Against all odds, Lauren hatches a bold new scheme!

Aw, aren't you adorable!" cooed Martha. She had her hands on her knees, leaning down while speaking to the itsy-bitsy little girl in the pink and white Easter dress and matching hat - like she was a kindergarten teacher addressing a new student. "I looooove your pretty outfit and cute little hat!"

"Th... thanks," Lauren mumbled, tilting her wide-brimmed hat over her eyes to shield her face, slowly backing away from Martha the Monkey.

Crinkle! Crinkle! Crinkle!

With every step she took, her horrible plastic Pull-Up diaper crinkled. And it crinkled LOUDLY! In Lauren's imagination, the sound was as loud as gunshots!

Bang, Bang!

"Your dress is soooo cutesy-wootsy! Did you know, when I was a little girl, I had a dress just like it? But mine wasn't nearly as pretty as yours!"

"Whatever..." growled Lauren under her breath, continuing to back away.

Crinkle! Crinkle! Crinkle!

"Yo, babe!" called out Steve from the other side of the room. "What's making that annoying crinkling noise?"

Lauren froze! It - it wasn't her imagination! They could hear it too! Oh, no...

Oh, no!!

Her heart skipped a beat. A line of sweat formed over her brow. Her hands began to tremble.

She took another step backwards -

Crinkle!

"There it is!" yelled Steve. "Did you hear it?"

Lauren gasped...

OH, NO!!!

"I'm sorry, I don't hear anything," Martha cooed, winking at Lauren.

But then she leaned down and whispered in Lauren's blazing-hot ear:

"But if your diaper needs to be changed, just let me know. It'll be our little secret!"

OMG! Lauren was DYING of embarrassment! Martha could tell she was wearing a diaper?! How??? How did she know???

...But more importantly, what could Lauren do?

With her lower lip pouting and her eyes watering, she sadly nodded her head.

"Did you make a stinky in your pants?" whispered Martha. "You can tell me! That handsome boy across the room doesn't have to know! Hee, hee!"

Lauren's embarrassment instantly transformed into furious, unbridled rage: A "stinky"?! Did that FUCKING BITCH IN A YELLOW WIG just ask her if she "made a stinky"?!!! And then laugh?!

WTF!!!

Oooh... she yearned to smash Martha in her sugary-sweet mouth!! Hit her hard! Make that stupid cunt BLEED!!

...and did she just call Steve - the biggest, ugliest, dorkiest LOSER on the entire planet - "handsome"?! As if!!!

"No... I didn't make a stinky!" she squeaked. "Pwomise!! I... I go boom-boom in the potty!"

She heard Steve snicker. He didn't even try to mask his laughter.

Lauren's rage was now at a fever-pitch:

"Can... can you pwease just gimme the lotion for my widdle rash? That's all I need. Pwease? Then I go home!"

Martha smiled down at her with the happiest, friendliest expression on her face. Her springy blonde curls were free-flowing down her shoulders, extending to the middle of her back; Martha radiated a wholesome, virginal purity - like she was a beautiful Disney princess, singing to her cartoon animal friends.

It made Lauren sick!

"Sure thing, cutie-pie! Let's put you on the changing table, take off your pretty dress and your -" she whispered loudly "- diaper!"

Oooooh... Lauren blushed so deeply, her face was the color of a stop sign!

"Har, har!" Steve snorted. "Diaper!"

"...Then we'll put on the lotion, make your boo-boo's go away, and you'll feel all better!" Martha promised.

"Har, har!!"

GRRRR!!!! Steve was chortling away - like he was at a fucking comedy show! That repulsive LOSER was laughing like a lunatic - and he was laughing at HER expense! Who... WHO the FUCK was HE to laugh at her?!

"Nooo..." Lauren cried, "I - I don't wanna take off my clothes and let you put lotion on me! Pwease! I... I can put it on myself! Just... just gimme the lotion and let me go to bathwoom!"

Still smiling, Martha shook her head "no."

"I'm sorry, cutie-pie. The lotion has special prescription medicine in it. I can't give you the bottle because you're too little, but the good news is, I am allowed to put it on you. Yay! So take off your clothes, and we'll make you feel soooo much better! Cross my heart, babycakes!"

