Lauren runs... but the outfit she finds is HUMILIATING!

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEAAAK!!!

The thick, wooden door separating the outside hallway from the hotel playroom was very, very, very s-l-o-w-l-y creaking open. On one side: Lauren's two arch-enemies - Steve and Martha, the dorky LOSERS whom Lauren had relentlessly tormented, teased and sexually ridiculed... and on the other, a naked, red-faced little girl with all her itsy-bitsy goodies on full display.

The icy-cold hotel air conditioning was FREEZING her denuded flesh, pelting her tender skin with goose-bumps. A harsh, winter wind filled the hallway. The floor felt like sheets of ice beneath her bare little feet; her nipples crinkled in the frigid breeze and her sphincter clenched so tightly closed, it could crack walnuts.

Even her knees were knocking together!

But the naked girl was too scared to acknowledge the cold.

If anything, she was... hot.

Boiling hot! Perspiration poured down the sides of her face....

CRRRRRREEEAAAAAAK!!

The door continued to swing open! A human shadow was cast from the doorway! Either Steve or Martha was stepping out!

It was now or never...

Lauren had a decision to make: Fight or flight.

CREEEAAAAAK!! The shadow grew bigger!

Oh, no...

She looked left, then right.

Then she looked down at her body... only instead of the reassuring sight of her big, plump C-cups, tight tummy and curvaceous hips, there was pale, white flesh: Two prepubescent little nipples wobbling like crazy, a portly potbelly, her hairless pussy (and narrow hips), and a pair of stringy, girlish legs.

CRRRREEEAAK!!

The shadow nearly touched her body! OMG!! The door was now nearly halfway open! She heard footsteps!

Lauren gulped...

...and took off sprinting in the opposite direction!

"Yo, babe," she heard Steve say, "who the heck was that by the door?"

"Oh, my! It's a naked little girl running!" Martha replied from the doorway. "With the scrawniest little butt I've ever seen! Aw, she's adorable! Hee, hee! I guess she's lost."

Scrawniest little butt?! EXCUSE ME?! Did Martha the Monkey just giggle at the sight of her naked ass as it jiggled down the hall... and say she had the SCRAWNIEST LITTLE BUTT she'd ever seen???

WTF! How... how DARE that BITCH!!

Lauren was fucking furious!

...but also terrified... scared to **** that she'd be recognized.

OH, GOD!! If Martha knew that the bare-assed little girl was actually Lauren... if she ever discovered her true identity...

So she kept running. As fast as she could.

"Little girl," called out Martha, "the ladies locker room is to the right! Did you hear me? To the RIGHT!!"

The ladies locker room! Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that? It was so obvious: The guests of the Grand Palace Hotel routinely rented out the ballroom for weddings and religious ceremonies - and to save time before and afterwards, they often stripped off their formal attire and put on their swimsuits in the locker room to party in the pool, instead of wandering all the way up to their hotel rooms to change. (And then, after a few too many cocktails, they'd stagger back to their rooms to go to sleep, leaving their outfits in the locker... and forget about their fancy clothes when they left in the next morning.)

Yes!

Lauren imagined what she might find if she rifled through the lockers: Beautiful, designer gowns that a tipsy bridesmaid left behind! European dresses! Sexy, pretty bras, ready to be stuffed! High heels! Makeup kits! Spanx!

YES!!

With a little luck, Lauren could be wearing fancy, designer clothes in no time! Martha, Steve and the rest of those losers would NEVER AGAIN have a chance to see her in, um, well... her "diminished" condition. NEVER AGAIN would they see her - GRRRRR - so-called "scrawny little butt"!

YES!!!!!

Lauren dashed to the right, and hastily pushed her way into the ladies locker room.

It looked empty.

"H - helloooo?"

No answer.

"Hello? Anyone there? Anyone?"

No answer.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lauren stumbled inside.

A glimpse of her reflection in the locker's mirror SHOCKED her soul: With her hair frizzy and her body bare, she looked NOTHING like how she normally looks! She looked like... like...

...an immature little kid who lost her clothes!

The image **** her to do a double-take. Instead of the glamorous, voluptuous vixen she normally saw - the supermodel with the perfect body and prefect hair - there was this dimunitive, naked DWARF whose tummy stuck-out farther than her tits! And it pained her to admit it, but it was true: Her pale little ass WAS scrawny!

It was a lilly-white nub with a crack down the middle. Barely a wisp of a butt! Two baggy cheeks without girth or definition.

