As the troll spoke, Sierra couldn't stop wiggling, trying to escape from the plug, which had moved on to a burning sensation. It took another spank from the troll's massive hand to make her look up, eyes watering, and nod. "Good. And to make sure you do as you're told, the seamstress is going to go with you. Once you do as you're told, she'll let you out of your outfit and you can go home and leave me and my baby alone. But to make sure you don't run away before you finish your job, I'll give you a leash." The troll held up an open ring of iron, which looked like a link in a chain. She slipped it around the back of Sierra's choker, then, with her bare hands, pressed it closed, holding it in place and giving her a place to attach a leash, which she handed to the seamstress ghost.

The plump seamstress seemed rather pleased, smiling down at Sierra. "Come along, then, let's get this done with!" she encouraged. Begrudgingly, Sierra started to shuffle away, only for the ghost to snap. "The Mistress told you to hop, bunny!"

Sierra whimpered, inadvertently biting into the soap in her mouth as she readied herself to hop, the clenching movement only making the pain in her bottom worse, but she forced herself to make a weak jump anyway. "Come along, poppet, you can do better than that," the ghost encouraged, floating along beside her as she began to hop out of the room, cheeks bright red. They only got redder as she thought about having to make her way back to the castle like this, and what would happen if the hooded woman found her. She must be angry that Sierra had run away from her, and she had threatened to spank her even before that!

As each jump made the burning sensation from the plug grow more intense, and her whimpering made the soap lather her mouth up all the more, soap suds already starting to leak from the corners of her mouth, the idea of being seen by the hooded woman again, and even taken to be spanked by her, was almost worse than what she was going through. She didn't even know the way through the labyrinth, and while the trip hadn't been that long on her broom, walking would take far longer! Hopping would probably be even more so! The soap was making her tongue start to burn slightly, too, as if the icky taste and drooling it was already causing wasn't bad enough.

She was barely halfway down the hall before she had to stop her hopping and squirm, pawing at the thick, hot diaper around her waist. She stomped her foot, wanting to declare just how unfair this whole thing was, but unable to say anything. "Come along," the ghost told her, giving the leash a tug. Sierra couldn't do it, though. She tried to psyche herself up for another hop, but as she brought her legs together, the plug only grew more painful, and she felt her bladder twitch, then give up, soaking the cloth between her legs.

The wet feeling was much worse than it ever had been with her regular, disposable diapers, and the cloth one felt much heavier once she was done, too, an even more pressing reminder than usual of what she had done. Sniffling pitifully, she slid to her knees on the floor, sure she couldn't make it out of the castle, much less to the other one. The ghost tugged on her leash another couple times, then leaned down and patted her on the head. "Come on, dear, let's go see the Mistress."

Sierra was afraid of what the troll might do if she found out Sierra hadn't done as she was told, but that still sounded better than going through with it, so she tried to get to her feet. "Don't worry about that," the ghost told her. "You can crawl."

Obediently, Sierra did just that, crawling her way through the castle and into the dining room, where the troll had what Sierra assumed was the Archwizard sitting on her lap, feeding her what looked like oatmeal. "What is this?" the troll asked as she saw the pair enter. "Back so soon?"

"The bunny couldn't make it," the ghost informed the troll.

"Couldn't make it? It was one simple request!" the troll shook her head, setting her adult baby down on one of the chairs and standing up, stomping over to the quivering Sierra. "I think you'd better try again, don't you?"

Sierra shook her head, trying to talk through the soap until, at last, the troll handed the seamstress a knife. Sierra's watery eyes widened as the ghost came closer to her with the weapon, but to her relief she simply cut the strap around the pacifier with it, letting Sierra spit it out onto the ground. "I'm sorry!" she squealed. "Please, I can't do it! I'll do whatever else you want! I promise!"

"But you already promised you would do anything," the troll told her. "And that didn't work. Why should I believe you this time?"

"I-I will!" Sierra swore, the pain growing too intense for her to think straight.

The troll looked down at her thoughtfully for a few minutes, then said, "Maybe we can work something out." She walked away, the floor quaking under Sierra as the monster left, only to do so again a few moments later, dropping a stack of parchment onto the floor in front of Sierra, handing her a quill. "Sign this, and I'll forget about this disobedience."

