And don't see that as mercy, it'll soon be off once you're away from the kids!" Mrs Marston ordered. Vanessa didn't hesitate to put her top back on, as she quickly and desperately threw her arms back into her top like a poor person diving into a chest of gold.

Despite wearing a diaper and looking like a baby, Vanessa felt slight relief being back in her expensive branded white crop top. Her pride and power had been slightly restored, though she still needed to obey as the threat of the police still remained. "Okay, what now?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

Mrs Marston walked over to a cupboard in the RV kitchen, pulling out a folded up pink baby stroller. "You will be transported in this." She said as she unfolded the stroller. "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Vanessa protested, the humiliation was becoming unbearable. "Need I remind you yet again of the reason you're here?" Mrs Marston threatened, causing Vanessa to bow her head and nod in agreement. "Now get your fat bottom in this stroller now!" Mrs Marston ordered.

Vanessa stood up and slowly walked over to the stroller, giving Mrs Marston the dirtiest look. She sat down, and placed her feet on the platform beneath the chair. The stroller was small for Vanessa, as her knees were in line with her boobs. Mrs Marston grabbed Vanessa's wrists and tied them to the sides of the stroller with straps. She then wrapped a seatbelt connected to all four corners of the stroller. "We don't want you running off now do we? Anyways, let's go!" Mrs Marston commented as she opened the RV door. Vanessa rolled her eyes, hating every second of this experience.