Lauren strips her clothes

Lauren whimpered as one by one she slowly grabbed the bottom of her dress. She prayed that Jennifer would stop her, that she’d say this was all a prank, but as she lifted the dress higher and higher, her colleagues all watched. Lauren closed her eyes as if that would make it better as she pulled the dress above her waist exposing her soaked underwear.

She heard giggles but kept going as she pulled the dress completely off. She kept her eyes shut. She finally took a deep breath as she pulled the dress over her head exposing her nude chest with her nipples sticking out. This caused more laughter as one of the women whispered. “It’s a good thing she doesn’t waste her time with a bra anymore.”

“Ha as if she even needs a camisole,” another woman hissed.

Jennifer gleefully took the dress from Lauren who seemed startled at this as she opened her eyes. “Good job, now your undies,” Jennifer said.

Lauren’s eyes darted to her ruffled panties that were on display and soaked. She heard snickers as Lauren reluctantly grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

Jennifer smirked as she crouched down and took hold of the panties on the ends. She did the whole step out one at a time as if Lauren was a toddler rather than a fully grown woman. Lauren whimpered as she complied as she stood naked except for her Mary Janes and soaked ankle socks.

Jennifer smirked as she lifted Lauren’s left leg making her wobble as she grabbed onto a chair for balance. Jennifer continued to tilt Lauren until her butt was facing the crowd, one leg out. She then slowly unbuckled Lauren’s shoe and pulled the sock off with it. She let go of the foot making it swing to the ground as Lauren stumbled feeling completely off balance.

Jennifer then did the same thing with the other foot. “All done,” Jennifer said. “We’ll send these to the laundromat next door.”

Lauren blushed as she stood awkwardly her hands coming down to hide her wet bare crotch hovering as not to get them wet.

“P-please…” Lauren whimpered. “I need s-something to wear.”

“Patience. First, I need you to make a choice,” Jennifer said. “Training panties, pull ups, or diapers? Now before you make a hasty decision, know the consequences. Whatever you choose becomes part of your uniform. If you choose training panties, and you have even the slightest accident again (and I will check), then you will be put in diapers and lose all toilet privileges until someone decides to potty train you. If you choose pull up, you will get scheduled potty time only and if you have the slightest accident, then you will be upgraded to diapers but you’ll have the chance to downgrade if you show progress. If you choose diapers, there’s no downgrading. You’ll have to go 1 week without accidents, but you will have access to the toilet when needed so long as you have super vision. And before you decide to refuse wearing any of them, if you choose big girl panties and you have even a tinkle, you’ll be spanked on the spot with a time out. So… what’s your choice?”

Lauren’s jaw locked and then dropped. “I…”

Lauren whimpered.