Sierra wasn't even sure she could read the papers at the moment, but that wasn't going to stop her. Neither was the sight of the Archwizard at the table, shaking her head vigorously. "Y-You'll take this out, too, right?" she sniffed, rubbing her backside through her now damp diaper.

"Of course," the troll smiled at her, grabbing her hand with her much bigger one and pressing it to the parchment. The paper warmed slightly beneath Sierra's hand and glowed slightly, but the troll didn't seem impressed. "Maybe you aren't worth this after all," she said with a dark frown in Sierra's direction. Sierra gulped, not knowing what that meant, but not liking it anyway. Fortunately, the troll seemed to remember something, her face brightening a bit as she pulled Sierra's wand from her pocket. Sierra's eyes widened hopefully at the sight, and she almost thought she would be given it so she could get out of this terrible world, but instead the troll just touched it to the same spot on the parchment, which glowed much more brightly. "Now, sign."

The sight of that definitely worried Sierra. She hesitated, looking back over at the Archwizard. What was she agreeing to? Before she could ask, however, the troll picked the pacifier back up and began to push it in Sierra's direction. "I guess you'll just have to get started on your little journey again, bunny."

Sierra hurriedly signed the parchment, which glowed softly again as the troll picked it up. "Good bunny," she grinned, tucking the document and wand away. "You may remove the ginger," she told the seamstress.

The ghost let go of the leash and pulled down Sierra's diaper cover, slicing through the straps that held the plug, apparently made out of ginger root, in place. Sierra let out a gasp of relief as it was extracted from her, even if some of the burning feeling remained. She barely even noticed the seamstress's ice cold hands probing her diaper and announcing, "Wet already! Good thing you realized she was just a baby!"

Over all, it was a big improvement, despite an even larger plug being pushed into her bottom to replace it and strapped into place, the tail pinned onto the end of it. "C-Can't I just wear that on my diaper cover without that?" she asked, squirming with this new, though much less intense, discomfort.

"You would need a new diaper for that, and the seamstresses are much too busy for that," the troll informed her, even though the lead ghost had just vanished through the wall a moment ago and returned with her needle and thread to repair the straps. "Besides, we already have one messy baby in the castle, we don't need two. We'll take it out when the two of you get your new diapers at bedtime." Sierra opened her mouth to protest, only for the troll to kneel down in front of her, lifting her chin with one giant finger. "And if I hear another complaint, you're getting the pacifier again."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Sierra replied quickly. She was still drooling slightly, and she had a feeling that getting the pacifier was just a few short steps away from getting the ginger again as well.

"It's Mistress," the troll corrected her. "If you can't get it right, you won't speak at all, understand? And you're lucky I'm giving you any option. Now, since you're going to be staying here apparently, you might as well have some lunch."

"Y-Yes, Mistress," Sierra nodded, getting to her feet and starting to walk to the table. Even moving normally proved to be difficult, between the unusually thick diaper and the large plug. She only got a few steps anyway before the troll gave her bottom a swat.

"Not a very bright one, are you? You're a baby bunny! You can either hop or crawl if you want to get around!" the troll ordered.

Sierra was in no position to argue, and went back down to her knees with a sigh. The troll took her leash from the seamstress, leading her to the large chair it had been sitting at when Sierra arrived, but when Sierra tried to climb up into one of the nearby smaller chairs, the troll spanked her again.

"Bunnies like you can eat on the floor," the Mistress informed her, sitting down at her chair. A moment or two later, another ghost came through the door, this one carrying a large wooden bowl that was set on the floor in front of Sierra, revealing that it was full of unappetizing orange mush. Sierra stared at it with her nose wrinkled until the troll said, "Eat your carrots, bunny, all of them, or I'll feed them to you."

"B-But I..." Sierra tried to protest, since the ghost hadn't brought her any utensils. The troll shot her a warning glare. Sierra wasn't sure if it was because she was talking, or not eating, but either way she wasn't about to risk getting in trouble. With a sigh, she reached into the mush with her hands, bringing a handful up to her mouth.

