Soon enough, you were swimming in what were once your clothes.
“My God!” Your dad’s voice called.
“What the Hell?” Your mom shouted.
“Lala, go bye-bye?” Molly asked from her booster seat (the tot couldn’t pronounce Laura).
“Where’d she go?” Emily inquired.
“I’m right here!” You answered as you wrestled out of your cloth prison and popped out of your shirt, wearing your training bra like a hat.
“Laura?” Your father questioned.
“Lala, squeaky!” Your baby sister giggled.
“How did this… Why…” Your mother stammered before lifting you into her arms, your shirt draping over her arm like a cape, and she hugged you. “My poor little baby!”
“Mom!” You protest as you squirm in your mom’s grasp, not enjoying Mom’s attempts to comfort you like Molly after a nightmare, “Put me down!”
As a result of your wiggling, your final piece of clothing fell to the floor. “I see Lala’s booty!” Your baby sibling laughed.
Emily said nothing but grinned slightly. “Be nice!” Mom scolded, “Your sister’s in a delicate place right now.”
“Booty, booty, booty,” Your baby sister sang as she swung her legs in joy.
“Molly!” Your mother looked ready to spank her youngest daughter.
“Honey!” Dad objected. “She doesn’t understand what’s going on,” Your father looked at his laughing child.
“Booty, booty, booty!”
“Maybe we should get Laura some clothing,” Dad suggested, “And figure out what to do.”
“From where?” Mom demanded, “She’s too small for Molly’s clothes.”
“Um,” Emily spoke up with a mischievous smile. “I think I have some clothes in my room that would fit Laura.”
“No way!” You shout, “I’m not wearing any of her clothes!”
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