Nothing like the juicy, round circle Lauren had flaunted for years...

She stopped and stared. A tear streaked down her face.

She HAD to find clothes.

Summoning her courage, Lauren began opening every single locker, one by one. First the right side, then the left. Then up, then down.

DAMMIT!!

Not a single item of clothing left behind!

Still, she had to keep looking. She HAD to! Otherwise, Martha and Steve would find her... and she'd be theirs to control. And punish. And pose. And touch. And humiliate. And laugh at.

...And destroy.

The naked girl began to hyperventilate. There HAD to be clothes somewhere!

There HAD to be! If there was a God in heaven... please, PLEASE find her something to wear!!

So she tore through one locker... after another. After another. After another.

After another. After an -

"Excuse me, little girl! WHAT THE HELL are you doing?!"

Startled, Lauren looked up. A fully-dressed, older woman was staring at her with her arms crossed. She was tall, lean and had her hair in a bun. Her eyes were as black as coal...

"I said, WHAT are you doing?!"

"Uh... I.... um, I mean, I'm..." Lauren stammered. "Uh..."

She didn't know what to say! Because HOW could she ever explain her predicament???

"Little girl! Are you searching through these lockers, looking for things to steal? Is that it?! Are you a THIEF?!"

"NO!" Lauren squeaked.

"Well, I think you are! And I'm going to call the cops this instance!"

The cops! Oh, no... if they came... OH, NOOOO!! Lauren had no I.D. on her! No clothes!

And an eye witness just caught her raiding the empty lockers!

If the police came - if they arrested her...

...Lauren imagined getting handcuffed - naked - by a big, burly, masculine officer who marched her through the hotel property. Her hands handcuffed behind her back. No way to shield her pale anatomy from everyone's prying eyes... the janitors... the managers... the visitors...

Naked!!

She imagined getting dragged through the parking lot, while crowds of people were coming and going... thrown in the back seat of a police car... and frog-marched into a busy police station, where she's photographed!

Photographed! From every angle!

And then her horrible humiliation would become a permanent part of public record. The media would report it: "In today's news, we have the incredible story of a hotel Vice President who had been secretly stuffing her bra and wearing a girdle. When a hotel guest saw her naked in the locker room, nobody could believe she was actually a grownup. It turned out that without her fancy clothes and stuffed bra, she looks just like a little kid! We have the full report, plus pictures!"

OMG! Pictures! They'd get the pictures from the police... soon, everyone would know. The photographs would be on the Internet... when anyone Googled her - any of her old boyfriends - they'd be treated to naked images of the flat-chested little DWARF with the scrawny ass that she just saw in the mirror...

It... it was too much.

Her lower lip quivered. Her eyes bagan to water. Her face turned bright red. She stood there, as naked as the day she was born, trembling like a leaf... and erupted:

"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! WAAAAAAAAHHHH! WAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

She lost it.

"WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

The sexy, sophisticated Ice Queen who ruled the hotel with an iron fist was transformed into a naked little girl, blubbering like a newborn. She clenched her fists and stomped her feet:

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

The old woman's expression changed in an instant.

"Oh, poor baby!" she exclaimed. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to scare you. Did you simply forget which locker you left your clothes? Did you, sweetie?"

Lauren wiped her nose with the back of her hand and sadly nodded.

"Aw, you poor thing. I didn't mean to scare you. Here, blow your nose..."

The old woman walked over to her and held a hanky over her face. Lauren looked up: This old granny was at least a foot taller than her! She felt so tiny... so insignificant.

She blew her nose: HOOOONK!!

A stringy line of snot clung from her nostrils to the hanky; the old lady maternally mopped it up, like Lauren was a clueless infant.

"Blow again, sweetie."

HOOOONK!!

"Th - thank you... sniff, sniff," Lauren squeaked.

"Good girl," the old woman replied, patting her on the head and putting the hanky back in her purse. "Why don't you go shower yourself so you're nice and clean, and then I'll show you your locker. I noticed the locker next to mine had clothes in it... I'm sure it's yours, sweetie."

Lauren sighed in relief! So there WERE clothes here! Thank the Lord... she'd finally be able to cover herself. And not a moment too soon! Her nightmare was almost over...

"I - I don't need to shower, ma'am. I just wanna get dressed. Now!"

The old woman shook her head.

"Don't be silly. Look at you: You're a sweaty, dirty mess. No wonder you have a diaper rash on your bum-bum and little hoo-ha."