Carrots had never been her favorite vegetable, but they were even worse when they half tasted like soap. She didn't have much of a choice, though, so she swallowed it down and went for another handful, only to discover that only the top layer was carrots. Beneath was oatmeal, another food she wasn't fond of. She glanced up at the troll, hoping for mercy, only to see the Archwizard sitting on the monster's lap in an obviously messy diaper, squirming as a huge spoon of mashed vegetables was repeatedly shoved into her mouth.

With a sigh, Sierra went back to feeding herself, deciding that was slightly better. Her face was smeared with orange and brown goo by the time she was done, and her tummy felt far too full, but she still felt happier than the Archwizard looked. "Good bunny, done already! Do you need some more?"

"No, Mistress!" Sierra replied right away, sure she couldn't force down another bite.

"Good," the troll smiled at her. "Well, then, I think it's playtime, don't you two?"

"Yes, Mistress," the other witch said with clearly false enthusiasm. Sierra parroted her, not wanting to get into trouble. The troll stood, grabbing Sierra's leash and holding the Archwizard on her hip, her hand on the girl's bulging diaper. Sierra scrambled to her feet, the burning feeling having faded enough that she felt a little steadier, and done crawling around like a baby. Unfortunately, the troll walked much faster than the seamstress had, making it much harder to keep up with her. It would have been difficult walking, but hopping, the diaper squelching between her legs with every jump, was even more challenging.

The troll led her through the halls of the castle, past the areas Sierra had already seen and to one of the spots where the wall had been caved in. Sierra was grateful when they stopped, leaning against the ruins of the wall and catching her breath as the Archwizard was put down beside her. To Sierra's surprise, the troll pulled the wand from her pocket and handed it to her. "Why don't you stay down here near me so I can see how good you are," she said, waving the Archwizard away further down the hall. "Fix my castle," the troll told her, and the witch trudged away, hands glowing as one of the massive stone blocks that had once been a part of the wall began to levitate. "You, too," the troll encouraged, patting Sierra on the bottom.

"F-Fix it?" Sierra furrowed her brow.

"That's right! That's all I'm asking of you! I took you in from the mean world outside, gave you new clothes, including these diapers you so clearly need!" Sierra blushed as the troll gave her diaper a squeeze, reminding her yet again of her accident. "I forgave you when you couldn't do the one simple thing I asked of you before! I'm even letting you play with your toy! That's what you said that was, isn't it? A toy?"

Sierra gulped and nodded, knowing she had claimed that and not wanting to go back on that, even if the troll clearly knew better. "I've heard tales of witches using these a long time ago, but I've never seen one myself. You must be very weak to need one, but maybe you'll last a little while. Now get moving."

Sierra glanced over at the Archwizard, who was now setting her stone next to the already rebuilt section of the wall, her magic causing the edges to glow slightly, melting it just enough to attach it to the rest of the structure. Obviously that was what the troll wanted her to do, too, so Sierra sighed and raised her wand to get to work.

She hoped that this wouldn't last long, that the troll would be satisfied after they replaced and repaired a few shattered blocks, but as the sun slowly made its way across the sky, the monster gave no indication that they were to stop. Any time Sierra tried to take a break of more than a few seconds, the troll swatted her on the backside, her hand big enough to hurt even through the padding, and threaten a proper spanking. All Sierra could think of, as she levitated stone after stone, was the curse. She'd been told that just staying in her transformed state would make her body and mind begin to forget she'd even been an adult, and using magic while she was like that would only accelerate it. For all she knew, all this work had sent her over the edge, and made sure she would have to grow up all over again!

She kept the words of the portal spell in her mind, repeating them over and over as much as she could to try to make sure she at least remembered that. She even tried to cast it once when the troll was busy inspecting the Archwizard's work, but as soon as she got the first word of the incantation out of her mouth, a powerful shock ran through her body from the wand. She dropped it with a yelp, gasping as she lost control of her legs, dropping her to the floor. Her diaper grew even wetter, and she could feel her tummy, which had been grumbling ominously, trying to push her lunch out into her diaper, only to be stopped by her tail.

