Sierra quickly stepped through the portal into the forest, shutting it closed behind herself with a sigh. It had taken a little while, but finally she was out of that strange world of superheroes! It hadn't even been a villain that had kept her stuck there for so long, either.

Abby had taken her home after her fateful rooftop encounter with the Double Dueler and immediately set to work, binding her tightly in place and tucking her away. When the Dueler came by to question Sierra, Abby claimed that she had managed to escape, keeping her as her own personal plaything until, finally, Sierra was able to get a hand free to touch her choker and get away for real. She still felt a little stiff from being bound for so long, but the fresh air was perking her up.

Right away, she reached up towards the jewel on her choker, transforming back to her regular age, feeling relieved to see her body grow back the way it was supposed to be. She was wearing what she had been before the regression, which was simply a light blue dress she'd stolen from Abby's closet, which meant it was a little too big for her. As she looked around, wondering what sort of place this new dimension was, she somewhat regretted her quick reaction, changing back and cutting herself off from immediate use of magic, but not enough to make herself transform back again already. In the future, though, she would have to remember to wait for a few minutes so she could at least get an idea of how dangerous her new surroundings were.

Fortunately, there was nobody around to threaten her safety or witness her transformation. There wasn't much of anything around at all, other than trees. It didn't look particularly promising to her in her quest to find somebody or something to help her break the curse, but changing back again and casting another portal spell would have taken up most of the rest of her stamina. Since this place looked safe enough, it would be a mistake to go through all that and risk landing in immediate danger she wouldn't have the strength to deal with. Besides, it was hard to tell what was beyond the woods.

She knew she should probably wait there among the trees until she had rested a little, but after a few minutes of sitting on the forest floor, she started to feel bored. Taking it slow, she began to walk away, making sure to stay as quiet as she could, just in case there was anything more threatening than the birds flitting around the branches over her head lurking there.

Other than a few squirrels, she didn't see or hear any signs of anything else for a while. The trees began to thin out, giving her a better view of what was beyond, which didn't look like much other than an open field. She only hesitated for a couple seconds before stepping out into the open, since there didn't seem to be much of a reason not to. It really was quite peaceful, even if, otherwise, this trip almost felt like a waste. It wasn't a huge surprise that there were some empty worlds out there she could have gone to, and probably a lot that were worse than this, but casting the portal spell wasn't easy, and she knew she needed to use as little magic as she could until she could reverse the curse, or she'd be stuck as a kid until she grew back up again.

She yawned and stretched, feeling the warm sun on her skin. Lazily, she wandered over towards a hill off in the distance, deciding to climb it as a last ditch effort in looking for any signs of civilization she wasn't expecting to find. As she got higher, however, she began to notice something even further away, stretching upwards. She started moving a little faster, shocked at finally seeing something that seemed to be man-made, getting a better view of what she soon realized was a fortified wall with a castle at the far end, with some much smaller houses outside.

After so long with no signs of life, she was happy to see anything, even if they didn't look very advanced. That might even be better, in fact! As she went down the other side of the hill, she stumbled across a dirt road and started to follow it. As it took her closer to the castle, she considered finding another path to get closer to the wall, but it didn't seem necessary, especially once she saw some a man out working the fields. Once she saw him move, she looked around quickly for a place to hide, but he just waved at her peacefully.

She gave a shy wave back, taking the opportunity to look closer at the man and what he was doing. He looked normal enough, but his clothes were very simple, and he didn't have anything more advanced than a basket with him as her gathered his crops. She'd had to tell herself not to leap to conclusions just because she'd seen a castle, but sure enough, it looked like this place really wasn't very technologically advanced. That could be a good thing, since that meant it was possible any magic users that were around might not be in hiding like they were back in her own world, or it could be bad if there wasn't any magic and she revealed herself as one. Would they treat her like a goddess, or try to kill her?

Luckily the dress she'd stolen from Abby was simple enough that she didn't think it would stick out too much as long as nobody looked at her too closely, and long enough to cover up her shoes. And since she had stolen it, and from Abby who had kept her bound and diapered for so long, she didn't really care that she was getting it dirty walking down a dirt road.

