The middle of the bathroom

The woman who had over a foot in height on Lauren, without her heels, crouched so she was eye level with the diminutive teen. "Hi honey, I'm Stacey. What's your name?" Lauren, still shocked at how her life had turned upside down in less than 15 minutes struggled to find the words. "I'm all wet..." was all she could reply. Stacey set her face with a sympathetic expression. "I know sweetheart, lets get you out of those sticky clothes." Stacey then quickly whisked her jeans around her ankles in one swift motion and, before Lauren could adjust, pulled her t-shirt up and over her arms and head. Lauren, stood in only her matching plain padded bra and high waist white panties, asked in her confusion. "How old do you think I am?" Stacey smiled as she removed Lauren's stained bra and pulled down her soaked panties, then appraised the nude girl.

Still trying to make sense of her situation how young does this girl think I am!?!? Lauren then remembered her pubic area. Having gotten a new sexy one piece swimsuit, Lauren attempted a home waxing to save cash. She now knew why she paid all that money to a professional... after numerous attempts to gain symmetry and burning herself several times, Lauren had inadvertently removed all her pubic hair. That was almost nine months ago now and it had yet to grow back, not since she was 13 has she been so devoid of her bush. Stacey, for her part, had asked the question "How old do you think I am?" often when she was younger. At that certain awkward age, an age that seemed to be getting younger and younger judging by the scene in front of her, little girls were **** to grow up as fast as possible. The signs were all here: padded bra, shaping panties, skin tight clothes and lots of makeup. Stacey had been this girl, out causing trouble when she should've been playing with dolls.

Lauren stood there as time stretched out, her arms covering her slight paunch while she waited for a reply. Stacey smiled and that sympathetic look crossed her face again. "How old do you think you look sweetie?" Lauren paused. Her question was meant to be indignant but as she looked down at her body and then into the eyes of the woman in front of her, eyes that radiated compassion she found herself answering. "Th.. Thir... Thirteen?" The look on Stacey's face as she heard her reply made Lauren want to cry. Pity. Stacey felt truly sorry for her. "Awww honey... you've got two or three years before you get there and certainly not with this thing when you do." She said as she dumped the bra in the bin. Lauren was aghast. Did this woman, barely a few years older than Lauren herself, think Lauren was 10 years old?!? Her shock deepening, Lauren stood passively as the kindly woman pulled her feet out of her panties and jeans that were both bunched at her ankles. Completely stripped, Stacey turned Lauren to the sinks and turned on the water. "I'll be ask quick as I can, okay?" Stacey asked rhetorically as she thrust Lauren's head under the warm water and moments later Lauren's damp hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and her face scrubbed of any residual stickiness as well as any residual makeup. Then, a knock at the door.