When she finally managed to lift her head again, the troll was towering over her, shaking its head. "What a naughty bunny!" she scolded. "You're here to fix my castle, baby bunny. That's all you're allowed to do with that little toy of yours. You promised!"

Sierra couldn't remember promising this troll anything, but after a moment she remembered the contract. Was that what it did?! She didn't dare try any other spells after that, but as she glanced over at the Archwizard, she knew it made sense. That girl was supposed to be in charge of magic in this kingdom, yet she was over there docilely doing everything the troll told her! This monster was capturing magic users and forcing them to rebuild the castle!

Sierra sniffled at the realization that she was trapped here, and before she knew it, she had burst into tears. She tried not to think about how she'd been such a crybaby when she was eleven and told herself she still was, kind of. The troll watched her for a few minutes, then told her, "Get back to work."

Sierra did as she was told, but her crying slowed her production down, as did the cramps in her tummy that she could get any relief from. Thankfully, maybe because of that, it wasn't much longer before the troll announced, "All right, that's enough for today. It will be dark soon, anyway, and babies like you need their rest."

The troll snatched the wand from Sierra, who obediently dropped to her knees to crawl along behind the Mistress. She was taken back to the seamstress's lair, where they were told, "Get her ready for bed. She tried to use her magic on me, so no dinner for her tonight!"

The troll carried the Archwizard away while the ghosts crowded around the exhausted Sierra, snipping away at the clothes they had made for her. It was a huge relief when they finally pulled out the butt plug and cut off the now quite wet diaper, but she couldn't help letting out a whimper as the head mistress told her, "Don't worry, bunny, you'll get your tail back tomorrow morning!"

The ghosts seemed to realize how much weaker she felt now, not even bothering to restrain her before they started crafting her bedtime outfit around her. They started with the diaper, of course, an even thicker one than before. It was probably a good thing, too, since her cramps hadn't stopped. In fact when the next one hit, she could only gasp and grunt as her body began to push, loading her fresh diaper as her new rubber pants were put over it, then covered with a pink sleeper. It had bunny ears, of course, but also feet, mittens, and a hood that the ears were attached to. Once she was sewn in, the lead ghost turned her around and gave her bottom a pat to point out, "But see? There's a tail here, too! Oh my! Someone had an accident already!"

Sierra blushed as the ghost patted her messy diaper again, squirming and staring down at her sleeper-covered feet. "Aww, you are too precious!" the ghost smiled, reaching up to pinch her cheeks. "Once you join us, you're going to be my special model! I'll design all kinds of cute clothes for you!"

"J-Join you?" Sierra looked up nervously.

"Oh, yes," the seamstress nodded. "You won't last forever, you know. None of us did! But don't worry, it won't hurt too much! And then you get to stay here with the rest of us. But for now, let's get you to bed!"

"Ch-change?" Sierra sniffled, feeling even more overwhelmed as she tried to process all that information, including the fact that the ghost had taken her leash and was trying to lead her, full diaper and all, out of the room.

"I'm afraid not, dear," the ghost replied. "You already had your change."

The stunned Sierra was taken to the room with the crib, the lid now open to allow the ghost to lift her up and drop her inside on her mushy bottom, then close it. "Night-night, dear!" the ghost smiled down at her, fading back through the wall.

Sierra got to her knees, trying first to lift the crib's top to no avail, then attempting to find a comfortable position to lay in, which also seemed impossible. Her tummy seemed like the best option, though she still wasn't sure she'd be able to fall asleep. What was she going to do?! She'd never imagined something like this could happen! She was essentially a troll's slave, forced to use her magic to do nothing but its bidding, apparently until she died and got turned into some non-living mannequin ghost! It wasn't fair! It just wasn't!

But no matter how much she kicked her legs and pounded her fists on the crib's bottom, that didn't change things. Finally, she wore herself out enough to be still, staring around the room boredly until the troll entered, carrying the Archwizard. The other witch was now in an extra thick night diaper and a yellow onesie, and as she was put down in the crib next to Sierra she wrinkled her nose, but politely didn't complain about the smell.

She didn't say anything for what felt like a very long time, before finally whispering, "I'm sorry you got trapped here."

