Sierra bit her bottom lip, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet as she wracked her brain. There was a loud bang on the door she'd just slammed and locked, making her yelp and wet her diaper. Her heart pounded as she felt the thick padding between her legs grow warm and wet, helpless to stop it, feeling pretty certain that she ought to be able to, but completely unable to think of how to do such a thing.

After a moment, she shook her head, realizing after another slam on the door that she had more pressing matters to deal with. She'd felt so certain that this would be the world where she finally broke the curse! How could it have gone so wrong?! She shuddered as she thought of what was on the other side of that door, and how it had kept her trapped, and transformed, for so long.

Long enough that she could barely remember the portal spell now. She whimpered, trying to think, not wanting to mess it up and wind up somewhere wrong, somewhere that she might end up in an even worse position than she was now. But where should she go? Home was probably the safe bet, since she didn't know if she would be able to use this spell again after this time, but at this rate, she would be a sitting duck for the person who had cursed her in the first place! She'd spent all this time, searching through all these worlds for someone who could break the curse, or teach her a new form of magic, had it really all been for nothing?

There was one person who had almost helped her, she remembered. She had seemed to be pretty knowledgeable about magic, and had helped Sierra out, even if Sierra had wound up having to run away. She didn't know if her friend could help her out or not, but she seemed like her best bet. If nothing else, if she couldn't, she might at least be able to get Sierra back home, if it came to that.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the spell, and her destination, and just as the door began to splinter open, a long, hairy leg starting to poke through, the portal opened and she leapt through. As soon as she fell through into a familiar forest, she reached up, pressing the jewel on her choker and feeling her body grow back to its normal age.

She climbed shakily to her feet, looking around to make sure the spell really had taken her where she thought it should. It definitely looked the same, but she didn't know for sure until she headed for the hills she thought she'd gone to last time. Even when she wasn't transformed, her memory was getting a little fuzzy lately, and she'd been stuck as a kid for quite a while that time. Besides, most forests looked about the same to her anyway.

The forest had felt very peaceful and nice the last time she was here, but that was before her adventures in this world. She knew that trolls, at least, were real in this world, and ghosts. Who knew what else existed here? Forests always seemed to have the worst monsters, so now she was just eager to get out before she found out what else could be hiding among the trees, waiting for her.

She wasn't sure if her prolonged transformation had made her more clumsy, or if it was just her nerves, but she seemed to be having a more difficult time walking through the forest, hopefully on her way to the castle. She was constantly tripping over vines, nearly falling over more than once, making the trip through the forest take much longer than it should have. She was almost at the edge of the woods when she actually did fall, yelping as she lost her balance and collapsed to her knees.

Cursing, she tried to stand up, only to realize she couldn't. She looked back, confused, and saw that her feet were somehow completely tangled up in a vine this time. She tried to kick them free, to no avail, then started to reach back to pull them away, only to realize that her wrists were now tangled up in vines as well. She frowned, sure she remembered catching herself on a pile of dead leaves, without a vine in sight in front of her. She struggled helplessly, trying to break free and get off of her hands and knees, when she saw a pair of feet approaching her.

"Help me!" she pleaded. "I can't get up!" She looked up, wondering if she was lucky enough to have stumbled across Aurora, the blue-haired wizard she'd met the last time she was here, again already, but that was not at all who was standing over her, smirking down.

This woman was much taller, more slender, and more beautiful. She was stunning, in fact, so much so that Sierra could barely help but gasp at the sight of her. She was barely dressed, and it took Sierra a long moment to realize that the skimpy green clothing she wore over her breasts and crotch was actually moss. When she did see that, she also noticed that what she had assumed were a few flowers stuck into the woman's long, brown hair were growing there, wrapped around some of the strands of 'hair' that looked stiffer than the others, because they were actually branches.  She'd heard of this, and she was sure she should have been able to recall the name instantly. Instead, it took her a few long moments before the word 'dryad' popped into her head.

"Hello, there, little one," the dryad smiled, reaching down and patting Sierra on the head. "And what are you doing in my forest?"

