Turnabout is fair play

Lauren was just about done with this whole chaperoning business. Even if she only needed to look after a kid for twelve minutes, it was more than enough for a career lady of her stature. She was already contemplating what she would ask of Sharon once she was back, so that she could 'return the favour'. After all, that was what people did, right? I mean other people, not her, of course. She put the magazine back to its place and got up from the comfy armchair just before Mildred entered the living room.

"Took you long enough..." she scoffed at the unpunctual babysitter.

"Don't you sass me, young lady." replied Mildred, shaking her index finger at Lauren menacingly.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to?" snapped back Lauren angrily.

"You are the girl who better be a darling little angel while your mother is away. Because you are aware of what happens to bad girls, are you not?"

"Hah!" she laughed at the absurdity of it. "No, that's not me, 'darling'. It's..." she wanted to point at Patty who had just entered the room, but she would have had to have been blind not to notice the brat sporting a different outfit than last she saw her. Patty was wearing clothes Lauren assumed to be Sharon's. A dark blue blazer on a low cut, white blouse, alongside with a black straight skirt that came down to her knees. She had on stockings under, and a pair of white heels. Lauren couldn't help but laugh at young Patty so desperately trying to look older. "A for affort, but I doubt Sharon would be pleased with that look." grinned Lauren, shaking her head at Patty disapprovingly.

"And I doubt your mommy would be pleased with you calling her by her name, young lady." butted in Mildred.

"What? Mommy?" looked back a puzzled Lauren. Then it dawned on her. The senile old hag still thought HER to be the kid to chaperone. HER! "Oh my god, I'm not your charge! She is!" she tried to explain, but then she took another long look at the young girl in her mother's clothes and the previously silly picture started to change. The white blouse she was wearing showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Not much, but still more than she could have shown. The skirt followed her narrow waist and shapely hips, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The heels elevated her just enough to be a few inches taller than Lauren was in her bathroom slippers. She even put her silly pigtails in a little bun atop her head, adding to her already significant height. Lauren couldn't help but watch with envy how her new attire hugged her delicate curves, as she knew for a fact such curves could not have been faked in such a short time. And while far from perfect, what a transformation it actually was. Gone was the juvenile little schoolgirl who was lying on the couch just moments ago. She looked like a younger version of Sharon. Well, sloppy, mismatched, and her posture was outright horrible, but with such a 'disguise' no barmen or usher would have ever doubted Patty being an adult. In fact she was an adult, and now she looked the part. A fact that started to fill Lauren with ever-increasing dread.

"Open your eyes, dammit! She is Patty." she started to panic.

"Language, young lady. She is Miss Patricia from next door. You should show her the proper respect."

Patty had a huge grin on her face. Miss Patricia. I like that, she thought. She had never been addressed like that. She never believed the old lady would actually mistake Lauren for a kid, but she wanted to mess with the haughty neighbor a bit more.

"This is Miss Mildred." Patty said, introducing the babysitter with a sardonic grin. "She's gonna look after lil' Lauren." she cooed at Lauren, enjoying the moment.

"What? No! I'm the neighbor!" argued Lauren.

"Oh, don't mind her." dismissed her Patty with a nervous laugh. "She's been wanting to roleplay since I got here. Cute ain't she?"

"I'm Lauren from next door! Patty is Mrs. Smith's daughter! Geez, can't you remember simple names?"

"I see she's relentless." shook her head Mildred.

"You haven't seen half of it." smiled back Patty.

"Ha-ha... Okay, Patty, that's enough. You tricked me. 'Very' funny. Now, grow up and tell her who I really am."

Patty saw Mildred turning towards her. "I have no idea what she's talking about." she shook her head, playing puzzled. 'A for effort'? 'Grow up'? Now she wanted to mess with Lauren a bit longer. Served her right after all the smug 'mature superiority' she had been showing her.

"Why is she not dressed up?" asked Mildren.

"I... her mother wanted her to take a bath, but she wanted to watch some cartoons first."

"No way! I..." started Lauren, but then she glanced at the TV to see Jerry whacking Tom's toes with a giant hammer. Wasn't exactly helpful in the situation. "I - I wasn't watching that. She... she was."

"No, I wanted to watch MTV, but she insisted on watching cartoons. Who am I to deny her fun?" smiled Patty, knowing full well she wasn't actually lying.

"That is very noble of you." smiled Mildred at Patty. "As for you, young lady," she turned towards Lauren, "it is time you showed us the respect we deserve. Miss Patricia helped your mommy look after you and I've just arrived, and you are already sassing the both of us."

"You misunderstand," groaned Lauren, "I'm an adult and she is the kid!"

Mildred scanned the towel-clad woman in front of herself, then glanced at Patty. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Kids..." chuckled Patty. "They want to grow up so fast."

"That's it! Had enough of this childish charade!" fumed Lauren, She didn't get Patty's prank, nor did she want to get it. To her, it felt silly and immature. And she'd had her fair share of silly and immature in this last 15 minutes. "Have fun, the two of you!" she yelled angrily, marching towards the door. "Because no way you can **** me to play your silly games!"

Then as she passed Mildred, the old lady tried to grab her but only managed to snatch at the corner of her towel. And Lauren absentmindedly walked straight out of her only article of clothing, apart from her flip-flops. The next couple of seconds seemed to unfurl in slow motion.

Patty watched the towel unwrap and reveal her haughty next-door neighbour in the alltogether. It was a move she had been thinking of doing before, but would never have the guts to do herself. She was a good girl. Mildred, on the other hand... And the sight was so shocking, it made Patty put a hand in front of her mouth to stop herself from bursting out laughing. 'Miss' Lauren was nothing in the buff like when she was prancing around in her expensive suits. Far from it. She had already noticed she was a lot shorter - especially now with her in heels - but that was not even half of it. Petite would have been a generous term. Her chicken legs joined perfectly to her scrawny backside, her hips were as narrow as her waist, and her bust was frankly speaking, nonexistent. Not even the gentlest swellings that she, and most of her schoolmates, had years ago. Just a pair of pink nipples on an otherwise boyish flat chest. And even those seemed tiny, further emphasizing her lack of womanly curves. She must have had the towel folded up top to give the illusion of boobs. Because at the moment, the 'young lady' was quite literally shapeless. That, combined with her height and natural youthful face, made for a hilarious picture in Patty's eyes. A picture that was getting harder to ignore by the minute. One of us realy needs to 'grow up', she thought with a grin. Clothes really did make a woman in Lauren's case. Without them, only a scarce patch of dark pubic hair was showing signs of any maturity. Nothing that can't be handled later to complete the picture, she thought wickedly.

It took Lauren a few steps to feel the air on her bare skin. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. She realized something was wrong and for a moment was **** to look down, afraid to face the reality of the situation. When she eventually did look down, she saw her bare unenhanced form. "Eeeeeeekkkkk!!!" she screeched, throwing her hands around herself for what it was worth. But the damage had already been done. Her next-door neighbour's little brat and a hag of a babysitter had seen her in 'all' her nude glory. She could not imagine ever living that moment down.

If only she knew that was only the beginning...