Some clothes, but not what Lauren wants

"Oh, you're right." Vanessa said, smirking at her cowering sister, who's new haircut and look was just absurd. "Let's get you dressed."

"R... really?" Lauren said hopefully. Was she really getting clothes back after everything?

"That's right!" Vanessa gestured to Debbie, who pulled clothes out of the bag she'd gotten. Lauren's jaw dropped. The clothes consisted of poofy hot pink shorts, a baby blue belly shirt with sailor collar and puffed sleeves and... nothing else! No underwear, just those humiliating clothes obviously meant for a child.

Still, it was better then her current attire: nothing. So, with a sigh, cheeks burning red, she grabbed the clothes from Debbie. The girl's all snickered, the staff of the salon now giving up and pretense of work to watch the fun.

**** to cover her small breasts, which had been a secret for so long, Lauren pulled the shirt on first. She struggled to get it dow over her. It was obviously undersized, stretched sheer as she pulled it around her chest. The shirt stopped right below her breasts, leaving her stomach hanging free.

"She looks like Winnie the Pooh!" May snickered, snapping a phone picture behind Lauren's back. Unknowingly, Lauren pulled on the shorts. They rolled over her calves, but stuck on her rounded thighs. Groaning, She wriggled them up, causing her whole body to jiggle for her audience. Finally she snapped them over her girthy butt. They too were skin tight, stretched dangerously thing and invading up her legs and crotch, hugging her butt crack. All her pale legs and thighs hung out. God, she must look horrible!