Lauren is given a new swimsuit to wear

Lauren was a control freak - with added emphasis on "freak."

It was a compulsion: She always had to control EVERYTHING.

When she was in high school and assigned a group project, she would always be the leader. Always! When she was dating a cute boy, she would always establish the rules for the relationship. And here at the Grand Palace Hotel, she was always the one in charge, telling everyone else what to do. On the rare occasion when someone was foolish enough to challenge her authority, she would CRUSH them like a bug.

It was her way or the highway... and if you fucked with her, she'd run your ass over.

Lauren ruled with an iron fist, micromanaging every detail with painstaking specificity. She didn't tolerate any second-guessing, and her coworkers quickly learned the perils of locking horns with the young, beautiful Vice President: Most of the time, she was right - and even when she wasn't, her quick-tongue and furious temper made mincemeat out of all challengers.

Countless hotel workers had learned the hard way not to antagonize her... as had her high school classmates years earlier.

Patty included.

But her penchant for being a control freak also extended to her appearance: She was ALWAYS dressed in the latest fashion. Her makeup was ALWAYS perfect. Her hair was ALWAYS flawless - without even a single strand out of place.

Even on "casual days" at the hotel - when it was closed for guests, and employees were allowed to forego their uniform and wear jeans and t-shirts - Lauren would still arrive in her five-inch spiked heels, sexy-smart business clothes (that barely contained her rockin' curves!), ruby red lipstick, fancy makeup, regal jewelry and perfect hair.

She strutted around the property like she owned the place - taking immense pleasure in showing-up all the girls (who simply couldn't compare!) and breaking the hearts of all the boys!

And that's what made her current predicament so mind blowing:

Little Miss Perfect had lost her heels, losing nearly half-a-foot of height in the process. That was a revelation, in and of itself: It turned out that Lauren was BY FAR the shortest person at the hotel - and without those glamorous spiked heels extending her legs, her thighs and calves seemed downright stubby! Like an Oompa Loompa!

Without her girdle cinched around her stomach, she no longer had a lean, trim midsection that was the envy of all the other girls (and attracting attention from all the boys!). Instead, her round, bulbous tummy stuck all the way out - comically jiggling and bouncing!

Without her heavily padded, form-fitted panties, her ass was no longer a round, juicy circle - but a pale, scrawny, girlish oval. It was like magic: All her curves - and all her femininity - had vanished!

Without her stuffed bras (and collection of falsies) to give her a busty, heaving pair of big, bouncing breasts that gloriously accented her sexy frame, her real breasts were shockingly disclosed for all to see... and nobody could believe their eyes: She was completely flat! All of that mouthwatering, busty cleavage that she paraded around, keeping hidden beneath her tight shirts (but proudly pointing in the direction of all the good-looking guys - and using to shame the lesser-endowed gals), was an illusion!

She was titless.

Titless!!

No cleavage at all - and even her nipples were pathetically small: Just a pair of puffy little nips that wobbled and shook like they were having a seizure!

Her normally well-coifed hair was now wild and tangled, and her usual cool, self-confident smirk was replaced by an expression of terror, dread and utter humiliation. Tears were free-flowing from her eyes; her nose was running; her red eyes were bouncing around like bumper cars.

And to destroy her "mature/sophisticated" reputation forever, the final capper was the display of her ghastly pale, hairless pussy. Yes, her most private part of all - the one part of her body that she kept hidden from EVERY boyfriend she ever had - was now waving at everyone in a vivid, unobstructed public airing! Her most intimate flesh... her silky-smooth pussy lips... her narrow little opening... it was all out on FULL display!

Oh, God!!

This was because Lauren was being hoisted high in the air by a pair of six-foot models, with her small arms extended and locked behind their necks, so she had no possible way to cover herself. All she could do was writhe in shame and embarrassment, kicking her legs and screaming at the top of her lungs!

"LET ME GOOOO!!! OH, GOD!! LET ME GOOOOOOO!! I - I'M NAKED!!"

"Not to worry, ma'am," said the concierge manager, Miss Lucy Lipps, who ran over to her boss, holding a brown paper bag in her hand. "I just so happen to have a backup bathing suit with me that'll fit you like, heh heh, a glove!"

"Oh, cool," exclaimed Red, the newspaper photographer. "Get her dressed right away... there's less than five minutes of decent lighting left. No time for a trip to the dressing room - just put on the suit here, and we'll get a few final shots."

