The Couple Think She's Dilly-Dallying and Choose for Her

Lauren was torn, her options were just so bad! The dress with its semi-see through bottom and childish panties underneath. The Hello Kitty running outfit that would have been appropriate for a nine year old's soccer match, but would be absolutely inappropriate for a twenty-three year old out and about.

Not to say that any of her options were age appropriate...

Lauren continued to agonize over the decision.

The swimsuit wasn't that bad, she guessed? This was a children's store, so the bikini was relatively conservative. Sort of a crop top paired with shorts. It would probably cover a good four tenths of her skin, which wasn't too bad, for a swimsuit. It might have been okay, but the whole thing was skintight.

She made a strangled whining sound and shook her head, looking over the choices again. Maybe if she checked around the store again? Their wandering around the store had ended when they'd put the options on this table to sort through, over by the boarder of the baby section. There had to be better outfits tucked away somewhere else in the store, right?

The woman huffed, interrupting Lauren's train of thought. "Alright, I know we're not exactly spoiled for choice here, but we've got to get you out of those sticky clothes and cleaned up before they give you a rash."

Lauren shuddered at the idea and nodded in agreement, "I'll hurry up."

The woman sighed in exasperation, "How about the yellow dress?" she recommended, picking it up before Lauren could respond.

The idea of wearing one of these awful outfits in specific was somehow more terrifying than the process of having to choose one among many, "No, wait, what about those panties!" she shouted in alarm, too flabbergasted and alarmed to form her sentence correctly.

"The panties?" she looked down at the panties hanging from some wire, partially obscured at the bottom of the dress, "There are panties. Right here, see?"

"No, I mean, I can't," Lauren made a whining noise as she tried to articulate her objection, "I shouldn't wear panties like," she gestured helplessly at the way the panties were still somewhat visible through the dress, "Like that!"

Lauren could see the lightbulb turn on over the woman's head, "Right! Of course, I understand. "

She shared a look with her fiancee, who almost immediately seemed to catch up, "Understood," he said, taking the dress, "So how about I go buy the dress and handle the issue with the panties, while you get her cleaned up and ready to put it on?"

The woman rolled her eyes and handed over their wallet. Lauren felt like decisions were happening too fast, and she was being left behind. Still, it could have been worse.

She wondered how the man planned to fix the transparency of the dress. Was he going to pick up a second one, so she could wear them one on top of the other, blocking out the rest of the transparency? Or maybe he'd just try to scrounge up some pants for her?

Either way, much as she hated to think it, she had other problems than what exactly to wear. She absolutely needed to get out of these clothes before she got a rash!

"Alright," the woman crouched down to look Lauren in the eye, which Lauren felt was a little uncalled for, "Now lets get you out of those."