Startled, Lauren looked down. That awful rash! The red bumps on her pussy had gotten even redder and blotchier!

It was like a slap across the face: A senior citizen was scrutinizing her vagina!

She nearly fainted.

All at once, Lauren was devastatingly aware of her own nudity... and the piercing, judgmental way the old lady was apprising her body - raking her eyes over EVERY inch of her fully-bared anatomy - was sending shockwaves of humiliation up and down her spine!

She felt so exposed... so ashamed.

Lauren quickly covered her chest with one arm, and wedged her hand over her crotch. Blushing furiously, she crouched as low as she could.

The old lady laughed.

"Sweetie, you don't need to hide your boobs! Until a girl begins to develop, nobody cares what her boobs look like. And besides, you still don't have any big-girl hairs on your hoo-ha yet! Hee, hee! Put down your arms and stand up straight, silly girl!"

WHAT did that old bat just say??? Until a girl begins to develop???? Nobody CARES what her boobs look like?? Her "hoo-ha"?! Did she just say... did that FUCKING BITCH just call her most sacred body part - her vagina - her feminine flower - a "hoo-ha"?!

NOBODY CARES?!

She was Lauren, dammit!! SHE WAS LAUREN!!!

She was the sexiest, most sought-after Princess in the city! A smoking hot sex symbol who had ALL the best-looking men in town eating out of the palm of her hand!!

NOBODY CARES?! Are you kidding??? She's a fucking GODDESS!

But now.... without her clothes... without her curves... what could she do?

Lauren choked down a sob, lowered her arms and stood up straight, exposing her naked body once again. Her tummy jutted out, and her nips bounced ever so slightly as she hyperventilated.

"Good girl!" the old woman crowed, patting her on the head. "One day - far, far in the future - you'll have big-girl boobs. Your body will change and you'll be a woman. But let's be honest, it won't be happening any time soon!"

Lauren's face turned so deeply crimson, it looked like she might explode!

"Now go shower, sweetie. And be sure to wash your bum-bum and hoo-ha extra-thoroughly."

"Y - yes, ma'am!" she squeaked.

It had been YEARS since Lauren had felt so childlike... so helpless... so submissive. With her head bowed, the naked V.P. trotted to the shower and turned it on.

WHOOSH!!

Lauren was always an intensely private person. She had NEVER showered in a public place. Not even in high school P.E. class. Back then, she begged and pleaded her Mom to give her a medical excuse to skip P.E. because of her phobias about her body. And her Mom did just that. NOBODY saw her naked.

Ever.

Now, all her worst fears were coming true...

Standing wet and soaping herself - while this old lady was watching - was SOO horribly embarrassing! She sorely wished there was a door she could lock and hide behind... but alas, the shower was out in the open, in plain view of this nosy, old stranger.

"Good girl!" the old woman directed - like Lauren was a stupid adolescent who had never showered before. "Soap under your arms. That's where you get stinky. Yucky! Soap-up your tushy, too. Clean your poo-poo hole. Otherwise your rash will only get worse."

There was steam rising from Lauren's body - and it wasn't just because the water was hot. She was SIMMERING with rage and humiliation! But she took a deep breath, lathered up her armpits, and then proceeded to grind the soap inside the crack of her ass.

"That's right, sweetie. Rub your tushy totally clean. Take your time and do it right."

"Y - yes, ma'am!" Lauren squeaked.

"Good girl! Here's a trick I'd like for you to try: Bend over, aim your bum-bum at the water coming down, and let the shower do the dirty work. Go on... try it. You'll be as clean as a whistle in no time!"

Ooooh... Lauren wanted to KILL this woman!

"Y - yes, ma'am," she spat out, "thanks f - for the hint."

Mortified beyond belief, she bent over, pulled open her cheeks, and waved her fanny at the shower stream.

She couldn't believe what she was doing!! And this OLD BAT was staring at her nonstop!

The water was warm. It gently massaged her anus and clitty... it felt so... strange.

So wet.

"You're doing an excellent job, sweetie. Okay, that's enough."

Flustered, Lauren stood up.

"Now widen your legs so you're standing bow-legged. Like you're riding a big, tall pony! Then grab the soap and use your hands to wash your hoo-ha."

"Wh... what?! WHAT?! WHAT did you say?!"

"I know it sounds odd, sweetie, but little girls need to clean themselves extra-well. Or they'll get infections in their hoo-ha. And that ugly diaper rash will never go away."