Sierra nearly burst into tears again, thinking about how very trapped she really was. "I-It's okay," she said. "You tried to warn me. I-I just couldn't take it! If I could have made it out, then maybe I could have found a way to save both of us! Is that what she did to you?"

The Archwizard blushed bright red and shook her head, but didn't seem to be willing to say anything more. "Don't worry about not making it. She never meant you to. The ghosts can't even leave this place. And I should have been able to defeat her myself. I'm supposed to be the best wizard in the kingdom." She sighed, shaking her head. That did make Sierra feel a little better about falling victim to the troll, but it was also worrying. The best magic-user around, and she was trapped in diapers, too! There weren't even any locks! "Anyway, my name is Aurora. Are you from around here? I don't remember seeing you, or your style of magic."

"I'm Sierra," she gave a weak smile. "And I'm from far, far away."

Aurora gave her a small hug. "You'll get back there. We'll find a way."

Sierra bit her bottom lip and nodded, not wanting to kill Aurora's enthusiasm by telling her that escaping might not even be enough for her. She went back to repeating the incantation for the portal spell in her mind, even practising her wand movement, ignoring the strange looks Aurora was giving her. She had gone through it a few times before her eyes widened and she remembered she didn't need her wand!

She wasn't sure how the contract worked, but it had seemed like it had been used mostly on her wand, not her. She couldn't use the portal spell without the wand, but maybe she could break them out of the crib! "Hold on, I got this!" she smiled proudly at Aurora, feeling sure she was about to save the day after all! She closed her eyes, raised her hand...

And stopped. She opened her eyes again, chewing on her bottom lip. She knew she could cast wandless spells, even if they were difficult for her, but no matter how hard she concentrated, that was all she knew about them. She no longer had any idea how to actually do them. The curse was working on her! Who knew what else she had forgotten?!

"Hey, it's okay, sweetie," Aurora said, scooting a little closer to Sierra and giving her a hug. Sierra hadn't even realized she was crying again until then, but once she 0did she just began to bawl even harder. "Shh, it's all right!" Sierra only got worse as she realized the other girl was talking to her like a kid, because that was how she saw her. Sierra remembered the curse, of course, but the troll either couldn't tell the difference between kid and adult humans since they were both so small in comparison to her, or didn't care, so she had almost forgotten how she looked to other people. And what she seemed to be turning fully into, if she didn't die first. She had never felt so hopeless, or helpless.

At some point, she fell asleep, still in Aurora's arms. She groaned, rolling out of them, feeling the cold, lumpy mess in her pants. The more she moved, though, the more she realized that, more than that, her diaper was wet. She hadn't done that before she'd fallen asleep! Sure, she'd had a few problems lately as well, but she'd been a much more regular bedwetter at eleven, making her feel even more certain that the curse was responsible. Immediately, she recited the portal spell again to make sure she hadn't lost that.

She needed to get out of this place, today. There had to be a way! There just had to! But she couldn't rely on her wand, and didn't know how to do magic without it at all anymore! Clearly Aurora couldn't use her magic, either, even if she didn't need a wand to begin with! What else could she do?!

Suddenly, she figured it out. She had no idea if it would work, and once she shook Aurora awake, she didn't know either. "If it doesn't, you'll be in a lot of trouble, sweetie. I don't want that. We can find a safer way."

"We have to try!" Sierra insisted. She didn't want to explain her situation to Aurora, but she knew she couldn't afford to wait around until they came up with anything better.

Aurora still looked doubtful, but before Sierra could convince her the door opened and the troll stomped through. The girls shut up right away, letting the troll take them to the seamstresses to be changed and given a fresh copy of their outfits from the day before, complete with the uncomfortable plug tail. At least it wasn't made of ginger, though, so Sierra didn't complain too much, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself.

The troll led them to the dining room next for breakfast, which was the same as the lunch the day before, and then back to work. Once again, the troll sent them to opposite ends of the wall, keeping them apart while they worked. Sierra kept glancing over at Aurora, wondering if the troll had been smart enough to see through her plan pre-emptively. The troll could easily catch up to her before she could reach Aurora, and Sierra doubted she would like what would happen then.

