It's the wrong house

Surprisingly, the door opened for the little, drunk, and naked woman, Lauren giggling as she scurried into the house. She then plopped herself on the couch, leaving the door wide open as she laid her full body out.

Lauren closed her eyes and was soon out like a light, snoring heavily as slept on the couch. As Lauren slept, not once did she feel a warm puddle beginning to form on the couch around her lower half, no doubt from the amount of drinks that she had at the party.

A few hours later, Lauren groaned as she put her hand to her head, rubbing her temples as she felt the mother of all hangovers.

"Ugh..." She muttered, "No more **** unless it's a special occasion."

As the little woman felt her eyes fluttering open, she looked around with confusion on her face. This wasn't her living room, so what was she doing here?

Suddenly, Lauren felt a draft move over her body. Looking down at herself, Lauren went wide eyed at the sight of her naked body greeting her. She let out a shriek as she brought her legs to her chest, curing herself into a ball. She was naked! All of her secret shames were on display!

Her flat chest, her chubby butt, her paunch, her short height. Everything! How could this get worse?!

That was when a strong pneumonia smell wafted up to her nostrils, causing her to scrunch up her nose. What was that smell? Lauren looked down and gasped in horror as she saw a large wet stain on the couch she was sitting on. Her face went redder than a tomato.

Not only did she pass out drunk on the couch of someone else's living room, she had wet it too!

"What in the world?!"

Lauren froze at the voice, slowly looking up as all the color drained from her face. Standing at the door was a woman in her early forties, her brown eyes wide in shock at the sight in front of her. The little woman whimpered in embarrassment as this stranger stared at her for several seconds.

After about a minute, another emotion replaced the surprised look on her face...