"I, uh, I'm just leaving," Sierra said, trying to remember what she'd learned in school about dryads, though she had no idea if they would behave the same in this world or not. "Sorry, I got lost!"

"And where are you going?" the dryad asked, kneeling down in front of her. "Don't you like it here?"

Sierra wasn't sure what the tree-woman wanted from her. She started to say, "It's very nice, but I need to be getting home," but as the words were leaving her mouth, a sweet scent from the flowers in the dryad's hair floated to her nostrils, and she felt the words changing as she spoke them. "It's kinda scary here, and I have to find my friend, or I'll be stuck here forever!"

"Oh, you poor thing," the dryad shook her head. "Where are you trying to go?"

Sierra knew something was wrong, but the sweet scent grew more intense, and she couldn't stop herself from saying, "I need to get to the castle! Aurora should be there!"

"The castle?" the dryad grinned. "Why, that's just perfect! I can help you out of here if you'll just take a little message to the castle for me. Can you do that?"

Sierra's eyes widened, sure this was some kind of trap. She tried to hold her breath, not wanting to take in any more of the flower's smell, but with her hands still bound in vines, she couldn't block that, and the scent only grew stronger. Her head was swimming in it, making her unable to do much more than nod obediently.

"Good girl," the dryad patted her on the head again before walking around her. "Now, let's see what you have here." Sierra blushed as her skirt was lifted, revealing the soft pink panties underneath. "Oh, dear, I thought with these strange clothes you had to be a noble," the dryad shook her head. "But with underthings this thin, you must be a peasant."

Sierra knew she should leave it at that, let the dryad believe that was the truth, but flowers were still affecting her. "I-I'm not from here!" she babbled. "I'm from another world!"

"Oh, another world?" the dryad sounded surprised. "Well, that could be useful. Maybe once you've done your little errand, you can show me," she said. "But for now, we'd better take care of this." She reached down, hooking a surprisingly soft finger around the waistband of Sierra's underwear and pulling them back before letting them snap into place again. "Don't you worry, little one, I'll give you something fit for a queen."

The dryad laughed as she said it, making Sierra's skin crawl a little as she wondered what was in store for her. The dryad slid the panties slowly down Sierra's bottom, exposing her skin, still slightly red from her last spanking, to the cool, forest air. The woman rubbed her hand over Sierra's backside, cooing, "Now, are you going to do what I ask, little one? Can you be a good little girl?"

Sierra knew what her answer should be, and was even nodding, but unfortunately her voice responded, "No! I just want to get away from here!"

"That is unfortunate," the dryad shook her head. "But don't worry, we can fix that."

Sierra squirmed nervously, not sure what to expect, but a moment later there was a smack across her bottom as another vine struck out at her. She squealed, trying to wriggle away as yet another vine slithered up from the forest floor and spanked her again. The two took turns, slapping her exposing bottom one after another as she whimpered and wiggled, slowly descending into tears before the dryad finally put a stop to it.

"What about now?" the woman asked. "Are you going to help me now?"

"Y-Yes!" Sierra nodded.

"Good girl," the dryad smiled. She gave the panties around Sierra's knees a tug, making them loudly rip as the dryad tore them away. She reached out, patting Sierra's now much redder and warm bottom, and suddenly Sierra felt something very soft and warm wrapping itself around her waist. She twisted her body, trying to see what was going on, and saw layer after layer of moss forming around her, taking the form of a very large, green diaper, slowly pushing Sierra's thighs further and further apart.

"There," the dryad finally said. "That is a diaper fit for a Queen, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah," Sierra said, nodding her head a little. She was pretty sure the effects of the flowers had worn off, but the pain of her spanking was still fresh enough in her mind to make her obedient anyway.

"You love your new diaper, don't you?" the dryad asked. "You just can't wait to go tell the Queen how wonderful it is, can you?"

"Y-Yes." Sierra hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say that, yet still certain that was what the dryad wanted.

