Lauren's Set-Up

Diaper bags were loaded up and Gina's hair was done, those pigtails held in place with over-the-top ribbons. Today's outfit was her "mature" dress, a colorful pop art dress with little bunnies going up the side of her skirt. It actually covered her diaper, not that the bar in the stroller would allow that. Plus some lace topped ankle socks with her shiny maryjanes.

The doorbell rang. Samatha left Gina in her playpen to go answer. As expected it was Lauren, in her blue athletic top, showing off that toned tummy and tiney black shorts that seemed painted on.

"Morning Momma W, you're relief has arrived!" Lauren announced, pulling a silly pose.

"Wonderful, I put the schedule on the fridge, emergency numbers are with it. Remind Tom to pick up Gina's diaper rash cream, for her ass when some unhelpful brother leaves her sitting in her mess too long." Samantha explained. Gina groaned internally at how over specific she had been.

"Oh Gina has a rash?"

"No, it was caught early enough but he over treated it, had to have gone through half a tube. When I changed her this morning I'm surprised anything to get out with how he plastered over her holes. Poor baby must have been so uncomfortable."

Her mom wasn't wrong, but her mom also didn't have to keep talking about her crotch in such detail to anyone who barely asked. Facebook has trained that generation to overshare or something.

"Well I'll be taking Baby Gigi to the park, need to get my steps in!" Lauren explained, turning around to do a calf raise and show her toned legs.

"That sounds wonderful, be sure to bring her water." Samantha added before grabbing her keys to leave. The only safety net Gina had left was Tom, probably playing some foreign voiced hentai game. Gina was now alone with Lauren.

Lauren knelt down to be eye level to Gina. "Susan had quite the profitable day. Letting students see Cutie's return to the boy's locker room for $10 a pop. She had to, since Cutie only earned something like...90 cents. All of those johns for not even a dollar. Cutie must have put the experience before profit."

Gina was already trembling. Susan had started out as such a helpful friend through this terrible existence, but now she was doing what Gina had been teaching, exploit others, make money, fuck their feelings. Gina wouldn't be just the overgrown baby at school, now she was going to be a pay-for-play punching bag to all the students that she had trampled as queen.

"While the dress is cute, we're going to be working up a sweat. Lets go change."