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She just stood there for about a minute looking at the contents. Try as she might, she couldn't find a top piece. Because there was none. It wasn't only a sub outfit, it was the subbiest-of-sub-outfits she had ever seen. If she could even call that an outfit at all.

The two women were chattering away about personal stuff. Lauren was undecisive. Could she donne the contents of the bag? Was it better if she was found in it than if found in just her panties? Well, both cases would reveal parts of her body she was very self-conscious about. Or more like, neither would cover much at all.

She quietly stepped into the tiny shorts. Careful not to make any sound. It would definitely be miles away from being decent, but would still be better than just her panties. She pulled them up her skinny legs and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Yep, it barely covered more than her panties did before. And it was not something anyone with her curves, or lack thereof, would ever wear. She sucked in her little tummy and pushed out her chest, as much as she could. Nope, even then she looked ridiculous. And the insides of the shorts were very rough. Far from her own custom made outfit that felt like a second skin. The outfit she so clumsily locked herself away from.

But what could she do? Once those two left, she could run into an empty cubicle and remain there for the entire evening. No doubt, her presence would be missed by everyone, but she just had to deal with that. That still wouldn't solve how she could get her stuff back or get home, but it was a start. But what if someone saw here like this? Someone she knew?

"Well, at least she had a mask." she thought, eyeing the ugly mask she was clutching in her trembling hands. If she would have to remain topless for a while, at least she could have her face -- her identity -- covered. Deep down somewhere in her heart, she was glad for the small comfort it could provide. Well, she could try and act like just another sub, but she could definitely not look them in the eye ever again. It would be a huge dent in her confidence. It was imperative that no one associated the skinny little sub with her. If she was ever discovered.

As Lauren was contemplating her dire situation, she suddenly noticed a woman in the mirror turning the corner and stopping right behind her. "Whoah, I didn't see you there." the woman said surprised.

Lauren's whole world was trembling like her knees, and with one fluid motion she raised her hands and put on the mask. Her heart beat a mile a minute as she stood there, hoping the lady hadn't seen her face. There was a moment of agonizing silence, then...

"Here, let me help." she heard as she felt the woman touching her hair behind the mask. She clutched the mask with both hands in case she wanted to remove it, but the woman only seemed to be arranging her hair in a neat little ponytail behind the mask. She could see her through the mirror, as the eyeholes weren't covered. She looked to be another Mistress, but she didn't recognise her. Either someone new, or someone bellow her status. Well, bellow her usual status, as right then she was the one bellow everyone else.

"There. All done. Let me take a look at you, honey." she said, and Lauren could feel her hand on her shoulder trying to turn her around.

What else could she do? She turned.