Unfortunately, that wasn't good enough this time. The dryad frowned, walking back around in front of Sierra and kneeling down in front of her again. The flowers shook slightly, and this time Sierra could see tiny specks of pollen floating off of them towards her nose. "Do you love your diapers, little one?"

"Y-Y-No!" Sierra tried to fight against it in vain. "I don't need diapers! I'm not a baby!"

"Oh, dear, that won't do," the dryad sighed. "You really aren't from around here, are you? Well, this simply won't do! You have to be convincing to make sure she comes here herself." Sierra whimpered as she felt a vine begin to slide up her leg, sure she was in for another spanking. "But we can take care of that."

Sierra's eyes widened as, rather than punishing her, the vine began to wrap itself around her diaper, gently rubbing against it, pressing the thick, soft material against Sierra's privates. The dryad smiled at her shock, pulling Sierra's head a little closer to her large, barely covered chest, forcing her to breathe in more and more of the pollen as the vine rubbed faster and faster down below.

Her cheeks grew red as a feeling of warmth began to wash over her and her breath quickened, making her pull even more of the flower's scent into her lungs. This couldn't be happening to her! Not in front of this creature! Not in a diaper! And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, the moss covering the dryad's breast slid away, and the woman pressed Sierra's gasping mouth to it. Warm milk began to trickle into her mouth. At first, Sierra tried to spit it out, but the more made its way down her throat, the more eagerly she drank, and the more her squirming turned to her trying to push her hips against the vine on her diaper, until finally she gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed through her.

"There, now, let me ask again," the dryad smiled down at Sierra, now sitting in front of her, barely even aware that the vines around her ankles and wrists had let her go. She stared up at the wood nymph, dazed, a little milk still dribbling from the corner of her mouth. "Do you love your diaper, little one?"

"Yeah!" Sierra answered right away, one hand drifting towards the thick padding as she squirmed. She wasn't sure if it was the milk, the pollen, the orgasm, or some combination of the three, but she'd never felt anything like that. Even though she knew she wasn't a baby, and that she had much more important things to do, all she could think about at the moment was doing that again.

"No, no, that's not for babies," the dryad scolded her. "You aren't to touch your diaper, young lady. Only Mommy can do that. And Mommy will only do that once you convince the Queen that she has to meet me here to get her own diaper like that. Do you understand?"

Sierra pouted and nodded. "Yes, Mommy," she said reluctantly, crawling towards the road.

"Oh, little one," the dryad called, making Sierra turn back, confused. "Maybe you should try walking. You might get there faster!"

"Oh, yeah!" Sierra giggled, clumsily climbing to her feet, immediately planting a thumb in her mouth once she was up, and toddling towards the castle, eager to do as she was told so Mommy would play with her again.

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"But I have something special for her!" Sierra pouted up at the guards. "I need to see her!"

"The Queen is a very busy woman," one of the guards shook his head. "Now stop pestering us and get going, unless you'd like to meet the Royal Spanker!"

Sierra stomped her foot unhappily, wanting to use her magic on these meanies, but in her fuzzy mind, she couldn't quite recall how to do that. All she could really think about was getting to the Queen, like she'd been told. "But I wanna see her!" she tried one more time before quickly and sulkily stomping away as the guard who'd just spoken to her took a step in her direction, her diaper growing a little damper as she scampered off.

What was she going to do? Mommy was going to be so mad at her if she didn't do as she was told! She sniffled unhappily, wanting to threaten these awful guards, and knowing she should be able to. Her hand twitched towards the jewel on her choker, a vague memory reminding her that was what she needed, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Sierra? Is that you?"

Sierra spun around, her eyes lighting up as she saw the blue-haired girl she'd met on her last visit here. "Aurora!" she grinned, running up to her and hugging her. "Hi!"

"You did make it out of there! I found the residue of that portal spell you cast, but I wasn't sure how safe it would be to use! I'm sorry, I should have followed and seen if you were okay!" Aurora exclaimed. "You look... older."

"I'll explain about that later," Sierra brushed it off, remembering that Aurora had only seen her transformed into a twelve year old last time. "You know the Queen, don't you?"