Lauren shuddered in fear. Take off her dress?! She immediately gripped the edges of her dress with her hands - and pulled them down as far as she could.

Did... did Martha the Monkey actually think she was gonna strip naked for her and Steve - pose for them on a little kid's changing table - and let them lather-up her pussy and ass with their hands?! HA!!! Never!!! Not in a million, zillion years!

"If you don't want me to do it, cutie," Martha continued, "we can wait for your Mommy or Daddy to come by. I can give them the lotion because they're adults. But I'm just not allowed to give it to you, because you're still a little girl."

Her Mommy and Daddy?! Lauren took another two steps back -

Crinkle! Crinkle!

"No, thanks! I... I think I'll just go back to my room!" squeaked the little girl in the Easter dress. "I'm gonna leave now..."

But to her surprise, Martha held the door shut with her hand.

"HEY!!" screamed Lauren, yanking on the doorknob. "Lemme out!! LEMME OUT!!"

"No, cutie-pie. Since we know you have a really bad boo-boo, we can't let you leave this room without adult supervision. Legally, we'd be in trouble if you got hurt, since you're under our care. But if you'd like to wait for your Mommy and Daddy, we understand. I know it's a little... embarrassing for a young girl to get naked in front of strangers. We just can't let you leave until they come and get you - or until we apply the proper medical treatment."

Fuck! FUCK!!!

Fuckity fuck, fuck, F-U-C-K!!!!!!!!!

Lauren knew perfectly well her, ahem, "Mommy and Dady" weren't going to come. And obviously, the longer she stayed in a room with Steve and Martha, the more likely it would be that they'd figure out who she really was.

She... she was screwed!

Dammit... she was totally, completely SCREWED!!

And it was so bloody unnerving how Martha kept smiling at her. With her long, extra-curly blonde hair surrounding her head, shoulders and upper torso, she really was beautiful. Stunning. Beyond beautiful - almost like a Goddess.

You could practically hear the forest animals chirping when she spoke...

"Oh, silly me! I think I know what you're worried about," saintly Martha whispered in her ear, still wearing that stupid smile on her face.

Lauren gulped.

"You... you DO?!"

"Yes. I do now."

Lauren closed her eyes.

Oh, no... this was it: Martha had finally figured it out! She knows! SHE KNOWS!! At long last, Lauren's masquerade had come to a tragic end. She'd been outed: The great and powerful hotel Vice President's humiliating comeuppance was about to begin...

Lauren's heart was pounding like a drum.

But then the blonde-haired Goddess said with a smile: "I think you're just a teeny-weeny bit shy because that cute, handsome BOY is in the room! Am I right?"

Wha...?

...Steve?

Did that moronic bitch actually think STEVE was so irresistibly cute and handsome, he was intimidating her? Like, seriously?! Was she THAT fucking delusional???

Lauren was speechless.

But Steve obviously believed every word:

"Har, har! Yeah, don't let my dashing good-looks intimidate you, pee-wee. Her, har! I'll look the other way, or something. Har, har! No offense, but I'm not attracted to shapeless little kids."

EXCUSE ME?! "Shapeless little kids"?!

By now, Lauren's face was so beet-red, her hat was in mortal jeopardy of catching on fire!

"So what do you say, babycakes?" asked Martha, grinning from ear-to-ear and twirling her luscious blonde locks with her fingers. "You wanna take off your pretty dress, and lay down on the changing table? I promise, the handsome boy won't peek at your naked body! But only if you cooperate."

Those FUCKING MORONS!! Lauren clenched both her fists. She seriously considered punching Martha smack-dab in the middle of her face!

But before she could respond...

...Martha picked her up in the air, like she was a toddler! High up in the air!

It was literally that quick!

"HEY!! PUT ME DOWN!! PUT ME DOWN!!"

But she didn't put her down. She delicately placed Lauren on her back, upon the changing table.

"NOOOO!! I DON'T WANNA BE CHANGED! STOP!! LET ME GOOO!!!!!!"

"Honey, I just need to make sure your diaper is clean. Please - stop fighting..."

