Lauren is dressed

Two more servants entered carrying the garment. Lauren cringed. How many people in this strange place were going to see her naked? She cupped her body protectively. Bad enough this crazy mage had seen her whole body, she didn't want others seeing it as well!

Unfortunately the women did not know or care what Lauren wished. The two servants batted her concealing arms away and began dressing her, putting her feet in this 'scared child's' garment and working it up her legs. It stuck around the thighs, forcing the servants to yank and wriggle it into place. Then they rolled the garment up over Lauren's torso. While one did this the other slipped on shoes, and then something onto Lauren's tangled, still wet hair. Lauren, shocked and baffled, was at least grateful to be clothed.

"Ah there!" The mage said. She took Lauren around the arm and guided her towards a large mirror. "Perhaps now you will recognize yourself as the sacred child!"

Lauren froze in front of the mirror. She looked absurd! This 'sacred child' garment was a hot pink leotard eblazened with gold inlay and sparkles. It had poofy shoulder pads and small ruffled skirt around the waist that was purely decorative. The worst thing was it was clearly undersized on Lauren. It compressed her chest, even her normally perky nipples, making her look totally flat. Her belly bulged in the middle. Her pale, stubby legs stuck out each leg hole. Turning, she saw a good portion of her ass cheeks hung out of the outfit. Topping it off was a pair of hot pink flats, not high heels like she preferred to wear, and a tiara stuck on her damp, messy hair. That was it. No Spanx, no underwear. Not even any makeup!