"Well, yes," Aurora furrowed her brow. "But where did you go? Did you find your parents?"

"I have to give her something!" Sierra insisted impatiently, squirming. "You can get me into the castle, right?"

Aurora paused, looking Sierra over. "What do you have to give her?"

"It's important!" Sierra stomped her foot, frustrated. "Just take me in!"

"I think you'd better explain what exactly is going on," Aurora said. "Or you can give me whatever it is, and I'll give it to her myself."

Sierra sniffled, tears stinging her eyes. "Why don't you trust me?" she whined. "I helped you out with that stupid troll! Why won't you help me?"

"Is this girl giving you trouble?" asked a new voice. Sierra sniffed, looking back over her shoulder, then gasping at the woman standing there. She was tall, with red hair and a black mask that covered one of her eyes, her thick diaper almost fully exposed, like Aurora's, and holding a huge paddle. Sierra had no doubt that this was the Royal Spanker she'd been threatened with, and the sight of the paddle, along with whatever the dryad had done to her made her fill her diaper in fear.

She squeaked, gasping as she felt the rear of her diaper expanding, part of her trying in vain to stop it, and not to think about how the dryad-influenced part of her mind was actually enjoying it. "I-I'm not!" she insisted. She yelped as the huge paddle smacked against the back of her diaper, hard enough to sting her already spanked bottom, and squish the contents inside.

"I wasn't talking to you, girl," the Royal Spanker told her.

"She's isn't hurting anything," Aurora glared. "Leave her alone."

"I was told she was hanging around the castle suspiciously," the Spanker replied. "Is she a friend of yours? Are you planning something, wizard? Remember, you aren't above punishment, either," she sneered.

"We aren't planning anything," Aurora said. "Why don't you get back to your dungeon? Or have you forgotten what happened the last time you ran around trying to punish everyone for no reason?"

The Royal Spanker glared at her. "I have my eye on you, wizard," she growled, stalking back towards the castle.

"All right, Sierra," Aurora turned back towards the other girl, her voice still more stern from her words with the Spanker. "Why don't you tell me exactly what is going on? Because I don't think you'll be getting an audience with the Queen without the Spanker observing, and if either of them deems whatever your mission is to be a waste of time, you're going to regret it. I just want to help, sweetie."

Sierra nodded, nervously eyeing the spot where the Spanker had been standing, rubbing her sore backside. "I-I'm supposed to talk to the Queen," she said. "But you work for the Queen, so maybe you'll be good enough. My Mommy has a special gift for the Queen, one she's really going to like." Sierra tentatively touched the top of her diaper, knowing she wasn't really supposed to touch it, even though doing so, even just barely, made a wave of pleasure wash over her. "Th-They're a new kind of diaper, they're so nice!"

Aurora looked at the garment. "I thought you didn't like diapers."

"I didn't!" Sierra nodded. "Because I never tried these ones! They're the best!"

Aurora shrugged, seeming to accept this, since most of the people in this kingdom seemed to enjoy diapers. "So, you brought one for her? I can take it to her, and if she really likes it as much as you think she will, I'll be sure she knows who gave it to her so she can reward you."

Sierra bit her bottom lip. "Well, I only brought this one," she said, pointing at her own now quite well-used diaper, suddenly realizing she could have just asked Mommy for a spare one to take with her, something that hadn't occurred to her earlier. "Mommy's the only one who knows how to make them, so we could go get another one from her."

"All right, let's do that," Aurora nodded.

"Okay!" Sierra grinned, sure that was going to be good enough for Mommy. "Let's go!"

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Sierra was content to hurry along on her way back to the forest, but Aurora seemed to want to talk. "So, what happened to you after you escaped from the troll?"

Sierra shrugged impatiently. "I dunno! I just travelled around!" She was sure it wasn't important, anyway.

"What happened to you? How did you get to be such a big girl?"

"I've always been a big girl!" Sierra pouted, but didn't bother to offer any further explanation than that.