"NOOOO, DON'T LOOK!! NOOOOOOO!! I - I DON'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION!!"

Lauren was struggling and thrashing her body in a **** attempt to break free... but Martha was just too strong.

"Steve! H - help me!" Martha cried. "This little girl is REALLY strong! I've never seen a little girl so... so STRONG before!"

Lauren gulped: Steve was now strutting over to the changing table - like he was a young John Travolta heading to the disco.

Not Steve! Of all the people in the galaxy to see her like this... not HIM!

Lauren stopped fighting. Instead, she took her hands and grabbed her hat - and placed it over her face.

"Please, God," she prayed silently. "PLEASE don't let them recognize me! I... I couldn't bare the shame!"

She felt Steve grab her by the ankles.

"Okay, I got her, babe," he said. "Har, har! See how strong I am? No way she can break free! That's because I was working out with a dumbbell last week!"

"Great... thanks," panted Martha. "I swear, she is REALLY strong! Like, as strong as a grown-up woman!"

Behind her hat, Lauren gasped. Noooo... PLEASE don't figure out that I'm really a grown-up!

She started to sob...

"Now listen, cutie-pie," Martha ordered. "I won't apply the prescription-strength lotion if you don't give me permission, but I do have to make sure your diaper is clean. Otherwise your rash will get even worse. So please be still..."

Lauren felt the blonde-haired Goddess grab her dress and lift it up, exposing her diaper - but she lifted her dress so far up, her belly and tiny little titties were exposed, too. In fact, when Martha placed the dress down again, the hemline was directly beneath Lauren's chin.

"Har, har!" laughed that LOSER Steve. "Look how big her tummy is! She looks like she swallowed a basketball! Har, har!"

Under her hat, Lauren was howling in fury!

"Steve!" chided Martha. "Don't say that. A nice round tummy just means she has a good, healthy appetite. Am I right, babycakes?"

"Y - yes!" Lauren choked, still fuming in humiliation. "I... I weally had a lot of ice cweam today!"

"Har, har! Looks like you ate all 31 flavors, you butterball! Har, har!"

WTF!! How DARE he! Lauren wanted to kick that FUCKING LOSER in the face... but Steve was holding her legs so tightly, she couldn't budge them an inch.

"And babe," Steve continued, "what's the deal with her nipples? Don't they seem kinda... well, POINTY for a little girl? I mean, I thought a girl's nipples didn't get hard like that until she reached puberty. ...Right?"

Dear God... he was staring at her nipples!

SHE WAS TOPLESS, AND STEVE WAS STARING AT HER ROCK-HARD NIPPLES!!

Lauren was now sobbing nonstop under the shelter of her hat, because the realization that STEVE, of all people, was judging what her nipples really looked like was absolutely, 100 percent mortifying!

"See?" he continued. "Look at those pink, puffy things! Har, har! She has no cleavage - heck, she's as flat as a flapjack - but those nipples of hers could poke out an eyeball!! SEE? Har, har!"

It... it was too much.

"Wah! Waaaah!!! WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

Proud, arrogant Lauren exploded into loud, hysterics: She was being held down on a changing table - imprisoned by her two worst enemies - and her two little titties were being mocked and ridiculed!

Her tits!

The part of her body she was most insecure about - and had successfully hidden for years behind her C-cup falsies - were being casually discussed and evaluated by her coworkers!

It was so horrible, she could scarcely believe it.

"Har, har! They wiggle when she breathes! Har, har! It kinda looks like they're dancing!"

"Stop it, Steve!" Martha reprimanded. "All bodies are made differently, and when a handsome stud like you makes fun of a little girl's body, it REALLY hurts her feelings! Not everyone can be as naturally good-looking as you, Steve. Right, babycakes?"

"Y - yes," sobbed Lauren, "it huwts my widdle feelings! Waaah! I - I can't help what my iddle-widdle boobies look like!"

"Har, har!" giggled Steve. "Sorry about that. Okay, I changed my mind: Your pink, crayon-shaped nipples are, like, perfectly nice! Boing, boing! Har, har!"

"Waaaaah! WAAAH!!!"