"But - but... I don't -"

"Don't back talk, missy! It's for your own good! Either YOU do it - or I'LL do it for you!"

Gritting her teeth and trembling with rage, Lauren turned around to face the old lady. For a split-second she considered drawing a line in the sand and telling this deranged old bat to GO TO HELL...

...but she chickened out.

Instead she stood up straight like a good little girl, adopted a bow-legged pose... and proceeded to clean her crotch in the shower.

The old lady kept her eyes on her the whole time:

"Very good, sweetie. A liitle more to the left... then the right... now up and down. Excellent! Now rinse, rinse, rinse! You don't want to leave any soap up in there. That's how you get rashes."

"Y - yes, ma'am!" squeaked Lauren.

You couldn't tell because her body was dripping with water, but Lauren was weeping uncontrollably, overcome with emotion. How... HOW did this happen?! She was scrubbing her hairless snatch - while a total stranger told her where and how to rub!

Every instinct she had BEGGED her to fight back - to declare that she was Lauren, dammit - a legendary sex symbol - and NOBODY orders her around!

"Rub harder, sweetie. You need to do a better job. Rub! Rub!!"

"Oh... okay! Sorry!! I - I will! I'm sorry!"

But stripped of all her clothes... all her bravado... all her pads... all her stuffed undergarments... the proud, arrogant Ice Queen submitted to the old lady, spreading her snatch wide with her fingers.

Scrub, scrub, scrub!

Naked and ****, she posed bare-assed in the shower - the water cascading off her body - and scrubbed away with all her might... spreading her pussy and cleaning it inside and out.

The old lady nodded approvingly.

"I... I think I'm done now!" Lauren cried, continuing to stand bow-legged, so the stranger could inspect. She had NEVER felt so violated in all her life.

"Are you suuuuure?" the old woman asked.

"Yes, ma'am!" squeaked the wet, naked girl. "See? Take a look! My widdle hoo-ha is all clean! I did a weally gooood job!"

Why... why am I talking like this, Lauren wondered??? What... what's happening??? I'm NOT a stupid kid! I'm not, I'm not, I'M NOT!!!

But she stood there bow-legged, scrubbing away at her hairless pussy...

I'm a gorgeous adult woman! In her twenties! In her sexual prime!

...right?

But for some reason, she couldn't help herself: "See? My widdle hoo-ha is all clean! I'm a goooood widdle girl! Yay! I'm a clean widdle girl!"

Lauren clapped her hands, like she was super-proud of herself.

"Way to go, sweetie!" the old lady complimented. "Now turn the water off and come over here so I can dry you."

Off went the shower.

Dripping wet, Lauren waddled over to the stranger, who held a big, fluffy towel in her hands. She looked up.

"Pwease dry me now!" Lauren squeaked. "I'm all wet! My widdle body will get cold!"

"Of course, sweetie. Hold out your arms... I used to do this every night for my granddaughter, back when she was as small as you. Oh, the memories!"

The old lady's granddaughter was certainly a clean little girl, Lauren thought: The old lady took her time to towel every part of her body, from head to toe. Her tummy... her inner thighs... her ass... her "hoo-ha"... her chest... her nips... every inch was rubbed repeatedly, until it was completely dry. When that was done, the woman towel-dried her hair, rubbing it over and over again, until it was a frizzy mess.

"Yay! I'm all dwy now!" clapped Lauren. "May I pwease have my clothes! Pwetty pwease?"

"Why, certainly, dear."

She opened up the uppermost locker and pulled out a dress.

Lauren's jaw dropped.

Oh. My. God!!

It was a white and pink Easter dress. With Tweetie Bird embroidered on the middle. And ruffles.

Along with a matching hat.

"That... that's my dwess?!"

"Why, of course it is. There are no other lockers with clothes in them. This is yours. It has to be... right?"

The dress was beyond revolting! It was immature... horrendous.... why, if she wore that horrible dress... if anyone recognized her in it...

It would almost be WORSE than being caught naked.

Bar-none, it was the single most humiliating outfit a self-conscious woman could wear!

"Lift your arms up, sweetie."

"Okay!" she sobbed.

Next thing she knew, she was wearing the Easter dress. It was so ungodly hideous: It flattened her chest into a pancake and comically fluffed out to the sides, SMASHING all illusions that Lauren was once a curvy, womanly adult.

Or was ever an adult at all.

Poof:

Her feminine mystique... all of it... it was gone.

Just like that.

