Grand Theft Auto... And Clothing

"Here's your water, Ma'am." Felicia said as she sat the glass down in front of Janet. Setting the plastic cup down in front of Lauren, she said, "And I know that you said she wanted a water as well, but a little girl her age is still growing, so I thought I'd bring her some chocolate milk instead."

Lauren balked at the woman. Milk?! In a kiddie cup?! She was perfectly fine with the water, but this?! And she didn't even ask her if she was okay with the substitute! And "a little girl her age"?! How old DID these idiots think she was?

"Thank you very much." Janet responded as she held back a giggle, much to the annoyance of of the little diapered woman in the high chair in front of her. How dare this woman laugh at her?!

"Have you decided what you'd like, or do you need a few more minutes?" Felicia asked as she pulled out her notepad.

"Yes, I think I'll take the grilled salmon." Janet said as she handed the menu back to Felicia.

"Good choice." The waitress said before turning her attention to Lauren. "And what would you like, Cupcake?"

Lauren blushed a bright pink at the nickname, humiliated by all that was happening to her right now. Knowing full well that it was unlikely that the waitress would give her the normal menu, Lauren looked down at the kid's menu, sighing as she tried to find the least embarrassing item on the menu.

"Um, I-I'll take the -" Lauren stammered, only to get cut off by the sound of tires screeching. The sound getting the attention of almost everyone in the restaurant.

Looking up, Lauren looked out the window to see a light blue car speeding down the street. What was actually kinda amusing was that the car looked almost like...

"My car!" Janet cried out as she jumped out of her chair, a look of horror on her face. "Someone just stole my car!"

Lauren gave a small, smug smile. That would certainly teach this lunatic not to drag her out in public after stripping her down to her diaper and throwing her clothes into the... Backseat of her...

Lauren's smile immediately fell, instantly replaced with a look of horror that matched Janet's. If Janet's car was stolen, that meant that Lauren's clothes had been stolen, too! And since her wallet, which contained her ID and driver's license, and her phone were in her pants pocket...

"No!" Lauren shrieked, stretching out her arms as she realized her situation. She was now stranded in the middle of town with this insane psychiatrist's assistant with no money, no proof of her identity or age, no way to get back home, and worst of all, no clothes except for a diaper!