Things couldn't possibly get any worse! Or so she thought...

...because the next thing she knew, her plastic Pull-Ups were being yanked down to her knees.

"Down goes the diaper!" Martha sang, like she was auditioning for the next Disney sound track.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Lauren felt the icy-cold air conditioning blow down on her pussy.

She twitched her hips and bounced up and down atop the changing table, and experienced the AWFUL, REVOLTING sensation of the chilly air pelt her privates from multiple angles.

God...

She was TOTALLY exposed!

Not only her tits - and not only her trigger-sensitive nipples - but now her PUSSY was out in the open.

"Yikes!" snickered Steve. "Check out all that baby powder! Har, har! She's caked in it, all over her puss - er, I mean her vagina. Har, har!"

"Well, that just means her Mommy is keeping her nice and dry," Martha insisted. "But you're right... that is a LOT of baby powder... it's all over her little vay-jay and crevices... Look how it's layering all the folds of her inner-thighs."

"Where?" Steve asked.

"Look closely, babe. See?"

Steve bent down to look - and he bent down within INCHES of her **** vay-jay. Lauren felt the warmness of his breath serenade her vaginal lips and mound... his face was just INCHES from her hairless snatch... OH, GOD!!!!

The hotel V.P. began hyperventilating.

She couldn't believe it: The wetness of Steve's breathing - and the heat of his face - were tickling her pussy's ultra-sensitive nerve-endings... and there was nothing she could do about it.

With all her might, Lauren kept her wide-brimmed hat pinned over her face, but the soul-crushing reality was KILLING her:

Steve was studying what her pussy looked like.

Her most private, intimate feminine part was now being scrutinized by fucking STEVE!

Mere hours ago, she was wearing high heels and a drop-dead sexy dress. Mere hours ago, the most eligible bachelors in the city were begging her for a date. Mere hours ago, Steve and Martha would've PISSED THEIR PANTS if she looked their way.

And now... she was totally stripped, disected and exposed - and at their mercy.

"Har, har! I can kinda see it... but let me get a better look...

He grabbed her thighs with his grubby hands, and gleefully opened her legs - so the outside of her knees were flat on the table, and her skinny thighs were spead out like frog-legs.

Lauren's pussy was now as wide open as it possibly could be.

"Yup, there it is!" Steve exclaimed. "Har, har! Well, not all of it is covered in baby powder. Har, har! See that wet, pink part in the middle?"

"Not that!" sobbed Lauren. "Please! Not that!"

The humiliation... it was almost too much...

"Please! Close my legs! Pleeeeeease!"

"Har, har! Hold on... I'm almost done looking...."

But then something unexpected happened:

Steve sneezed.

KERCHOOO!

"AAAAH! My eyes! It's BURNING!" screamed Martha.

"OWWWW! My eyes, too!" wailed Steve.

Wha...?

Lauren tilted her hat and peeked from under it: There was a thick cloud of baby powder in the air, hovering abover her crotch, surrounding the faces of Martha and Steve.

Lauren sat up.

Steve and Martha were rubbing their eyes and lunging around madly - unable to see a thing!

This... this was her opportunity!

Lauren looked over to the sink across the room. It had an extra-large drain, which was fueled by an enormous garbage disposal unit. Years ago, the playroom had been a kitchen, and not all of the original equipment had been removed. Martha had been begging Lauren to replace it, claiming that it was a safety issue.

Hmm...

Lauren thought quickly, slid her diaper back up her hips - and grabbed Martha's wig, yanking it off her head!

"NOOOO!!! MY HAIR!! MY HAIR!!!'

Lauren hopped off the changing table and stared at the de-wigged girl.

No matter how many times she saw it, the metamorphosis was AMAZING!

Without her pretty blonde wig, Martha went from a beautiful, golden-haired Disney Princess... to a near-bald, big-eared FREAK!

Moments before, she was a stunning Goddess - the epitome of beauty and virginal purity. Now, her ears were sticking out a mile from her head and flapping in the breeze, and her goofy crew cut had transformed her into an ugly-ass gargoyle!

Grinning broadly, Lauren scampered over to the sink, turned it on - and dangled the long blonde wig over it.

