Sierra tried to push her way through the crowded airport, nervously biting her bottom lip as she glanced behind herself. She could see it there, getting closer. It looked like a woman now, one not much older than her, eyes locked on Sierra.

Sierra could still remember those encounters she'd had with it, back when she was living with Zoe, how it had turned from this form, usually wearing a nurse's uniform, to a cheerleader, an older woman, even a little kid, but there was no mistaking it. She knew it was a robot, here to take her back to the diaper dimension by any means necessary, called Robin.

Sierra turned back around just in time to avoid colliding with a large man who had stopped right in front of her. She tried to step around him, but as she moved, she realized they were already at the baggage claim conveyor belt, and he was clearly waiting for his things, just like Sierra needed to be so she could get her wand to defend herself. The rest of the passengers were quickly filling in the available space, however, leaving her no space to try to push through to try to see her bag.

"There you are!" Sierra froze as she heard that, feeling a strong hand close around her's. "Do I need to get you some reins to keep track of you? Your dad wouldn't like if I lost you!"

"I'm right here," Sierra pouted, trying to pull away from Robin's hand in vain. "You can let me go now!"

"There are too many people around," Robin informed her. "I don't want to be late to check in at the hotel."

"Then at least let me get closer!" Sierra whined. "I can't see anything from here!"

"Don't worry, I know what your suitcase looks like. I'll keep an eye out for it," Robin told her, though Sierra couldn't help but notice how the woman wasn't letting her get any closer to the conveyor belt so she could actually see it herself.

"Just let me go!" Sierra insisted, squirming in Robin's grip. She was tempted to try to stomp on the woman's foot, but she doubted that would do anything but give her captor an excuse to punish her. "I can find it myself!"

"You're grumpy today, aren't you?" Robin teased, tickling Sierra's tummy and making the girl giggle despite herself. "Do you need to tell me something?"

Sierra's eyes widened in horror as the woman turned towards her, reaching for her shorts and starting to unbutton them right in the middle of the crowd. "No!" she squeaked, trying to bat her hands away.

"You had quite the nap on the plane," Robin said. "I know you're a big girl, but..."

"Stop it!" Sierra's cheeks burned. "You can't undress me here!"

Robin shrugged, but thankfully re-fastened the button. "This would be much easier if you'd just wear a nice little dress, like a proper girl."

Sierra didn't respond, just sulkily tugged at the hem of her shirt, like that was going to hide the button on her shorts and make Robin forget it was there. She was feeling more and more certain that, even though her father had promised he hadn't told Robin about her 'problems', despite him insisting that since she was a nurse she could help, he'd at least hinted at it. Either that, or she was lying, and she really did know who she was, and was waiting to enact her plan to kidnap Sierra now that they were alone.

That seemed more likely. Sierra had been sure of that from the moment she'd gone to visit her father, only for him to introduce her to his new girlfriend. Sierra had reached for her wand, but her dad stopped her before she could reveal it, telling her to calm down. They'd had a little private talk about it, where he'd told her that Robin didn't know about her magic, and that she must be mistaken when she tried to tell him what Robin really was.

And, after a couple days, Sierra couldn't help but wonder that herself. Robin didn't give any signs of being anything more than a normal person, even if she did seem overly concerned with Sierra's clothes. After all the baby dresses and frilly clothes she'd wound up in, she'd taken to dressing a little more simply, or like a tomboy, according to Robin. She felt a bit safer in shorts or jeans than skirts, at least for now. But even when they were alone for a bit, Robin never did anything to make Sierra think she was preparing to snatch her away to another world. Sierra wondered if this was a situation like with Madison, where that version of Robin was based on someone from the diaper dimension who looked just like this person from her world.

But then they'd made the announcement. They'd called Sierra into the living room and sat her down, telling her how they hadn't wanted to overwhelm her, especially since she'd seemed to be taking it a little harder than they'd anticipated, but that she needed to know. And Robin had reached into the pocket of her nurse's uniform, since she'd just come from 'work', and pulled out a ring.

They were engaged. Robin was going to be her step-mother! Immediately, Sierra was sure Robin was deep undercover, going through all of this with Sierra's father just so she'd have easy access to take Sierra away. That, or Sierra had damaged her memory during one of their fights, and Robin was just subconsciously being pulled toward Sierra without knowing why, at least for now, until her system repaired itself. She felt especially suspicious when the first thing they told her was that they wanted her to go on a trip alone with Robin, so they could get to know each other.

Sierra tried to refuse, but her father wouldn't hear of it. "She's very nice, and she likes you quite a bit. She wants you to be in the wedding, but she wants to get to know you better so you don't feel like she's only doing it because you're my daughter. Please, just do it for me."

