Fully dressed.

Lauren stood in the middle of her room of her room clad only in immature underwear. She shivered, feeling exposed, and hurriedly went to finish dressing. First she grabbed the blue pleated skirt. She pulled it up around the waist. All that held it in place was a cheap zipper on the hip: she remembered that causing her all kinds of humiliation as a kid, and blushed at the thought.

The skirt, made for a smaller girl, barely made it past her panties. In fact, when she experimented moving, she found she flashed rainbow panties in the back, since the skirt wasn't designed for a backside as admittedly bulbous as Lauren's.

Next, the blouse. Lauren pulled it on and buttoned the oversized, dorky buttons. The poofy sleeved, silly top barely made it to her belly button, leaving a few inches of belly pushing out. It also was so tight it utterly accented her flatness.

Lastly Lauren pulled on the tights. These white tights took more struggle than anything else to get into place. They were far too small, stretched right to the edge of ripping. Her thick thighs bulged over the top of each tight, a little mini muffin top on each leg.

Lastly Lauren finished the look with two pigtails. Feeling butterflies in her stomach Lauren stood before the mirror to see the results of her little game of dress up.