"YOU - YOU BAD LITTLE GIRL!" cried Martha. "GIVE ME BACK MY HAIR THIS INSTANT!"

Martha began running over to Lauren, but the girl in the Easter dress had an ace up her sleeve:

"Not so fast, Dumbo-ears!" Lauren ordered.

She turned on the sink's garbage disposal.

"Make another move, and I'm dwopping your pwetty yellow wig down the drain! Hee, hee! The garbage disposal will tear it into a zillion threads of yarn!"

Martha froze in her tracks.

"No! You - you wouldn't!"

"Oh, yes I wooooooould!" sang Lauren.

Meanwhile, Steve had managed to rub enough of the baby powder from his eyes that he was able to see again... and apparently, he had never seen Martha without her wig.

"Yikes... babe! Your ears! Your brown, stubbly hair! The shape of your head! You look like... like E.T.!"

Martha's jaw dropped. She instantly covered her head in her arms.

"Don't look at me! Please, Steve! Don't look! I - I'm hideous!" she wailed.

Steve didn't disagree.

"Well, lemme grab your wig back," he sighed, and began to move towards Lauren.

"Not another step!" the naughty little girl warned, lowering the wig so it was nearly in the drain.

"Steve!" cried Martha, grabbing his arm. "Do what she says! It's the only wig I have! If this girl ruins it... I'll have to look like THIS all the time! Oh, God... can you imagine what that evil bitch Lauren would do to me?!"

"Oh, I can imagine!" thought Lauren. "Hee, hee!"

Steve stopped moving.

"Kid, just give her the wig back. Okay? Or we'll tell your Mommy what a bad girl you are!" he threatened.

"I'll give the wig back," Lauren promised, "but first you'll have to do something for widdle old me: STRIP!! Both of you!"

Steve and Martha looked at each other.

"WHAAAAT?!" they asked, incredulous of the little girl's request.

"Strip!" she repeated. "Off with your clothes! Now! You thought it was SO funny to look at MY privates? Well, guess what? It's your turn! NOW STRIP!!"

Martha gulped, but acquiesced. She pulled off her top and dropped it on the floor...

Her plump belly, hairy forearms and large, bra-encased titties were out in the open. And the way Steve was gawking at her, it was clear they hadn't fooled around very much.

"Wow, your arms are even harrier than mine!" he dully blurted. "Geez, now I see why they call you a Monkey!"

She shot daggers at him with her eyes, and her left eyelid twitched in anger.

"Shuddup, Steve! Maybe if you were more of a man, you'd have body-hair, too!"

Steve looked startled.

"Take off your top, Mistew Steve!" squeaked Lauren, using her little-girl voice. "We all wanna see your supew-dupew manly physique!"

"Yeah, well..."

The startled boyfriend fumbled with his shirt buttons and tossed his shirt to the ground.

He was topless. And, well...

...despite his claims of "working out with a dumbbell," his arms were the size of toothpicks and his belly was twice as wide as his chest.

And not a lick of hair on his body.

"This is the 'cute, handsome boy'?" jeered Lauren. "He looks like a widdle kid! Hee, hee! Hey, Steve: Flex youw big, manly muscles! Give us ladies a tweat!"

Flustered, Steve raised his arms and flexed his biceps.

"Have you flexed yet, cute handsome boy?" snickered Lauren. "I can't tell!"

"Yes... yes, I'm flexing!!" strained Steve, his arms shaking. "See?! My - my GUNS! They're... huge!"

"Oh, wow! Thats SO impressive! Hee, hee!" giggled Lauren. "But now, both of you: Take off youw pants! DO IT!!"

Martha unbuckled her pants and let them drop to her feet. She stood there in nothing but her bra and panties... and those panties were striking, because they were baggy, oversized granny-panties full of wrinkles, decorated with teddy bears.

But it was her thighs that Steve and Lauren were staring at: They looked like big, hulking ham hocks, dotted with curly black hairs!

...and even more hairs were poking out of the top and sides of her undies.

"Wow, not exactly a swimsuit model, are we?" giggled Lauren. "Hee, hee! Hey, lady - do you belong to a man with a yellow hat?"