The troll kept ahold of Sierra's leash, which made sure she couldn't stray too far. There was no way she could get close enough to Aurora to discuss their plan any further without being overheard. On her own, Sierra could only fret about it, worrying about whether or not it would possibly work. In her mind, it made sense, but she had no idea how magic in this world worked.

She knew she probably only had one chance, and no way of knowing if her partner, who was the one doing most of the work, was ready. As the morning wore on, though, she knew she would have to do it anyway. From the sun's position, she could tell it was getting close to noon, and even though she was still feeling quite full from breakfast, she knew that meant lunch and then a nap before they were put back to work. She was determined not to eat another bite of carrot mush again, especially not with her bare hands!

She glanced back over towards Aurora, watching her as much as she dared, while still paying attention to her own work. Whoever had smashed up the castle walls in the first place had done quite the job on them, and they'd already replaced most of the bigger chunks of stone, meaning they had to take a little more time finding fragments that would fit into the open spaces well enough. Sierra was almost proud of the work she'd done, though she could tell Aurora's section was a little smoother. But even in Sierra's side, you could barely tell the wall hadn't been built that way to begin with. It made Sierra wonder how much of the castle had been rebuilt.

Finally, Aurora looked over at her as well, their eyes locking for a moment. Sierra gave her a pointed look, then, without a word or any other motion, threw her wand as hard as she could towards the other girl. She watched it spin through the air and had just enough time to wonder if she'd gotten lucky and the Mistress had just happened to be looking away when she'd done it before she felt her choker tighten as she was yanked backwards.

"Ow!" she whined, turning to look at the angry troll stomping towards her while pulling her closer by her leash at the same time. She gulped, hoping the troll would pay attention to her for long enough, while feeling terrified at that idea at the same time. "My hand slipped! I'm sorry! It's so hot out here, I was sweating, and..."

Sierra felt a flutter of joy in her chest as she saw a bolt of magic fly towards the troll, but it was short-lived. Just like when she'd tried to cast a spell, it bounced off, hitting the wall Sierra had just constructed and making it crumble. Still, Sierra was thrilled that Aurora had managed to catch the wand, or just grab it off the ground, though Sierra liked to think her aim had been good enough for the other wizard to snatch it out of the air. She was also thrilled that her hunch had paid off. The troll had mentioned the witches in this world used wands at one time, so she had hoped Aurora would be capable of doing just that, and she had also hoped that the contract that prevented her from using the wand to cast unauthorized spells only barred her from doing that, and not somebody else.

Unfortunately, she had also been praying that Aurora would know what a troll's weak spot was. Now that she saw the girl's spells bouncing off left and right as the troll continued to reel Sierra in closer to her, she realized that Aurora likely wouldn't have been caught in the first place if she'd had that knowledge. Sierra reached up for the leash, knowing that the choker wasn't coming loose, and the iron ring it was attached to likely wasn't either, trying to loosen it before the troll got to her. Aurora thought she was a kid, so Sierra had a feeling if the troll got ahold of her Aurora would hand over the wand to make sure she didn't get hurt.

The troll had kept her close and her stride was quite long, so Sierra didn't have much time. She knew that if the leash could hold up to the troll yanking on it she probably couldn't break it herself, but that didn't stop her trying when her fingers failed at untying it. It got tighter and tigher as the troll got closer, until the monster was standing right over her.

Then she nearly fell over as the tension from the leash vanished. She stumbled, confused for a few seconds until she looked up and saw the end of the leash the troll was holding, sliced neatly in two. As quick as she could in her diaper, Sierra scrambled towards Aurora. At first, it seemed like the safest thing to do, since Aurora could actually fight back somewhat, but when she looked over her shoulder she saw the troll following. Maybe she should have gone in a different direction to distract her and give Aurora more time to find a spell that worked, or somewhere to aim on the troll where magic would actually work. Instead, she had sent the Mistress right at both of them! Aurora had managed to slow the troll down a little, pulling stones out of the wall and tossing them into the monster's path, but that wouldn't work forever!

"This is difficult to control!" Aurora shook her head as yet another spell reflected off, setting a small patch of grass on fire. "It's not what I'm used to at all!"

