She tries to protest

“Mom, no! Please! Not my bra,” Alexa pleaded. “Please let’s go to the changing room.”

“Come on, Alexa. We don’t have time for this. Take it off now,” Juliette ordered.

“No!” Alexa yelled. “I don’t want to! I want to wear my bra. I don’t want this skirt or shirt. I don’t want any of it!”

“Oh my, someone’s grumpy,” Hailey said.

“I am not GRUMPY!” Alexa yelled. “I don’t want to wear these stupid clothes!”

“You don’t?” Juliette said. “You don’t want any of these clothes?”

“No!” Alexa shouted.

“Fine,” Juliette said, and turned to Hailey. “I’m sorry about my daughter, but we’ll be giving these clothes back.”

Alexa sighed grateful she didn’t have to put on those juvenile clothes. “We will gladly take all of the clothes,” Hailey said as she reached her arm over to the hook of Alexa’s bra and undid it.

“Hey!” Alexa cried as Hailey pulled off Alexa’s bra leaving her in only a diaper.

“There we go. We’ll take all of this away,” Hailey said.

“W-wait, my clothes,” Alexa cried.

“You said you didn’t want your clothes,” Juliette said. “So, you’re going to go without them.”

“B-but...”

“No buts or I will start spanking yours. Now let’s go. We’re done shopping,” Juliette said.

“Wait, Mrs. Johnson. We would love to offer our services. If you need any assistance taking care of Alexa, call this number,” Kate said. “I’m certified in CPR and very experienced with babysitting.”

“We would love to help out definitely,” Hailey said.

Juliette smiled. “I’ll consider it,” she said. “Thank you. Now come on, Lexi. We’re leaving.”

Alexa whimpered now regretting her choice of words as she was pulled along, no clothes to hide her diaper or her bare small breasts.