Then the old lady put the hat on her head.

"Aw, you look so adorable, sweetie! Come, look in the mirror. You're as cute as a bunny!"

The old lady took Lauren by the hand, forcing her to stand face-to-face with her reflection.

And what reflected back was NOT the prim and proper, ultra-intimidating Ice Queen whose sexy, sophisticated good-looks made other women mad with jealousy - and had scores of men lusting after her!

No...

No!!

In the mirror was a homely little girl with a face full of freckles and a dazed look in her eyes. With wild, frizzy hair under her ridiculous Easter hat. And wearing an outlandish dress that looked like it came from a 1955 Disney cartoon!

No tits. No curves. No makeup. No long, straight hair that was ironed and sculpted.

Not even a HINT of her being an adult woman.

"That... that can't be me!" she gasped.

"Oh, but it is!" exclaimed the old woman. "It's you! But we forgot one thing..."

Lauren looked up.

The old woman was holding a pair of pull-ups. They were plastic, pink and had teddy bears all over them.

Lauren's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"No. NOOO!! I... I don't wear pull-ups! I pwomise! I... I wear big girl underpants! PWEASE!! Don't make me wear THAT!"

"Well, that's what's in your locker. Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. Nobody will know. It'll be our secret. Here, hold up your dress so I can put them on you."

Still in a state of shock, Lauren hiked up her dress to her armpits. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror:

Her tiny little nipples were wobbling in semicircles. Her round, plump belly stuck out from her body. And her pale, hairless pussy was dotted with red bumps - the telltale sign of diaper rash.

This... this was HER now!

THIS is what Lauren had become!

The sands of time stopped moving. The wretched image of the exposed, goofy little girl in the mirror was eternally seared into her memory.

This was her.

But then the old lady paused.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, sweetie. You can't wear pull-ups without baby powder! Your rash would get even worse."

"B - baby powder?!"

"I'll need you to lay down on the bench, sweetie. Hmm, not this bench... this bench is not nearly long enough. Here, give me your hand. And put down your dress, silly! No need to flash your little hoo-ha. What's the matter with you?"

"I... uh..."

"A lady should be modest. Put down your dress! Nobody wants to see that!"

Red-faced, Lauren dropped her dress like a hot potato and took the old lady's hand.

The old lady marched her to the bench directly in front of the locker room's front door.

"This bench is longer... you can fit on this. Okay, lay down here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Soon, Lauren was flat on her back, staring at the overhead fluorescent lights. It was so bright... it was hard to see anything!

"Lift your legs up high, sweetie. As high as you can! Try to touch those lights with your feet."

"Okey Dokey, ma'am!"

As Lauren extended her legs and pointed them up at the ceiling, her ruffled dress retreated to her body, falling to her rib cage. Her spindly legs, hairless pussy, scrawny tush and round tummy were on display once again.

"I'm weady to be powdered, ma'am. Pwease powder me! Huwwy, before anyone sees me!"

Then the door swung open.

It was Patty.

Patty.

Lauren's old enemy from high school.

"Sorry, I forgot my purse," Patty said.

But then Patty looked down at the bench.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Patty could barely believe her eyes: Was this... the great and powerful Lauren?! In a pink and white Easter dress?! And matching hat?! With her legs up in the air - and her privates out in the open?!

Then Patty saw the old woman with a pair of pull-ups in her hand.

"PULL-UPS?! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

"Oh, hello!" the old lady greeted Patty. "My, aren't you a beauty!" She looked down at Lauren. "Isn't this woman beautiful?"

Lauren's lower lip quivered and her eyes watered.

"Y - yes..."

"See, sweetie? This is what an adult woman looks like. Boys want to look at her. Not you! Now do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes... I do!" she wailed, "I... I sure wish I looked like her!"

"Maybe one day, sweetie, but you'll need to drink a LOT more milk."

Patty snickered.

Lauren's face scrunched up. Her face turned redish-purple. She looked like she was either about to scream in fury... or was PRAYING for the earth to swallow her whole and spare her this horrible humiliation!

"Miss?" the old woman asked Patty. "Miss, would you please watch my little friend for a moment? I left her baby powder in the locker, and I don't want her to fall off the bench and get hurt."

"Baby powder?! Hee, hee! She needs... baby powder?!"

"Yes, for he diaper rash. See? All those little bumps around her hoo-ha and bum-bum? See? Right there... and there... and THERE!"

"Hee, hee! Yeah, I see 'em now! Hee, hee! Sure... I'd be happy to help this cute little kid!"