He'd also made her pack her wand away in her suitcase, rather than trying to make sure she had it on the plane with her, like she'd planned. He wanted her to leave it at home, but she refused, so instead he checked her bag to make sure it was there, then carried it into the airport for her and gave it over to the workers so she couldn't grab it at the last moment. Sierra had pretended to be asleep the whole flight, even though she knew Robin probably wouldn't try anything there in an enclosed space with so many witnesses, so she could keep an eye on her and see if she did anything suspicious now that Sierra's dad wasn't around. She hadn't, but that didn't really prove anything!

"Well, it doesn't need to be easier," Sierra sulked, still wishing she could see the luggage herself. If she could just grab her wand and have it with her, she'd feel much safer. "You don't have to check me like some toddler!"

"I know," Robin said dismissively. "But travelling can be stressful, and since you have had some nighttime problems in the past, maybe you just..."

"I didn't!" Sierra snapped, before her cheeks began to burn. "Wait, how do you know I had some problems?!"

Robin looked down at her with a small blush of her own. "Well, I wasn't supposed to tell you, but your dad mentioned it. It was only because he was worried, with you sleeping in an unfamiliar place tonight. Don't worry, I know this kind of thing happens to girls your age sometimes!"

Sierra groaned, trying weakly to pull away from Robin's hand again. This was horrible! Now Robin thought she was a bedwetter! Sure, that had happened in the past, but not for a while! At least, not consistently for a while! She wanted to sink through the floor.

"Here we go!" Robin chirped, pushing through the crowd, having a far easier time of it than Sierra had, and grabbing something down from the conveyor. At first, Sierra was excited, glad to have her things, but as Robin set it down she could see that it wasn't her luggage, but Robin's. "Don't worry, I'm sure yours is right behind," Robin smiled at her, yet she still backed away from the conveyor, pulling Sierra with her.

"But I can't see!" Sierra complained, stomping her foot.

"I told you, I know what your suitcase looks like," Robin assured her. "We just have to leave room so everyone else can get to their things, too."

Sierra squirmed in place, trying to peek around the other people, not happy with putting the fate of her bag completely into Robin's hands, but there wasn't much more that she could do. There were just too many other people for her to see past, which made her feel more and more anxious.

"Do you need to go to the potty?" Robin asked after a few minutes of Sierra's fidgeting.

"No!" Sierra blushed, although she had to admit that was also a concern. The problem with her way of dealing with the plane ride was that she couldn't get up to go to the bathroom without 'waking up' and inviting attention from Robin, so she'd simply held it. The flight hadn't been all that long, but it was long enough that her bladder was starting to get full. "Stop treating me like a little kid! I am an adult!"

"Of course you are, dear," Robin smiled down at her patronizingly. "I'm just so used to taking care of children at work, it can be hard to remember." Sierra scowled, but to her surprise, Robin actually let go of her hand. "We're here as friends, not as caretaker and child."

Sierra looked at her, expecting her to say something else, but even though her expression still seemed to be just humoring Sierra, she didn't continue, or try to take Sierra's hand again. If she thought she could outrun her, Sierra could escape right then and there, but her legs were shorter than Robin's, and she was in an unfamiliar city without her wand, or much of anything else for that matter. Still, she decided to take advantage of her independence by trying again to get closer to the conveyor belt. By now, the crowd had dispersed a bit, and she managed to push in close enough to see.

Unfortunately, that didn't do her much good. No matter how long she stood and stared at the suitcases travelling around the machine, fidgeting as her bladder grew fuller while she refused to move for fear of missing her things, none of them were hers. Her stomach twisted more and more as the other passengers from the flight grabbed their bags and walked away, eventually leaving only her and Robin staring at the conveyor belt.

"Come on, I think you'd better file a claim, sweetie," Robin finally touched her on the arm. Sierra whined unhappily, hardly able to believe this was happening. That wasn't just her clothes, which obviously were pretty important, that was her wand, gone! She could only hope it was back at the airport they'd left from, or somehow still on its way, and not just lost forever! She knew she should have brought it on the plane with her!

"It has to be here!" Sierra whined, stomping her foot.

"We can wait longer if you want, but I don't see it," Robin said. "And we do need to get going before too long if we want to make our check in time."

"No! It has to be here!" Sierra repeated, crossing her arms defiantly. She hated the idea of spending the whole week of this vacation without any of her things, especially a wand to defend herself in case Robin's true nature showed itself in that time.

"I'll tell you what," Robin sighed slightly. "The desk is right over there. Why don't you go talk to them, and I'll keep an eye out here, just in case."

