Full re-enrollment.

Oh, it'd be wonderful. Just for a short while, half a day.

Lauren had it all in her mind, and it seemed so simple that there would be no problems.

Lauren would go to school, her old high-school.

It was just a mile and a half down the road and classes had just started back up.

It would be so easy, Lauren admitted to the mirror, to peel away the years by just reducing her healthy use of makeup, maybe just a push-up bra, and no jewelry, she'd fit right in!

She even had her old school-Id.

She'd go in the morning, her diaper under her leotard under her old school clothes.

She'd park across the street, walk over when classes changed, sit in on a class, have lunch, and then sneak into the auditorium, traditionally empty except during play's and rehearsals, both of which took place after school.

She'd shuck off her old clothes, like a cocoon, she'd emerge a beautiful butterfly, flitting about in her leotard before streaking out the back, racing to her car, and crashing in her apartment with this out of her system and a lifetime of bath-tub memories.