Sam's bad day

Janet, Samantha, and Janet's two friends, Mei and Rochelle, were on their way to a costume party in another part of town. Janet was dressed as Harley Quinn, Mei was dressed as a sexy pirate, and Rochelle was dressed as a cheerleader.

And then there was Samantha who, by Janet's suggestion and insistence, was dressed as a baby; complete with pigtails, t-shirt, bandana, and diaper. She had argued against this, knowing that it was a jab at her flat breasts and boyish chest, but was unfortunately out voted.

"Okay, Sammy." Janet said as she pulled over to the side of the road next to a bus stop out in the country. "We're going to go grab some things for the party. And since you refuse to enter the parking lot, let alone the store, in your costume, you can wait here."

"Please don't call me 'Sammy'. 'Sam' is fine, but not 'Sammy'." Samantha muttered as she got out and waddled towards the bus stop. "You'll remember to pick me up when you're done, right?"

"Don't worry, we won't forget!" Janet said before driving off, leaving Sam behind as she crouched behind a bench and watched the car drive off.

"Wait, I'm lost." Mei said, a confused look on the young woman's face. "I thought the plan was to ditch her out here in the sticks because she made a pass at your boyfriend."

"Yeah!" Rochelle agreed, "Wasn't that the whole reason you invited her was to leave her out in public dressed like that? Why are we picking her up after?"

"I never said we were." Janet replied with a wicked grin, "I said that we won't forget."

The three cackled madly as they drove off.

Back at the bus stop, Sam waited for the girls to return. It wasn't until two hours had passed, however, that she came to a horrible realization.

"Crap! Those bitches aren't coming back, are they?" Sam muttered in a mix of fear, anger, and embarrassment. Letting out an groan, she stood up and kicked her feet, kicking off her shoes in the process. "Of course they're not coming back! I can't believe they left me here like this! No! I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for this prank! Ooh! When I get back, I'm gonna -"

Sam stopped mid rant when she felt something crawling on her back, confusion on her face as she looked over her shoulder. She gasped in horror at the spiders on her back.

Now, arachnophobia is one of the most common fears among mankind, with some more terrified than others. Sam's arachnophobia, however, was an entirely different level.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sam screamed, "Get off of me! GET OFF OF ME!"

Sam jumped, flailed, and spazzed around as she cried in terror, tears running down her face. Without thinking, Sam ripped her shirt off and threw it to the ground, stepping away before falling backwards and landing on her diapered butt on the side of the road just as an old pickup truck came to a stop.

Sam was still crying and wailing as she saw the truck's door open, a woman in her late forties stepping out of the driver's side door and going wide eyed. "What on Earth?!" She asked, a Southern twang in her voice.

Sam was now crying in humiliation as she wrapped her arms over her bare chest, blushing furiously as she wondered how the woman would react to the sight.