Finally, they made it back to the woods, and Sierra pulled Aurora into the trees before stopping, suddenly worried that she wasn't sure exactly how to find Mommy once they were inside. The forest all looked the same to her, and she wasn't sure which part of it she'd been in before. Fortunately, almost as soon as they stepped among the trees, the dryad stepped out from one of them.

Aurora let out a yell, raising a hand, but before she could do anything, vines began twining up her legs, quickly and firmly holding her in place. Sierra trotted up to Mommy with a grin, wiggling in her full diaper as she stared up at her. "I did it! I brought her!"

Mommy looked down at her, but she didn't seem nearly as pleased. "Her?! This isn't the Queen, you stupid baby!" Sierra yelped as a vine smacked her on the back of her exposed thighs.

"B-But Mommy!" Sierra sniffled. "She's going to take your present back to the Queen herself! She works for her! She's the, umm..." She chewed on her bottom lip, sure that Aurora had some sort of special title, but with no idea what it was now. "She's important! Can we play now? I brought her, and I used my diaper like a good girl!"

Sierra let out a small squeal of happiness as Mommy pressed a hand roughly to the back of her diaper. "You certainly did." A crib made of branches reached up from the ground around Sierra, flowers like the ones in Mommy's hair decorating each of the bars.

Sierra pouted as she watched Mommy walk up to Aurora, unable to follow her. She sulkily plopped down in her crib, diaper squelching messily underneath her. At first, she wrinkled her nose at the sensation, but as the sweet scent of the flowers surrounding her began to reach her, she started to giggle, bouncing on her bottom and paying less and less attention to what Mommy and Aurora were doing.

"Who are you?" the dryad demanded.

"I'm not telling you..." Aurora started to say defiantly, only for her eyes to glaze over as the flowers began working on her as well. "I'm the Archwizard, advisor to the Queen."

"Perfect," the dryad grinned, running her hand along Aurora's diaper. It began to bulge outwards before finally falling apart and plopping to the ground, a green diaper like Sierra's having grown underneath. "You seem more intelligent than that one, so I'll let you choose. You can either bring your Queen to me, or you can take some of my seeds and plant a trail of them right to your castle city. I'm sure you can use your magic to make them grow nice and big for me, can't you?"

Sierra's ears perked up at that. She barely understood any of the rest of it, but that part she got. "Mommy, Mommy, I can make my diapie nice and big!" she exclaimed, squirming and bearing down, proudly starting to fill her diaper even more, feeling the mushy mass in her diaper expanding. She pouted as she saw Mommy's hand still on Aurora's diaper. "Mommy, I thought you said WE could play!"

The dryad sighed, shooting Sierra a dirty look. A vine popped up from in front of Sierra and began stroking her diaper. "Now," she said, turning back to Aurora, sure that the happily squealing Sierra was now occupied, "What would you like to do? Will you start to help restore my forest, which your Queen cut down, so that I can go visit her myself and take over, or will you bring her to me so I can turn her into that," she nodded towards Sierra's crib, "and make her declare me Queen? Or do you want to resist and wind up as just another of my little ones?"

Somehow, beneath the haze of pleasure that had settled over Sierra as her full diaper was stroked, she could feel Aurora's eyes on her. It was hard to think straight, or to concentrate on anything besides her tingling privates, but some small part of her started to blush. Her chin felt slightly wet, making her realize she was helplessly drooling, like a baby, while she sat there in her messy diaper, being quickly brought to the edge of orgasm in front of her friend, who she'd led here and helped trap.

There was a moment of clarity as the flower's pollen threatened to overtake her. She knew that had brought her to this state, and that being surrounded by it as she was most likely wasn't a good thing. Mommy, or rather, the dryad, wasn't feeding her this time, but would it matter? With her this far gone already, would the flowers and her own humiliating sexual pleasure be enough to take her over the edge? Considering how potent the last time had been, she was pretty sure it would. Could she ever come back from this, or would that be the end of her adult mind, leaving her toddling around behind the dryad as she took over the kingdom, drooling and filling her diaper and wanting nothing more than her Mommy's attention?