The old woman walked away, and Patty gazed down at her ex-high school rival... who was still sticking her skinny legs up towards the ceiling, exposing her gaping pussy and tiny little bunghole, clutching the top of her dress to her ribcage.

"My, my! I've certainly learned a great deal about you today, haven't I, Lauren?" Patty gloated.

"Patty... please... please... you can't... PLEASE!!"

"Hee, hee! Who knew you were such an ADORABLE little girl! All those years, when you were parading around with your make-believe boobs and pretending to be a grownup... it turns out you're just a pathetic, flat-chested little baby - who needs to be powdered and diapered! Ha!!"

Patty pulled out her phone and aimed it at Lauren:

"No, Patty!! NOOOO!!!"

Click! Click! Click!

"No pictures! PLEASE, Patty!! No pictures!"

Click! Click! Click!

"Nooooooooo!!!"

Her legs flailed high in the air and her ankles swiveled - like she was riding an imaginary bicycle - but all it did was give Patty an even more obscene view of Lauren's gaping pussy... and of her winking anus.

"Pull up your dress a little higher! Show me those baby bug-bites you used to call tits!"

"Please... please... I don't wanna! Patty, don't do this to me!!"

"I said DO IT!!"

Blubbering, Lauren hiked her dress even higher and flashed her itsy-bitsy little nips. They were diamond hard, bright pink and vibrating like they were recording an earthquake that struck 10 on the Richter Scale.

"Hee, hee! There they are! There are your pink little baby-bumps! Hold that pose -"

Click! Click! Click!

Roaring with laughter, Patty put the phone back in her pocket. She then leaned down and whispered in Lauren's ear, while twirling her left nip in her fingers:

"If you ever show your face again - if you ever challenge me, or try to get cozy with Kirk - these pictures are going on Facebook! Twitter! The World Wide Web! Everywhere! It'll go viral! You got that? You in that Easter dress! Your inch-high titties and bug-bite nipples! Your diaper rash! Your wide open pussy and round little asshole! Everyone will see you - the REAL you!"

"Yes, Patty!" she sobbed.

"Now, I wanna hear you say it: Who is the better woman, me or you?"

"You are, Patty!" the little girl sobbed. "You are the better woman! You... you're better than me! Wah! Wah! You're better than me!"

"And WHY am I better?"

Lauren paused for a moment, as she laid flat on her back with her skinny legs spinning skyward, her tiny titties bouncing, her pussy dancing and her belly bulging. Then she blurted:

"'Cause... you're a real woman, Patty... and I'm just a bad widdle baby playing make believe! Wah! Wah!"

"Haw, haw, haw, haw!!!!"

The old woman came back.

"Thanks for watching my small friend," she told Patty. "Little girl, thank the beautiful woman for watching you."

"Th - thank you, bwootyfull woman!" Lauren squeaked.

"Aw, my pleasure!" giggled Patty. She looked down at Lauren one last time. "See you around... I hope! Ha, haha ha...!"

Lauren gulped and wiped the tears away, watching Patty prance out the door, still giggling... and staring at her phone.

"Okay, sweetie," directed the old woman, "pull your thighs to your chest... good girl! I have the powder ready... here we go!"

Woosh, woosh!

The cool, silky baby powder quickly caked her ass and pussy, layering her privates with the silky white substance. It was so soft...

"There we go! Now put your legs down, sweetie. You're ready for your nice, new pull-ups now."

"Yes, ma'am!"

First one leg, then the other. The old lady expertly wiggled the material beneath Lauren's rear end and hoisted the pull-ups high up on her hips.

It was so tight!

The plastic crinkled when she breathed...

The old lady pulled Lauren onto her feet. The tiny girl stumbled, but then regained her footing.

"Th - thank you for dwessing widdle ol' me!" she squeaked, with her girlish eyes wide open.

The old woman kissed her on the forehead.

"My pleasure, dear. You be a good girl now!"

"Okey Dokey! I will! Yay! Thank you for making me so pwetty!"

Still in a state of shock, Lauren waddled out the locker room door, her plastic pull-ups crinkling with every step. She only made it a few yards out...

Then the hotel playroom's door swung open.

It was Martha.

"Oh, there you are! Mrs. Helmsworth called: She said a little girl had a bad rash and needed some help. That must be you! Come on in, cutie-pie!"

Lauren lowered her Easter hat to shield her face and waddled into the playroom...