As she got closer to the wall and began to see more people, her suspicions were even further confirmed. Everything seemed normal for a medieval world, at least as far as Sierra knew, at least until she saw the drawbridge leading through the wall, where the main town seemed to be. There were a pair of knights standing guard, swords at their waists. That wasn't too odd by itself, but as she was looking at their waists, there was something else that looked unusual. It was only when she looked beyond them, to the town inside the walls and the residents milling about and what they were wearing, that she realized why.

They were wearing diapers! She hadn't noticed any of the people outside in them, though some of them were wearing loose enough clothes they might have been hiding them. The people inside the castle looked richer, however, and quite a few of them were wearing obvious diapers, making no effort to hide them.

She froze in place on the drawbridge, biting her bottom lip. Right away, she worried she was back in the diaper dimension, perhaps some part of the planet she hadn't been on before. The more she thought about it, the less likely it seemed that there would be somewhere this primitive in the same world as the robot nurseries, but maybe she'd somehow gone back in time as well. That shouldn't have happened with the portal spell, but she had, as always, been in a hurry to cast it! Something could have gone wrong! There was really no way to know for sure.

She did feel better when she was able to walk into the castle past the guards with only a strange look. If it had been the diaper dimension, she would have expected them to not let her in without a diaper, but they didn't seem to mind too much about that, or see her as any kind of a threat. She got a few dirty looks from the padded townspeople as well, but still nobody bothered to stop her. There seemed to be quite a few guards among the crowds, but they weren't paying her any attention either, so she just continued walking around, searching for some sign that a magic user lived there somewhere that might be willing to teach her some things.

Before she could find anything, she heard a gravelly female voice behind her, demanding, "Have you seen the witch?"

Sierra spun around worriedly to see a large, redheaded woman in purple and black armor, black hood, and a large, uncovered diaper, her bare arms and legs covered in scars. There were a couple other guards around her, but compared to her they almost seemed harmless. She was questioning a group of civilians, all of whom looked quite intimidated. Sierra really hoped this woman wasn't talking about her.

Fortunately, one of the women answered, "N-No, I haven't seen the Archwizard for several days. I swear!"

Despite wanting to stay as far away from the large, hooded woman as she could, Sierra snuck a little closer to hear better. She wasn't sure why they might be looking for this Archwizard, but at least it didn't sound like magic users were seen as evil here. And whoever the Archwizard was, she might be powerful enough to help Sierra!

Unfortunately, nobody in the group knew anything. After a few more minutes of interrogation, the hooded woman and the guards moved on to more civilians. As they turned towards her, Sierra gave a little squeak and ducked behind a building, peeking around the corner to see which way they were heading so she could follow and eavesdrop some more. The sight of the hooded woman's face made her seem even more intimidating, as Sierra saw that she not only had a black hood, but an eyepatch and her one good eye was yellow.

Following the woman around to a few more questionings, Sierra overheard that the most anyone seemed to know was that, a few days ago, the Archwizard had headed off to investigate the ruins of an old castle to the north, and hadn't been heard from since. Sierra kept an eye out for any magic shops or anything as she followed this woman across the town, but the longer she went without seeing any, the more certain Sierra was that her only choice, other than just moving on to another dimension, would be to find this Archwizard herself.

She trailed them for a little longer, trying to hear as much description of where the Archwizard had gone as she could, always doing her best to slip out of sight when the hooded woman turned her way. She was feeling pretty proud of herself, too, as she ducked around a corner for what she decided would be the last time, sure that she could find this place on her own. Just to be safe, she took an extra few seconds to sort through everything she'd heard first, to make sure it all seemed to make sense, then turned to head back out towards the gate, only to find her path blocked.

"What do you know about the Archwizard, girl?" the hooded woman demanded, looming over Sierra.

"N-Nothing!" Sierra gulped, realizing only now that she was right in front of the woman just how much bigger she really was.

"You can't fool me that easily!" the woman said. "You've been following me around for quite a while now, acting suspicious! You know something, and I'll find out one way or another what it is! You should feel grateful I'm giving you the chance to just tell me! You're lucky I don't just spank it out of you!"

As Sierra stared at the woman, she could finally make out the writing she had seen from the distance decorating a strip of cloth that hung in front of her diaper. It proclaimed her the "Royal Pain", and that, along with the skull underneath it, didn't make Sierra feel very good about where this encounter was heading. The woman seemed to be convinced that Sierra knew something, no matter what she said. It only seemed reasonable for Sierra to get out of there before she could do anything about it!