Sierra glanced over at the desk, a bit suspicious of the offer. Robin could easily just say she hadn't seen the bag if Sierra wasn't also watching, but at the same time, she was surprised that the woman was trusting her to go do take care of that sort of thing on her own, even if that was her plan. "Can't you do that?" she whined, thinking that would be the safest alternative.

"I have a pretty good idea of what your suitcase looks like, but you know better than me," Robin reminded her. "Besides, you have the tag they gave you, right?"

Sierra nodded, reaching into the pocket of her shorts to confirm that it hadn't fallen out. She supposed Robin was making sense, even if she didn't want to have to deal with all this. "All right," she sighed, walking over towards the desk. There was already a bit of a line forming there. Sierra wasn't sure if it made her feel better knowing that there were other people in her situation or not, since she was pretty sure none of the rest were with undercover nanny robots.

She glanced behind herself every few seconds, hoping to steal a glimpse of her bag while she waited for the other people to finish filling out their forms and be given a small bag in return. She fidgeted, starting to feel bored, and, worse, in even more dire need of a bathroom. She could see the sign for one, but it was pretty far away. She had no doubt Robin was watching her, though it wasn't like she'd told Sierra she wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom. If she could fill out a missing luggage form on her own, then surely she could do something that simple by herself, too!

"Sweetie? Hello?"

Sierra turned back towards the desk to realize the line in front of her had dissipated, and the one behind her was growing longer and more impatient looking while she daydreamed, and the attendant tried to get her attention. "Could you go stand with your mommy or daddy so these other nice people can get to the desk?"

Sierra's cheeks burned at being talked to like a kid. She stomped up to the desk, trying to sound as mature as she could as she said, "I need to fill out a missing luggage form."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the lady frowned slightly as she picked up a clipboard, seeming to debate whether or not to ask if Sierra would need help with that. After a moment, she asked, "Are you travelling by yourself?", still unsure if Sierra was really mature enough to do this on her own.

Sierra glanced back over her shoulder towards Robin, then lied, "Yes," grabbing at the clipboard. She missed, having to snatch at it again while the worker helpfully lowered it. Blushing, she scurried away from the desk to look at the form, fidgeting as she saw how many different things she needed to fill out. She really wished Robin was there to do it for her now, even if she would have had to worry the whole time that she was putting in the wrong information to make sure Sierra never got her bag.

Even Sierra wasn't sure herself if she had put in the right stuff. It was her bag, but the more details the form asked for, the less certain she was that she was remembering them all correctly. Her dad had gotten her a new suitcase for the trip, since the bags she used to take her stuff to Ilvermorny were too big for just a week-long trip, and pretty old and battered at this point. Was she thinking of her new bag, or her old ones? She wasn't even sure now!

Her full bladder didn't help her concentrate, either. She groaned softly as another bladder cramp hit her, trying to inconspicuously press a hand to her crotch as she bit her bottom lip, trying to wish away the last half of the form that was still sitting there, empty, mocking her. She could feel a tiny trickle of warmth in her panties and knew she'd waited too long already, and she wanted to put down the clipboard and make a dash for the bathroom. Unfortunately, there were fewer clipboards than people waiting, and Sierra worried that someone would see that and assume she really was just a kid messing around and take her clipboard, probably throwing away her form and making her start all over, probably from the back of the line, too, when she returned.

So she hurried up instead, hoping that they could read her handwriting, even though it got much messier when she was writing quickly, and trusting that the tag they'd given her when her bag had been checked in would be good enough. Why did they need to know all that other stuff, anyway?

Even then, she felt another spurt of pee escape into her pants before she dashed back up to the counter to turn the clipboard back in. Another worker took it, and her luggage tag, staring at her long enough to make her squirm before grabbing a small, pink bag and handing it over. Feeling self-conscious, Sierra glanced down at herself, trying to see what the worker was staring out, only to see, to her horror, that there was a small wet spot on her shorts.

She let out a gasp, her eyes widening. What was she going to do?! She had no doubt that Robin would take advantage of that to have her back in diapers in no time! Maybe if she made it to the bathroom, she could use the hand dryer to get rid of the wet spot before the other woman noticed, and then she'd be okay.

But before she could do that, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She watched in horror as the wet spot grew slightly larger as she jumped, then quickly held the bag to the front of her shorts, trying to hide it as she turned to see Robin standing there. "Sorry, but the conveyor stopped, and I didn't see it. Did you get it all sorted out?"

