Lisa comes out, wearing her uniform

A few minutes later, she emerged, miserable.

The skirt barely covered anything, and the blouse, while innocent enough, only added to the childish look. Sara tugged at the hem, trying to **** it to be longer, but it was no use.

Lisa clapped her hands together. “Oh, Sara, you look precious! Absolutely darling!”

Sara scowled.

“Yeah, yeah, I look like a complete idiot.”

Lisa ignored her whining. “Now, the most important part! Time to try on your pull-ups!”

Sara froze.

She had hoped, prayed, that Lisa might forget about that part. But of course, she hadn’t.

"Lisa, no."

Lisa smiled sweetly. "Sara, yes."

Sara shook her head. “I’m not putting those on.”

Lisa sighed dramatically. “Sara, sweetheart, this is part of your uniform. You’ll be wearing them at school every day. Now, be a good girl and put them on.”

Sara’s hands balled into fists. “This is so unfair.”

Lisa simply shrugged. “Life isn’t fair, honey. Now, let’s go.” She handed Sara the pull-ups with an expectant look.

Sara snatched them and stomped back into the bathroom.

Sliding them up her legs was humiliating. They were soft, snug, and thicker than she expected. The waistband fit comfortably around her hips, and when she moved, she could feel the padding between her thighs.

This is awful. This is actually happening.

When she finally stepped out, her face was bright red.

Lisa gasped in delight. “Oh, Sara! You look so cute! Do a little twirl for me!"

Sara glared daggers at her. "Not happening."