She turned to run away, only to feel the woman's hand close around the back of the dress, bringing her to a halt. Sierra gasped as she felt herself being pulled back towards the woman. For once, she was glad that she was wearing something she'd stolen from Abby that was too big, because that made it much easier to slide out of it and go dashing away. Unfortunately, since that was the only thing she'd been wearing other than her shoes, she had to do so almost completely naked, but at least she was able to get away!

She could hear the woman shouting orders to the other guards behind her and knew she didn't have enough time to stop and find something to cover herself. Instead, she stuck to the back alleys as much as she could, taking every twist and turn she could until she was sure she had enough distance, then reached up to touch the gem on her choker. "Glitter, rainbows, kitties and flowers! Magical diaper, give me my powers! Abracadabra!"

In a flash of light, her clothing problem was solved as her magical girl outfit formed on her in the rainbow light of her transformation. It was actually almost worse than usual, since she usually had her old clothes to hide the changes going on with her body, but now there was nothing to hide the regression her body was going through until her dress and diaper appeared over her. On one hand, she hated the feeling of the padding pushing out between her legs again, but at the same time she had felt pretty skeevy running around commando, so it might have been an improvement, almost. And she was glad that the diaper wouldn't seem too out of place here, though she was still feeling apprehensive about the idea of spending much time in a place where that was the case.

Knowing that the light of her transformation had probably made it much easier for her pursuers to follow her, Sierra tapped her wand, glad to have it back in her hand, against the nearest door, which led into the back room of what turned out to be a diaper store. She was rather surprised to see disposables there on the shelves next to the cloth ones she had expected, although when she thought about it, now that she wasn't directly in front of the frightening woman, the one she'd been wearing had been a disposable.

She didn't want to spend too much time wondering how that had come about in this world, especially when she spotted just what she'd been looking for. She grabbed the broom, leaning against one wall, and cast a spell on it before taking it outside and straddling it. She'd never been the best at riding brooms, or at the spell that gave them the power of flight, making it a bumpy ride, but it got her back over the castle wall just as she saw the guards turning the corner towards the diaper store's back door.

She let out a yelp as the broom twisted beneath her, nearly throwing her off. She gripped it tighter, steering down closer to the ground. She considered getting off and walking, but this should be quicker, and as long as she didn't go too high she would be okay even if she fell. And somebody who was the Archwizard of a kingdom, even one so seemingly obsessed with diapers, could surely help her out, so she wouldn't have to worry about how much magic she used now!

She almost wished she hadn't spent so much time listening as she steered off the road and over another patch of forest, because after a couple more minutes it was quite clear where her destination was. Stone walls rose up from the ground, nearly as tall as the trees, and as Sierra flew over them, she could see that they formed a labyrinth. She was definitely glad she had grabbed a broom to fly on now, or who knew how long she would have been stuck in there! At the center stood an even bigger castle than the one she'd seen before, but also much older. It was much simpler, and had either fallen apart or seen some kind of combat, because one side had crumbled in, and one of the towers had collapsed. It didn't look like a place anything other than ghosts would live, the thought of which made her skin crawl.

There had been ghosts at school, of course, but she'd never completely gotten used to them, and they were all relatively nice. She could remember her first time seeing them, though, back when she was just a little older than her body was now. Nobody had warned her about them, and when she saw one float through the wall in front of her, she'd let out a scream and even wet herself a little. She was glad most of their uniform was black, and for the long robe to hide the wet spot even better, but it had still been humiliating to sit through her first meal at school in damp underwear. She'd gotten more used to them since then, but even in the best of times they made her uncomfortable. The feeling was only amplified now, but she wasn't sure if that was because she was physically back to the same age she'd first encountered them, or because she was in a strange place.

She landed in front of the castle, leaning the broom against the wall. She wanted to take it inside with her, but she knew it would just get in the way. Even if she needed it, by the time she managed to clamber back on top of it whatever she was running from would probably have already caught her. She gritted her teeth and pushed against the heavy door as hard as she could for a few seconds before realizing it would do her no good and she finally just used her wand to open it instead and slipped inside, ready to use a Lumos spell, but surprised to find torches already lit.

The castle felt even bigger on the inside, and from where she was, she couldn't even see any signs of damage. She felt positively tiny as she made her way down the long, tall corridor, her footsteps echoing all around her. Her grip tightened on her wand as she continued on, now wishing she'd spent more time eavesdropping, or even asking some questions of her own to see what people thought might live in this place to prompt the Archwizard to check it out.

