Lauren thinks she alone...

Lauren shuffled off into the woods. She made sure to go far from the others, not wanting that bitchy elf or studly knight to see her to her business. She groaned, rubbing her bare thighs. She'd never ridden a horse before: it was miserable!

Lauren looked around. She had privacy! That was good, because in order to pee she'd have to pull this damn 'sacred child' outfit all the way off, since it was a one piece. Nervously she tugged it down, leaving her fully nude from the knees up. She then bent into an awkward, low crotch and began peeing.

"Ahh..." She said with relief.

"So, that's the sacred mark?"

Lauren whipped her head around. To her horror, that little man called Berran was standing behind her watching her pee!

"AHH!" Lauren screamed. She stumbled up, trying to tug the too small outfit back up.

"What are you doing?!" Lauren screamed.

"I just wanted to see this 'scared mark' the proved you were the sacred child." Berran grinned, pointing at the birthmark on her bare butt.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Lauren screamed, struggling to pull up the minuscule leotard, which had tangled around her thighs.

"You don't talk like a child." Berran pointed out. "And this looks far too large for any child."

He pointed at her exposed ass before Lauren finally managed to tug her leotard over it.

"That's because I'm not a child dammit!" Lauren said. "I'm a 20 year old woman!"

"Hmm... I'm not so sure about that." Berran said. "You might be thick in the back, but your chest looks like it's the size of a couple robin's eggs!"

Lauren blushed furiously, finally getting the pink leotard into place over her body.

"Screw you you little midget." Lauren spit, totally humiliated.

"Now now, that's no way to refer to the small folk." Berran chuckled. "Besides, you're pretty small yourself, at least where the bust line is concerned!