"I... I..."

"Hee, hee! You're Curious George!"

Martha was shifting her weight from foot to foot, looking so WEIRD with her nearly-bald head, big ears and lumpy, hirsute anatomy. It was sort of true: She DID look like an overweight monkey in bra and panties!

"Nevermind! Hee, hee!" Lauren snickered. "Okay, cute, handsome Steve: Your turn! Take off youw pants!"

Steve unzipped his slacks and his pants fell to his ankles. He was wearing tighty-whiteys... but there was an odd bulge in the front. In fact, something was jutting out at the top.

"Hey, what's that?" asked Lauren, pointing.

"Um... nothing!" Steve shrieked, stuffing the fabric back in his jockey shorts.

The girl in the Easter dress was grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Are you STUFFING your undies, cute, handsome boy?" Lauren teased.

"NOOOO!!!"

"Well, I think you are! Drop your undies, handsome boy!"

You could tell: Steve's confidence had completely vanished. He almost loked like he was on the verge of crying.

"DROP THEM!!"

Steve sniffled, and a tear dripped down his face. Nonetheless, he dropped down his undies.

A rolled-up pair of socks fell to the ground.

And his penis was exposed.

Lauren stared at it. Martha stared at it. They both stared at it.

Then...

...both girls started ROARING with laughter!

He had no pubes. It was like they never grew! And as for his penis....

...well.

Steve's penis was maybe two inches. Tops.

And his penis was as wide as a baby's pinky finger. Tops!

"BWAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!!" laughed Lauren AND Martha.

"Wow... Steve... babe!" Martha stammered, still laughing like crazy. "That's your penis?! I mean... that's it?"

Steve looked around, his face glowing.

"My - my penis is HUGE! Well... okay, maybe not huge - but it's normal-sized! Honest...! You... you girls don't know what you're talking about!"

"BWAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

"Sure, that's normal!" giggled Lauren. "It's normal - if you're a three-year-old DWARF! Hee, hee! But I have an experiment I'd like to try: Martha, stick your finger up his butt!"

Martha gasped. Steve's eyes grew tenfold in size.

"What?!"

"Do it! Stick your finger up his butt... or this wig is getting dropped down the garbage disposal!"

Martha's eyes darted about. But then she moved her hand behind Steve's ass...

"I - I can't do it!" Martha cried. "He's clenching too hard!"

"Steve! Stop clenching - or I'll make your life a living Hell, I swear to God. Now STOP CLENCHING!!"

Steve sighed. Another tear ran down his cheek.

And Martha wiggled her hand from behind...

Instantly, Steve's eyes bulged.

"I did it!" Martha declared. "I just did it!"

And just as instantly, Steve popped a boner.

His dick grew from two inches... to two-and-a-half inches.

"HA HA HA!!!!" laughed Lauren. "See? He's a homo!! I knew it!! Ha, ha!"

"NO, I'M NOT! I SWEAR! I'M NOOOOT!!" shrieked Steve. "I - I don't know why it's doing that!"

Lauren was laughing so hard, tears were rolling. She looked at Martha and ordered:

"Wiggle your finger around! Wiggle your finger around and see what his widdle wee-wee does!"

Martha looked at Steve... and then wiggled her finger.

Steve's boner began bopping up and down. It was so excited, it was practically bouncing!

"HA, HA, HAHAHA!!" Lauren laughed. "There's the proof! Steve is a homo! Steve is a homo!"

Steve hung his head in shame... but the more Martha wiggled her finger, the more his boner bounced. She was basically controlling his needle-dick like it was a hand puppet.

"Steve...?" asked Martha. "Are you a ho - uh, I mean, are you gay??? You seem to be getting... um... 'excited' by all this ass-stuff?"

"Noooooo!" sobbed Steve, naked and helpless, his penis bobbing like a windshield wiper. "I don't know why it's doing that! Waaaaah!"

He looked so pitiful, standing buck-naked with Martha's finger up his butt, bawling like a baby.

Lauren was just about to order Martha to strip out of her undies and do her nude little "monkey dance" when there was a knock on the door:

Bam! Bam!

