No (Age regression route)

The three women clamored out the door, just as Belle came up from the cellar. She saw them taking armfuls of her clothes, but instead of going after them, she went to her room to see what they had taken. Of course, they had taken every scrap she owned. They left only her sheets and blankets on her bed. Belle wasn't about to run outside in such flimsy covers. She had been exposed enough for one day. However, she now was stuck naked at home until her father bought her some clothes (or fixed his machine).

The three blonde women paraded through town, celebrating their liberation of Belle's wardrobe. As they passed, many people chuckled and laughed as they were told of the girl's latest misfortune. Before they reached home, their beloved slice of man meat, Gaston, approached them as he heard the commotion.

"You girls really stole Belle's clothes? All of them?" He asked, eyeing the garments they held, trying to discern their true ownership.

"We walked right up her, stripped her naked again, and threw her tiny ass outside!" Laurette laughed.

"You should have seen her, naked and embarrassed as she tried to get back inside." Paulette added.

"We chose to liberate her clothes since she doesn't properly fill them out anyway." Claudette concluded.

"Ah, so you have every piece of her wardrobe?" Gaston asked.

The three women nodded.

"Would you ladies be so charitable as to relinquish a set of her finest undergarments to me?" Gaston said, hoping he used the right words.

The three swooned at his eloquence and stature. They quickly handed him a set before they rushed off home. Gaston looked at the underwear. It was definitely Belle's. That meant she was home, and naked. Very ****. He could come to her as her savior with the underwear he now possessed, or...he could keep them as a memento of the girl he once imagined being with.

"The bimbettes definitely have some kind of plan. Perhaps I can be of service? Hmm...to be a savior to an intelligent woman who looks like a child, or help three womanly...women that have the intellect of toddlers?" Gaston thought.