Conditions

Composing herself, Lauren gingerly walked towards the backdoor to the house. The host of the party was a housewife, who was a neat freak. She saw Lauren and sirens went off.

"Excuse me, where are you going?" The housewife asks.

"I just need to use the bathroom." Lauren replied

"Well, I have a rule in my house, no dirty clothes. And, from what I can see, you're filthy. I'm going to need your shoes."

Lauren understands this rule but she was a bit hesitant taking her expensive stilletos off. With the help of the 5 inches and a straight back, Lauren stood at 5 foot. Now, without her heels, Lauren, who once was eye level with the housewife's chin, she was now barely level with the woman's breasts.

"Now I'm going to be needing your skirt." said, the woman.

"Why? What for?" Lauren asks defensively.

"It's very windy. Grass clippings, leaves or pollin might be clinging onto the fabric. I don't want a bar hopping go-go girl dirting up my clean floors...twerking or whatever."

Lauren wasn't sure if she should feel complimented or insulted. Again, hesitant, Lauren undid her thick belt and gravity took care of the rest. The 3 layered denim skirt fell with a small thud. Stepping out of it, Lauren used her hands to cover her panties. Without warning, the housewife lifted the capelet off of Lauren's shoulders, pulling it over her head.

"Same goes for this ..thing." The housewife looked in disgust at the pile of clothes.

Not wanting anyone else to notice her, Lauren ran inside the house. Finding the bathroom and walking in, Lauren saw her salvation, but attached was a child's potty seat. imagine a big booster seat on a toilet. The only problem is, there's no way for Lauren to get seated without a stepladder, and even that was missing.