Lauren's brain was spinning. She felt so helpless - so humiliated! She had been stripped NAKED in broad daylight - and the same coworkers who used to cower in fear of her were now getting to see ALL her private parts! It... it was too horrible to comprehend. They were staring at her pussy! They were pointing at her tits! They were LAUGHING at her body!

"Yes! PLEASE give me the bathing suit!" she squealed. "Please! Hurry!"

Then Miss Lipps pulled the bathing suit from the bag.

Lauren's jaw dropped.

Kirk and Patty exploded with laughter.

It was a little girl's swimsuit. Bright pink. With unicorns.

The backside had a faux-ruffled extension around the belt, with the words "BIG GIRL" stitched over the ass. The front had NO padding whatsoever - or even any separate places for a lady's cups - at the torso. Clearly, it was designed for a girl who hadn't developed yet. And instead of modestly covering her belly, the stomach area was cut open - so cute little girls can play on the beach with their round bellies poking out.

It looked RIDICULOUS!

"That - that's a little kid's bathing suit!" Lauren screamed. "I'm a woman, dammit!"

"Are you sure?" giggled Patty.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"No offense, sweetie, but you're not very womanly," giggled Lucy. She playfully flicked Lauren's small, wobbly nipples.

"Ow!!! My tits! STOP IT!!"

"What tits?" teased Lucy, continuing to flick at them. "If these itsy-bitsy baby bumps were any tinier, they'd be freckles!"

"Ow!! Ow!! That - that's not true! You're just jealous! You're ALL jealous!"

Lucy then pulled up Lauren's legs, spreading her out while everyone's eyes were raking over her.

Lauren gasped. Her heart nearly stopped

"What - what are you doing?!"

"I'm helping you put on your pretty bathing suit, silly!" Lucy replied. "Keep your legs still and don't squirm... and I'll do my best not to be jealous of your BEAUTIFUL body!"

She then pulled her legs up even higher, spreading them even farther apart...

Lauren was dying! She could feel her tummy forming hideous fat rolls as her legs were held up high - and both her lower holes opening wide...

"Oh, look!" Patty giggled. "Even her butt hole is tiny! It's barely the size of an M&M!"

"Yeah - a brown M&M!" chortled Red.

The laughter was deafening. Poor little Lauren wanted to curl up and vanish forever, but instead turned bright, fire engine red - and trembled like a leaf, baring her most sacred goodies to the audience of gawkers!

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

"Stop squirming!" Patty chided, gripping her fat rolls. "Be still, you naughty, chunky little monkey! Hee, hee!"

"WAAHHH!!"

Lucy meticulously dressed her boss one leg at a time. She then paused to admire her handiwork (Lauren saw Red taking pictures!) before pulling her arms through the open areas. Finally, Kirk and Patty lowered Lauren to the ground.

The young VP stumbled. The bathing suit... it felt so awkward! It was designed for a young girl - and even though Lauren was short, she wasn't THAT short. As a result, the suit badly wedgied her pussy, pulling up inside her - and the outside of her pussy lips were obscenely jutting out! Her left ass cheek was sticking out as well (weirdly, the right cheek was mostly hidden; apparently, the right side was stretched and the elastic had given out). She clumsily pulled down on her left side to cover up her tush, but once she let go the fabric immediately raced back up her butt crack.

She looked down: The tight-fitting fabric had COMPLETELY flattened her small chest. Her nipples weren't even showing indentions; she looked like she had no breasts at all! Nothing! Not even a modest little bump!

Further down, her round, bulbous tummy was hanging FAR out of the suit's opening, bulging out like a pale, skin-colored beach ball. It... it was horrifying!

She caught a glimpse of herself in the window's reflection.

OH, NO!!

She couldn't even recognize herself!

She... she no longer looked like a sexy, beautiful VP. Hell, she no longer even looked like an adult! They - they had not only stripped her naked, and held her up in the air for everyone to look... that would've been bad enough...

...but now, her enemies had stripped her of her womanhood!

"WAAAAAHHH!!"

"Hey, I have an idea! Yeah! This will be perfect!" Red cheered. "I know the hotel wants to showcase how family-friendly it is. Well, now we have the ideal model for that! Kirk, Patty - I want you guys to pretend that Lauren is your little sister. Go play with her while I take some last-minute pictures!"

As her flabbergasted coworkers watched, Patty and Kirk took little Lauren by the hand and led her down the pool pavilion... and the humiliated Vice President waddled off with them.