"Oh my God - someone is there!" screamed Martha. "We need to hide!"

She tried pulling out her finger - but couldn't pry it free.

"Steve!" she screamed. "Unclench your ass! Let me remove my finger!"

"I... I can't!" Steve sobbed. "I'm too scared!"

(And all the while, his little prick was STILL bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down...)

"Quick!" Martha yelled. "We can hide behind those boxes in the back! Near the circuit breaker! Hurry!"

The near-naked couple trotted across the room, with their pants wrapped around their ankles and Martha's finger jammed up her boyfriend's rectum. Those two IDIOTS looked so retarded, Lauren couldn't help but smile.

Bam! Bam!

The knocking grew louder.

"Come iiiiiiiin!" Lauren sang, imagining how much fun it would be to point out Steve and Martha to a flabbergasted adult. Ha! They'll probably get sent to jail - stripping naked and anally probing each other while an "innocent little girl" is in the room!

Victory! It was within her grasp! After all the humiliations she had endured today, VICTORY was within her grasp!

"I said, COME IIIIIIIIIN!" she repeated. Lauren walked towards the door... she undid the deadbolt.

The door swung open.

It was Red, the newspaper photographer.

Lauren stopped dead in her tracks.

Red took one look at her, flashed a crooked grin, and said - in a big, loud, booming voice:

"Oh, hello.... LAUREN!! Cute little outfit you found!"

Martha and Steve's heads poked out from behind the boxes.

"I - I'm not Lauren!" the V.P. squeaked. "NOOO! I - I'm just a widdle girl!"

"Of course it's you, LAUREN!" Red insisted. "I'm not sure why you're playing dress-up, but I'd recognize you anywhere. Listen, you need to sign this release form, so I can get paid. Hurry up and sign it, okay?"

Lauren saw Steve and Martha look at each other... and then back at her.

"But... but I'm not Lauren! I pwomise! I'm not, I'm not, I'M NOT!!! I told you, I'm just a widdle girl waiting for her Mommy and -"

"Look, LAUREN," Red interrupted, "this game of yours is fascinating, but you need to sign the release form. And it's for your own good, 'cause it gives you the right to decide which photos we publish. If you don't sign it, I'm DEFINITELY gonna pick the photo of you dancing around in your baby swimsuit, making a mess of your ice cream! I love that one! Sure, your pussy is showing a little, but you look so adorable! And don't worry, we'll be careful to spell your name correctly - so everyone will know it's you!"

Lauren gulped. If that picture was published...

"Fine!" she snarled. "Give me the fucking release form!"

She yanked it out his hand and quickly signed it.

"Now get the fuck out of here!"

Red smiled.

He grabbed the hem of her Easter dress and lifted it into the air.

"HEY!!" she squealed.

"Nice diaper!"

Lauren's feet danced on the floor as she struggled to push down her dress.

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

Red smiled again.

"A pleasure doing business with you, LAUREN!"

And then he left.

Martha and Steve stepped out from behind the boxes. (Clearly, she had managed to wiggle her finger free.) They looked PISSED!

"Don't - don't make a move!" Lauren threatened, holding the wig over the garbage disposal.

But when she tried to turn it on, the motor was silent.

"Hey... what - what's wrong with it?!"

"We flipped the circuit breaker... LAUREN!" said Martha.

She walked over to Lauren, grabbed her wig back, and placed it on her head.

"Well, fine - you know it's me. Now you have **** but to let me go! Ha! I win again! And if you two LOSERS ever mention to ANYONE what happened, I'll tell the world about needle-dick Steve being a closet homo who likes his butt being poked!"

Lauren smirked and walked to the door.

But Steve got there first, and immediately re-locked it.

"Hey! What the fuck? You know it's me, dipshit - so open the fucking door!"

Instead, Steve crossed his arms.

Martha grinned.

"Little girl, you have such a potty-mouth! I think me and Steve will have to teach you a lesson!"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, that's right!" grinned Steve, putting on his undies. "And we're gonna hold you here - and pound your scrawny ass - until your Mommy and Daddy come back!"

"But - but -"

Oh shit, Lauren thought.......