And for all Aurora knew, as she watched her there in her crib, she'd done all of this willingly. She hoped Aurora would realize it was the pollen, but in the moment, she was too caught up in the vine's movements to even form words, and she hated to think about how enthusiastic she must seem now, or a few moments ago when she'd pooped her pants voluntarily. She knew she should stop this, that she had the power to do it, but try as she might, she was already too far gone to even remember how to do that.

"N-No faiw!" she gasped, writhing in place, though she wasn't even sure herself if her body was trying to get away from the vine, or trying to help it in its mission, feeling the pleasure building inside of her and trying to resist it, not wanting to let herself reach that point, but sure she was too weak to stop it. "I-It's no faiw!" She slammed her fists on the forest floor, sniffling and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of Aurora watching, which made the whole thing all the more humiliating. This couldn't be happening! It just couldn't! She was an adult, and a witch! She had to be strong enough to resist this! But it was all just so embarrassing, she couldn't think straight, not even enough to try to figure out how to stop it. Maybe she really was just a helpless baby after all.

Then, just as she was sure it was over, her hands sprang open, along with her eyes. A grin spread across her face as she reached out, grabbing the vine twined around her diaper and snapping it off. The dryad let out a gasp of pain as the girl got to her feet, her blonde hair slowly darkening and turning black as she straightened up, standing taller than she had before, her body changing slightly, her hips and chest growing. She smirked as she looked down at the broken vine in her hand, giving it a quick flick and making it grow and change, transforming into a riding crop.

She looked down at herself in disgust, shaking her head and flicking her crop. The diaper vanished, taking its contents with it and changing into a pair of black panties, barely hidden under her skirt, which her longer legs had rendered even shorter than it had been before, though she didn't mind. Her shirt seemed smaller as well, but she decided to take it even further, shrinking it to show off her belly button, her now much larger breasts straining against the buttons. She let her cloak slide off of her shoulders playfully. Even at her taller height, she wasn't satisfied, so she changed her shoes as well, turning the sneakers into a pair of knee high leather boots, the heels giving her another few inches.

She swished her crop at the bars of the crib, giving a sadistic smile as they burst into green flame, earning another yelp of pain from the dryad. "Now, now," she shook her head. "Do you really think you have what it takes to be a queen, tree?"

The dryad turned to her, and suddenly the woods around her came alive. Branches reached for her and vines sprang up from the ground, but she was too quick, dodging expertly out of the way, even in her high heels, smacking them aside with the crop, burning some of them away and merely breaking others, letting them fall the the ground so she could crunch them under her boots.

Seeing that wasn't going to work, the dryad stopped that assault, and instead, the ground around the girl erupted with flowers, growing rapidly, surrounding her and filling the air with their sweet scent. But she just smiled again, a circle of green flame erupting around her and setting them all aflame as she stood in the center, eyeing the dryad with a smirk. "You have a choice, tree," she said, walking forward towards her, bringing her circle of flame with her, scorching the ground under it as it moved. "You can leave here now and hope I forget about you, or I can burn your entire forest right now. Which would you prefer?"

The dryad seemed very confused at how quickly it had lost control, but it could tell this was no idle threat, so it stalked to the nearest tree, lying against it and letting the bark grow around itself. For a long moment, its eyes remained, glaring out, and then even that was gone. The vines around Aurora began to retreat into the earth as the girl slowly let her fire go out.

"S-Sierra?" Aurora gasped, taking a nervous step towards her. "Is that you?"

In a flash, the girl was behind the Archwizard, bending her over and making her yelp as she brought the riding crop down on the tops of her thighs. "Don't you ever call me that weakling's name!" she sneered. "I am Serena!"

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Aurora squeaked. "I'm sorry!"

"You should be," Serena smirked, pulling the girl back up straight. She scowled a little as she saw that, even with her heels, she was still just barely as tall as the Archwizard, giving her backside another smack just for that. "Now, why don't you take me back to your little castle so I can meet this Queen. I think we have a lot to talk about."