"Sorry!" Sierra squeaked. But even in the midst of all this, Sierra felt a little hope at that, since it might mean Aurora's method of magic was completely different, and maybe something she could teach Sierra if they lived through this. If she had a different form of magic altogether, then there was no need to transform, and she could take all the time she needed to find a way out of her curse! "M-Maybe we should just run," she suggested, inching away from the oncoming troll, wishing Aurora had something other than a diaper on that she could tug on to encourage her to do the same.

Aurora shook her head in annoyance, then suddenly smiled. "You want a new wall so bad?" she growled at the Mistress. "You got it!" She turned the wand to the wall instead, and with a massive burst of magic, sent half of it crumbling to the ground. It didn't stay there for long, though, as the rocks began to glow, then shoot forward, stacking on top of one another as they moved, landing firmly on the ground in front of the two witches. A split second later, it shook as the Mistress rammed into it, not having enough time to change directions.

Aurora wasn't done yet, working quickly to slam down her next wall behind the troll, and then another two on each side, boxing the monster inside. Sierra saw the walls shake, a few stones even tumbling and falling to the ground as the troll raged, until the rocks all began to glow with warmth, sealing all the gaps between themselves to form four solid walls.

"Let me out of here, you brats! You're going to be sorry!" the Mistress screamed as Aurora took Sierra's hand and pulled her back down the broken hallway.

"That won't hold her forever, but it should keep her busy for a while," Aurora told her, before giving her a stern look. "That was very dangerous, what you did! You should have at least waited until we had a better plan worked out! She could have killed you!"

Sierra glanced down at her feet sheepishly. "Sorry," she mumbled.

Aurora gave her a hug. "You're just lucky it worked out! I want you to promise you won't do anything silly and reckless as that again!"

"I swear," Sierra smiled at her, knowing that, the way her life tended to go, she probably wouldn't be keeping that promise for too long.

It took a little searching, but before long they found the contracts in the castle's library. Despite having just lectured Sierra on her recklessness, Aurora used a quick fire spell on her own contract as a test. As soon as the flame caught hold, it turned from red to green, consuming the paper much quicker than usual and leaving nothing behind. Sierra watched as Aurora's hands began to glow and a brown tunic appeared on her body. "That's better," she said, handing the wand back to Sierra. "Thanks for lending me that, sweetie. I'd have you show me what you could do with that, but if you could, I guess we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

She didn't even bother sorting through the rest of the contracts to find Sierra's. She set them all ablaze at once, and right away Sierra could feel an invisible weight lifting from her shoulders. Even so, she started out small, remembering what it had felt like to try to cast an unauthorized spell before, casting a simple Lumos spell to create a tiny orb of light that danced happily around her and Aurora.

"You have some promise," Aurora smiled at her, reaching over to ruffle her hair. "I'd love to hear where you found that wand sometime. I didn't think there was anybody still alive that knew how to make them, let alone use them. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about." Sierra smiled and nodded. "But for now, I need to go take care of that troll. I think you'd better stay here for this, I don't think it will be very pleasant. When I'm done, you can tell me where your parents live, and I'll take you home, how does that sound?"

Sierra blushed, but nodded, watching the other girl walk away as she lost herself in thought. How was she going to approach this? Should she tell Aurora the truth, or make up some story? Should she tell the Archwizard she was really an adult, which she probably would need to discuss at some point since she needed to transform back to her real age soon, or pretend to be a child whose parents had died and needed looking after? Aurora might be more willing to take her in and teach her if she thought she was a kid, and she could claim that it was her nineteen year old self that was abnormal, perhaps an illusion she used to get by in the world after her fictional parents had been killed.

"There's my bunny."

Sierra spun around in shock, surprised to find the ghost of the lead seamstress behind her, carrying a large pair of scissors. As embarrassing as it was to admit, in all the excitement Sierra had almost forgotten about her wet diaper, which she assumed was why the ghost had come to see her. "I'm not a bunny," she pouted. "Or a baby."

"No, of course you aren't," the plump ghost said, floating closer and pressing her cold hand against Sierra's diaper before the girl could back away. "You just wet your pants like one."

