Stacy

Lauren felt that the only person who wouldn't recognize her and could be trusted looking after a child.

"Wait a second", Lauren thought, "I could tell her that Liz is an adult! She won't have a choice but help her. I mean ME! I mean, oh I hope things don't get too complicated..."

Still standing outside her apartment, she quickly hid in the stairway so none of her neighbors would hear or see her conversation and find out she was in fact the stone cold fox they thought was their neighbor. She shivered at the thought of them laughing at her childish body and deceitful attitude. She gulped and hoped Stacy would be quick.

"Hello, Stacy? It's Lauren. I'm sorry for calling you out of the buyer like this, but you're the only one I can count on right now. My cousin Liz is at my apartment, but she told me they building is getting fumigated and she needs someone to come get her. Unfortunately I'm on the other side of town running errands. Could you pick her up and take her to your place until the building is fine being fumigated?"

Stacy was eager to please, so she happily agreed.

"By the way, she looks really young, but I assure you she is an adult, so don't treat her like a child." Lauren added.

Stay quickly dismissed it with a quick "yes", and hung up.

"Oh, I forgot to mention Liz would need some clothes..." Lauren thought aloud, looking at her message attire.

Stacy arrived ten minutes later, and was dumbfounded by the person she found. Lauren had said something about her looking young, and something about whether she should be treated like an adult. Or was it a child? Stacy couldn't remember now. She wanted to call Lauren back, but she feared that if she did, her crush would think she couldn't handle a simple task! No, she had to figure out what was going on.