It almost didn't seem like anything was there. She peeked into several rooms, annoyed that even the doors inside were so heavy she couldn't open them by hand, finding a huge dining hall with one huge chair at the head of the table and what seemed like dozens lining the sides, a kitchen, and a library, all of which were clean, but none with any other sign of being habitated. Part of her wondered if it was part of some general housekeeping spell that had been cast on the place before it was abandoned, and another part thought it, along with the torches that lit her way, was something the Archwizard had done. Maybe the guards were just jumping the gun! Maybe the Archwizard had found this place and was busy trying to get it back in working order because it was so cool!

The longer she stayed in there, the less anxious she felt. She had to resist simply calling out, "Hello?" to make it easier to find the Archwizard. Room after room turned up nothing unusual, making her feel all the more confident that this was just a case of a witch getting caught up in renovating what could be a new hideout for herself rather than anything sinister.

She barely even hesitated as she waved her wand and opened the large wooden door that led into what looked to be a sewing room, full of dress forms and fabric. The forms made her a little uneasy, looming there like armless, headless people, and she even jumped a bit when she first saw them, only to laugh at herself. She shook her head, glancing over the room one last time before preparing to move on, trying to convince herself that the strange shadows the mannequins cast on the wall from the flickering torchlight didn't bother her, no more than the transparent women her eyes drifted past once, not quite registering.

Her head snapped back towards them a moment later, however, swallowing a yelp and fidgeting in horror and embarrassment as history repeated itself and she felt a trickle of pee make its way into her diaper. Right there, staring straight at her, was the ghost of a tall, plump woman, surrounded by a few thinner, younger girls, dressed much like the villagers at the other castle, though without diapers.

"Why, hello there," the fatter one, who seemed to be in charge, said. "Are you here for a change of clothes? Come on in, sweet, I can't wait to make something for you!" Sierra gulped, taking a few steps backwards as the ghost's expression changed. "Where do you think you're going? Wait, where is the Mistress? Girls, I think we have another intruder! Get the Mistress!"

The other ghosts came floating at Sierra, who swung her wand, slamming the door shut. Of course, they were ghosts, so even as she turned and began running down the hall, she could see them starting to materialize through it. She ran as fast as she could, regretting now that she had left the broom behind, desperate to round the corner before they caught up, then magicking open a random door and practically diving inside, repeating the spell to slam it shut behind her.

Even as she stood there, hands on her knees, staring down at the floor as she tried to catch her breath, she could tell this room was different. The floor was covered in a soft rug, and as she began to look up, she could see several large toys lying on it, and as her own breathing calmed, she began to hear another very soft, muffled voice. As she raised her head, she saw a huge crib on one side of the room, carved out of stone and with a lid, almost making it look more like a cage. Inside there was a girl with blue hair, wearing a headband, a pacifier strapped into her mouth, and a huge cloth diaper. She didn't look like any sort of Archwizard Sierra had expected, but she could feel some kind of power coming from her, despite her current position.

"A-Are you the Archwizard?" Sierra asked, taking a tentative step closer. The girl nodded, clearly trying to say something else but failing to get anything intelligible out from behind the pacifier. "I'm here to rescue you!" Sierra declared.

It was only then that Sierra felt the floor shake slightly beneath her feet. At first she thought it was a tiny earthquake until it happened again, and again, coming closer and closer together, getting stronger and stronger. The girl in the crib's eyes widened, her muffled warnings growing more desperate. Sierra looked around the room, searching for somewhere to hide. She had no idea what was approaching, but she also had no desire to find out first hand!

Other than the crib, which was no good, there really wasn't anything in the room to hide behind, and it was only once Sierra fully processed that fact that she realized the better plan might be to just run. The top of the crib looked quite heavy, so she didn't even bother trying to lift it by hand, raising her wand to begin levitating it instead.

She had only managed to make it float a few inches above the crib when the door swung open behind her. With a gasp, she lost her concentration, sending the crib's lid slamming back into place as Sierra turned just in time to see a troll standing in the doorway. It didn't quite look like the trolls she was used to, but from its size, its green skin, and ugly, warty face, Sierra had little doubt that was what this was. It was in a simple brown dress, its hair long and black, making Sierra sure it was a woman, even though its voice was still deep and booming, probably due to its size. It towered over Sierra, who, by contrast, looked like a small child, barely more than a toddler.

