Lauren sees more surprises

Lauren hurried into the bathroom. Once inside she growled in frustration, discomfort and humiliation, beating her hands on her thighs in impotent rage. She'd just been utterly manhandled and humiliated! She'd never been so embarrassed in all her refined, prim and proper life! God, how dare Charlotte and Britney! And all those people laughing and taking photos... Lauren squealed in frustration once more.

Then, still in **** discomfort, Lauren flipped up her skirt to straighten her underwear. This gave her the first look at her panties. To her surprise, her panties were bright yellow, with hello kitty's head right over the crotch! Why on earth was she wearing such silly, immature panties?!

Lauren reached down and undwedged her panties from between her buttcheeks. She wasn't even aware of the similar cats across her butt.

Sighing, she tugged her skirt down. What was going on today?! Again, she remembered her conversation, first with the angel and then with the devil... and her ****... NO! That was definitely a dream. Something strange was going on, but that did not mean she was in a hell specially made for her! It was impossible!

Lauren turned to leave. However, as she caught a glimpse of her reflection she froze, shocked. Oh my god! Her hair! She didn't have the long, meticulously straightened hair she expected. Instead it was a brown mop of shoulder length curls, complete with bangs. This was the exact haircut she'd had all through junior high, back when she was a social zero with no fashion sense who hadn't even wised up and bought padded bras yet!

Speaking of padded bras, she definitely wasn't wearing hers! Her chest look notably flat under the tee shirt. She squirmed, realizing Dylan, and everyone else, had seen her in her natural, small chested state! No Spanx either, as evidence by the clear bulge of her stomach. In fact... had she gained weight? God, this was awful! How had she forgotten her special underwear, why had she done this awful haircut, and why was she wearing these goofy clothes?!

Lauren desperately didn't want to go to class... but what choice did she have? She could try to ditch, maybe sneak home and get dressed properly, and try to do something about this hair, or face the music and head to her next class. What should she do?