A ride to class

There was a knock, and Lauren looked up from her oatmeal as Dennis entered the kitchen.

"Dennis?" Lauren exclaimed, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"He offered to give you a ride to school." Lauren's mother explained. "You two should hurry: you don't want to be late."

Grumbling, Lauren rose from her chair and followed Dennis out to his convertible. Dennis eyed her as she got in, tugging down her small sundress. Dennis eyed her thick legs. This was definitely different than anything Lauren had worn before, and she was clearly very uncomfortable in her undersized, immature outfit.

"Cute dress." Dennis said.

Lauren flushed, mumbling a thanks as she averted her gaze. They continued to drive. Dennis eyed how the wind was playing with her dress and got an idea.

I wish Lauren's dress would get pulled up by the wind