"What do you think you're doing?" the troll demanded, bending down and reaching towards Sierra. "That's my baby!"

Sierra felt her diaper growing wetter at the sight of the troll bending down, its huge hand coming towards her. Her mind reeling as it tried to remember what she'd learned about trolls. She knew that, at least in her world, they were resistant to magic because of their size, but they had a weak point... She just wasn't sure, on the spur of the moment, what it was. She knew she should recall it, and the fact that she couldn't only distracted her further, making her wonder if it was because of the horror of what was happening, or if it was the result of the curse started to effect her memory already.

Either way, she only managed to fire off a pair of stunning spells which just bounced off the troll uselessly before its huge, green hand closed around her wand arm. "No!" she squeaked, feeling incredibly vulnerable as she realized this monster's hand nearly covered her entire arm, and as the troll reached its other hand down to grab her wand away, it looked like a trinket.

"What is this, a toy?" the troll demanded, letting go of Sierra's arm.

"Give it back!" Sierra demanded, jumping up down and reaching for it, even though, as the troll straightened up, she knew there was no way she could reach it. "That's mine!"

The troll looked down at her and laughed, then started to close her hand around the wand. "Maybe I should just break it!"

"No!" Sierra cried, her eyes widening. That was her only way out of this world and back home! Not to mention her only way back to her real age! "Please, don't!" she whimpered, falling to her knees and begging. "Please, I'll do anything! Don't break it!"

"Anything?" the troll stopped closing her hand, considering. "I already have a baby, but you looked cute hopping up and down like that. You looked like a bunny. A little baby bunny. That's what you can be."

"O-Okay!" Sierra agreed, nodding. "J-Just give me back my toy, and I can be your bunny!"

But the troll just slid the wand into a pocket on her dress, swatting Sierra's backside so hard the girl nearly fell over. "Bad bunny! Bunnies can't talk!"

"I'm sorry!" Sierra squeaked automatically, earning another smack on the backside before the troll grabbed her arm again, pulling her back down the hall and to the door with the ghost seamstresses, pushing that door open easily and shoving Sierra inside.

"This is my new baby bunny," the troll announced as the smaller seamstress ghosts floated towards Sierra. "I'll be back with her tail."

The door swung shut behind Sierra, sealing her in the room with the ghosts. Immediately, she reached up towards her choker to try to transform back, thinking that she could immediately change yet again to get her wand back, but nothing happened. She had time to try unsuccessfully once again before the ghosts grabbed her with their cold but surprisingly strong hands, and pulled her over to the fat one, sitting there waiting. Apparently without her wand she didn't have the power to go through her transformation! She was stuck like this, at the mercy of the curse slowly eating away at her memory and abilities to make her truly a child again, until she could retrieve her wand!

Obviously ghosts were different in this world as well, since they felt very solid as they yanked her across the room and shoved her against one of the dress forms, snapping a pair of ankle cuffs at the base closed around her feet, then pulling wrist cuffs from the back of the form to secure her hands as well, tightening the chains holding them in place to leave her standing there, arms wide, as the leader approached her.

"What is this?" the ghost asked, its cold hand running up Sierra's legs to her diaper. "This is like the one the baby was wearing when the Mistress found her! It simply doesn't look thick enough to do any good! I can't imagine why anyone would put them in these. Why don't we find out?" The ghost looked down at Sierra's eyes, then, before the girl knew it, she could feel that same cold sensation from its touch inside her mind. She gasped, pulling against her chains uselessly as she felt her memories being shuffled through.

"My, my, the world has changed," the ghost seamstress said after a few moments as Sierra shivered at the strange, cold invasion. "I think I've found the perfect outfit for our little bunny, though. Prepare her."

"Stop it!" Sierra protested as she was stripped naked, several pairs of scissors snipping away, cutting her magical girl costume to bits. She knew that wouldn't matter much when she was able to transform again, if that ever happened, but she still struggled and whined as she lost her clothes yet again.

It didn't last long this time, however. "Start with the diaper," the head seamstress ordered. "We know she'll need that! I'll draw up the rest of the patterns."