Aurora eyed her nervously, but nodded, surely because she was too afraid to do anything else. If this whole kingdom was made up of weaklings like her, ruling it was going to be simple, Serena thought. "Good girl," she complimented Aurora, folding her arms. "Maybe I'll let you be my jester when I take over."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Aurora nodded, keeping her eyes down at Serena's feet. "Thank you, ma'am."

Serena grinned, certain that if she'd already gotten the best magic-user in the kingdom cowed that this would be even easier than she'd expected. Of course, the dryad's pollen might have something to do with that, but she was sure it was mostly just her. She was so proud, and already so caught up in thinking about how she was going to publicly humiliate this Queen, to show the subjects who the new ruler was, and why, that she didn't notice Aurora's lips moving as she kept her head down and her eyes trained on the ground under Serena's feet.

Then, all of the sudden, she was falling. She didn't notice the portal opening up under her feet, the same kind Sierra had used to get out of this world last time. She gasped from the shock of it, her cheeks starting to burn red as she felt her sleek, black panties grow wet as she continued to fall into the darkness. As the embarrassment overtook her, she began to shrink, her hair lightening back up, her figure getting smaller as she screamed and flailed as she fell into the black void.

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"Sierra?"

Sierra gasped, her eyes springing open as she tried in vain to untangle herself from the blankets that had somehow gotten wrapped all around her. It took her a long moment to recognize where she was, although once she had, she felt rather stupid. It was her bedroom, back in her father's house.

Her father himself was standing in her doorway, looking down at her, then stepping in for a hug. "You scared the daylights out of me! When did you get home? I thought you were still off with your friends for the summer."

Sierra shook her head, which was reeling as she tried to piece together what had happened. "I-I just missed my own bed," she said finally. "And you!"

He smiled. "Well, it's nice to have you home. Are you going to Apparate back to them in the morning, or are you going to stay for breakfast?"

"I can stay for a bit," she nodded. "If you make pancakes."

"I can probably do that," he told her, starting to head out before remembering what had brought him there in the first place. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "But I'm okay now."

"Do you want me to leave the light on?"

Sierra hesitated, then nodded, calling out a quiet, "Good night," to him as he shut the door, leaving her alone. Quickly, she whipped her hand out from beneath the covers, letting out a quiet giggle as she saw her wand clenched in her fist. It was there! She was sure she was still an adult, too! It was finally over! No longer did she have to regress herself to a tween, and risk losing all of her memories in order to use her magic!

How had she broken the curse? She honestly couldn't remember. The last thing she could recall was planning on going to visit Aurora. She must have found a way to do it, but Sierra didn't recall that at all, or her journey home. After that vague memory of heading out of the forest, all she could think of was that nightmare of her falling. She would have to go thank Aurora sometime for whatever she had done.

Unless it had all been a dream? She looked at her wand again, then reached up to touch her neck. The choker was gone, and so was the star at the end of her wand. Just looking at it, there was no evidence that any of those things she'd done in all those other worlds had even actually happened. Could she have imagined it all? No, there was no way! She shivered as she thought of the troll, and the creepy doll woman, and all of the other things she'd faced in those other worlds.

Then she remembered why she'd been there at all. She could defend herself now, but was the person who cursed her still looking for her? As much as she wanted to just stay at home with her dad, and tell him that she didn't want to go on the rest of the trip she'd planned with her friends, who she didn't really want to spend much time with after everything they'd said about her at the theme park, that would just be endangering him, wouldn't it?

But at least she was back home now, and she had her wand. She could make a new start of things! She was an adult after all, out of school and trained to use her magic! Who knew what kind of adventures she could have, especially now that she didn't have to turn into a kid and wear a diaper every time she wanted to use a spell!

She could worry about what she'd do next in the morning, after she had pancakes with her dad and sent him off to work. She'd work out a plan and head off to some new adventure. She'd earned back her right to be a grown witch, and she was going to prove that she deserved it! It was going to be different from now on!

But, as she settled back into bed, she felt a wet spot there, realizing that she really had wet her bed during that falling dream. She blushed bright red. Well, maybe it wasn't ALL going to be different...