"I didn't have any choice!" Sierra whined, trying to push the ghost's hand away, only for her own to go right through the ghost's arm. "I'm not a baby bunny!"

The ghost reached up, stroking Sierra's hair. "You don't have to be a bunny, dear. You can be anything you want. Just tell me what you like, and I'll make something for you." Sierra shivered, feeling the ghost's chilly fingers seeming to reach inside her mind again. This time, though, she didn't seem to be looking for anything specific. It seemed like she was just trying to touch as much of Sierra's mind as she could, reaching in deeper and further than before, the coldness Sierra felt in her head spreading out to the rest of her body as she stood there, frozen. "This won't hurt a bit."

It was almost through a fog that Sierra saw the scissors move upwards. She felt like she was stuck in a block of ice, but somehow she managed to stumble away, falling to the floor and scrambling away. "Come back here," the seamstress ordered her, floating towards her at alarming speed, scissors raised. "All my other helpers left me when their contracts were destroyed, but that's all right. We don't need them. I can think of hundreds of outfits you'd be adorable in all by myself, and I can make them on my own. And you can wear them for me. We'll have so much fun together! And all you need to do is stand still."

Sierra rolled out of the way as the ghost plunged the scissors down at her again. "Aurora!" Sierra yelled to no response as she scrambled back to her feet, backing away from her assailant. Taking a cue from the Archwizard, she sent a large tome flying from the shelves at the ghost, but it just flew through her body harmlessly.

"Naughty bunny," the ghost shook her head, positioning herself in the library door. "Your friend can't help you. She can join us, too, for all I care, but that's your decision. I'm sure she could be taught to use a needle and thread well enough to help me sew for you. But you'll know the reason she's there with us, the reason I had to kill her, was because you were being a naughty bunny. Just stop being unreasonable. I'm not moving from this spot, and you aren't getting through me. There's only one way out of this room, dear, and that's as my new little model."

"Not quite," Sierra smiled sadly. She waved her wand again, sending the door flying off, landing in the hallway, hoping that would work as a warning for Aurora to be careful when she came back to look for her.

"That won't work either, bunny!" the ghost said in a sing-songy voice, turning towards the broken door for a moment, and then back to Sierra. Except Sierra was no longer there.

In another world, Sierra let the portal close with a snap, feeling a little sad she hadn't had the chance to talk to Aurora more. Maybe she'd been a little hasty, running away so soon. She had to admit, her diaper was feeling a little wetter after that encounter. Ghosts still freaked her out, and while together she and Aurora might have been able to find a way to defeat the seamstress, Sierra didn't want to risk Aurora getting hurt on her behalf. Besides, that was only the second world she'd explored! If she'd found a potential teacher so easily there, surely she could find another one! And this time, hopefully she'd meet that teacher while she was in her normal, non-transformed and regressed state.

Speaking of that, she started to reach up towards her choker, ready to finally change back. She stopped herself short, reminding herself to take a look around first and see where she'd ended up, just in case. It looked like she'd wound up in another forest, but this time, once she had calmed down a little from her escape, she could hear the sounds of wildlife around her, and rustling, getting slowly closer to her.

All of the sudden, she felt a bump against her back. She turned, raising her wand, only to see a girl and a boy standing behind her, and a red and white ball floating there in midair, open. Before she had the chance to say anything, the world seemed to grow around her, and she felt a tugging sensation yanking her off her feet and pulling her forward into the ball, which slammed closed around her with an ominous click.

"What was that?" the boy asked, stepping forward in confusion. "I-I don't think..."

"Did you see that hole it came out of?" the girl asked, shaking her head. "I've never seen a person that could do something like that, have you?"

"Well, no," the boy fidgeted. "But still, when it turned around it looked like..."

"Don't worry about that," the girl smiled, reaching down to pick up the ball. "If that wasn't a Pokemon, then maybe it's something even better." The girl smiled, tossing the Poke Ball into the air and catching it. She'd let whatever she'd caught stew in there for a little while to make sure it became nice and obedient, and then she'd see just how powerful it really was. "Maybe with this, I'll finally be able to take on the League," she said, slipping the ball into her backpack. "I bet that Ash has never seen a Pokemon like it, either. He'll never know what hit him."