As the plump leader of the ghosts sat at her table and began to sketch out her ideas, the other ghosts began cutting out layers of thick fabric, pressing them to Sierra's crotch and wrapping them around, quickly and efficiently building a very thick cloth diaper. There was nothing she could do to stop it other than whine, "I don't need this! Let me go!" as they snipped away, yanking the cloth tight, though strangely she could feel a bit of a breeze right at her backside, even as they got out their needles and thread and, to Sierra's horror, began to sew the diaper in place, ensuring it wasn't coming off easily.

As the last couple finished up with that, the others crowded around their leader, looking at her patterns and then scattering, grabbing more supplies. Just as the last stitch was put into Sierra's diaper, they floated back in, surrounding Sierra and wrapping her in more fabric. They loosened her chains enough to pull her away from the mannequin and get the cloth behind her back, letting her feet loose for just a moment as they constructed socks and shoes around them, touching her face with something wet, constantly working all around her, so quick she couldn't even keep up.

Before she even knew it, they were done and pushing a large mirror in front of her. She gasped at the sight, hardly able to believe what she was seeing! On her feet were a pair of shoes she could remember having seen in the baby section of a store, and having wished they were in her size. The toes had a bunny's face on them, the ears stretching back towards her ankle, and there were even little fluffy tails on the back of them. They were clearly meant for a little kid, but here they were, fitted exactly to her! From there, they had constructed rainbow striped thigh high stockings, topping with a bow, which reached almost to the thick diaper. Above that was something else she had seen in her own world and found adorable, but not bought because she thought it was too immature looking. It was a pink hoodie, its hood pulled up over her head to show off the bunny ears sewn into it, and a pair of tassels with pom-poms on the front bouncing against her chest as she fidgeted. One of the ghosts attached the bow from her costume to the side of the hoodie. On her face, they had used some sort of make-up to paint her nose pink and draw in whiskers across her cheeks.

If she'd seen a little kid dressed this way, she would have thought they were just the cutest thing, but now that she was in it herself, all she could think was getting away. Before she could try to beg the ghosts to help, however, the door opened again and the troll re-entered, her giant hands full.

"Please, give me back my toy!" she whimpered, staring up at the monster. "I just wanna... Mmph!" Her eyes widened as a pacifier was shoved into her mouth. The ghosts sprang into action, sliding a strap over top of it, cutting a hole in it to allow the handle to slip through, and sewing the strap closed behind Sierra's head. Still trying to protest from behind the pacifier, she wrinkled her nose as she realized its bulb was actually made of soap, whimpering as she felt the suds begin to form from her mouth movement.

"That should teach bunny that she shouldn't talk," the troll declared. "Now let her go so I can give her her tail." The ghosts began to undo the chains, just as Sierra grew sure she didn't want them to. As she looked up at the troll's hands, she could see it was holding what looked like a butt plug with a large, fluffy bunny tail on the wider end. She remembered the hole in the back of her diaper and began to squirm worriedly, barely even registering the fact that the plug looked odd, strangely organic, like it had been carved out of some kind of root, before the ghosts' cold hands spun her around and, before she could do anything, it was pushed into place.

She gasped at the feeling of it pushing into her, making her feel quite full and uncomfortable. "Perfect fit!" the lead seamstress exclaimed, walking around behind Sierra to fluff the tail a little, which did indeed fit perfectly over the hole in Sierra's diaper, as the other ghosts quickly constructed a tight harness of straps all around the diaper, holding it tighter to Sierra's body, but, more importantly, holding the plug in place.

It was right about the time that they finished that Sierra realized there was more to the plug than she'd expected. It was uncomfortable enough on its own, but that feeling just kept growing worse, changing from just a full sensation in her backside to a strange tingling sensation. She whimpered, trying to reach behind herself to grab at it, just to have her hands pushed out of the way as the last part of her outfit was pulled into place. It was a diaper cover, the outside covered in white fur, the inside made out of rubber, made to fit perfectly over her diaper, with a hole for her tail. The thick diaper had been warm enough on its own, but almost instantly as these were snapped into place, it began to feel even more like a sauna, even as she began to wriggle and gasp as the tingle from the plug began to grow more intense.

"This," the troll told her, patting her right on the tail, forcing the plug further into her bottom as she squealed silently, causing more suds to form in her mouth, "is for trying to steal away my baby. I'm not stupid, I know what you were doing! And you're going to make sure it doesn't happen again. You're going to be a good little bunny and hop back to wherever you came from and tell them to leave me and my baby alone. Do you understand?"