Gone With The Wind

As Lauren started walking she tried to reassure herself that she was a grown-up in a city of grown-ups, surely-

"NICE DIAPER!"

"BABY WANT HER BABA?!"

"SHE CAN HAVE MY BABA!"

"SICK, SHE CAN'T BE OF AGE!"

"IS THIS A STUNT? ARE WE ON TV?!"

"SHE WILL BE!"

Each jeer made Lauren lose more of her meager confidence and go faster and faster into the wind.

Lauren's little legs, sticking like toothpicks from her fluffy diaper, waddled as quickly as they could, but it couldn't be fast enough, especially with the high wind fighting her, it was like all nature was against her!

Then something happened that made her run a little easier...like the Ancient Olympians.

She looked down...denuded but for booties!

Throwing her head back she saw her diaper being blown away in the air, perpendicular to her.

Lauren ran out into the street and made a grab for the soft, juvenile cloth.

Just out of reach.

"COME BACK DIAPER!", she screamed, bringing more laughter from the onlookers.

The crowd had grown huge...too huge. It couldn't be all for her, it was like...

*CRASH* Cymbals, uniforms, OH...oh God...NO.

SHE WAS IN THE MEMORIAL DAY PARADE.

AT THE HEAD!

CHASING AFTER HER DIAPER....UNSUCCESSFULLY!