Sierra nodded, too embarrassed and nervous to form words. "Good job," Robin smiled at her. "Come on, we'd better get moving." Grabbing Sierra's free hand, she pulled the girl through the airport, towards the front entrance. Sierra whimpered as they passed the bathroom, wanting to say she needed to stop there, but now that her underwear was already damp, she was too humiliated to bring it up, even though she knew she should, or things would just get worse.

Outside, Robin quickly and easily got them a cab, loading her suitcase into the trunk and pushing Sierra into the backseat, though she at least let the girl buckle herself in. Once she'd told the driver where they were going and the car started on its way, she seemed to calm down a bit, turning her attention to Sierra. "So, what did they give you?" she asked, nodding to the bag the girl was still shielding her wet spot with.

"Oh, I dunno," Sierra shrugged, having not even thought to look in it. She didn't particularly care now, either, to be honest, as each bump in the car led to a struggle to keep from further wetting herself, but Robin seemed eager to see, so she pulled open the bag and began pulling things out.

"Umm, some toothpaste and soap," she said, taking out the small sized, bright pink toiletries and setting them on the seat between her and Robin. "And here's some socks and a washcloth," she took them out, blushing slightly as she saw the latter was adorned with Dora the Explorer, and how pink and frilly the former were. Her cheeks got even redder when she grabbed the similarly decorated toothbrush, but when she curiously picked up the last item, her heart nearly stopped.

She was all too familiar with the butterfly pattern, and the fake ribbon across the top with a tiny bow that was supposed to make them look like real panties. There was no mistaking them, though, they were clearly Goodnites. She hurriedly tried to stuff them back into the bag, but Robin curiously took them out of her hands. "What are these?" she asked, before stifling a giggle. "Oh."

"They gave me a bag for little kids," Sierra pouted, taking the juvenile undergarment from Robin and shoving it back in the bag, following it with everything else she'd taken out. "Stupid people," she grumbled, trying hard not to think about how the woman had been staring at her shorts, and possibly the wet spot on them, before giving her that.

"Now, now, that's not very nice," Robin reprimanded her. "I'm sure it was just a mistake and they didn't really think you need those."

"Yeah," Sierra sulked, biting her bottom lip as the rear of the car bounced and she felt another few drops of urine drip into her wet undies. She worried how big the wet spot was now, but there was no way she was going to move the bag with Robin looking at her.

"Sierra, please don't be mad," Robin smiled at her. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I was acting earlier. I'm sorry they gave you the wrong things, but I'm sure it was an honest mistake. I'm sure they know you're an adult, and I do, too."

Sierra nodded, trying not to blush too much since she did feel particularly grown-up at the moment. Thankfully, the cab pulled into the hotel's parking lot a moment later, taking them right up to the front door. Sierra fumbled with her seatbelt as Robin paid the driver and got out to get her suitcase from the trunk. Sierra was too embarrassed to check her seat, afraid she'd see a wet spot there, but she made sure to stay behind Robin, not wanting the woman to see the back of her shorts when she knew the spot could have extended that far for all she knew.

She followed Robin into the hotel, looking around at the rather nice lobby both in awe and in anxious desire to find a bathroom. It was quite large, and apparently too fancy to just have bathroom signs posted like any normal place. Or it might not even have any in the lobby, who knew?

"Would you like to check us in?" Robin offered as they approached the counter. Sierra quickly shook her head, not wanting to stand there at the desk, probably in front of Robin, for however long it would take to get their keys. "All right," Robin shrugged, going to the desk and handing over her ID to the man there.

Sierra squirmed frantically as they spoke to one another, confirming everything about the reservation while she kept hoping to see a bathroom to save her from this humiliation. She let out a small gasp as another spurt of pee escaped, and now that she was standing up again, she could feel it start making its way down the inside of the legs of her shorts, and she knew there was no way her little bag could hide it all anymore.

And worse still, just when that bladder spasm seemed to end, another started, sending another trickle into her pants. Right as she was dealing with that, feeling the warm wetness start dripping down the inside of her thighs, she heard the clerk ask, "It says here that you might need a plastic sheet on one of your beds. We've left it off for now, but a member of housekeeping would be happy to do that for you if necessary."

"Oh, I don't think..." Robin started to say, smiling and turning to Sierra, only for her eyes to widen. "Sierra!" she scolded, making the girl's cheeks burn an even brighter red than they already were. It was too late to do anything about it, though. That trickle hadn't stopped, and in fact was just going stronger and stronger as she stood there, pee now dribbling down her legs and starting to soak her socks as she stood there in the hotel lobby.

"I guess that's a yes," the hotel worker said with a barely suppressed sigh. "I'll have them take care of it tonight."

"I'm so sorry!" Robin apologized, turning back to the desk. "If you'd like, I'm sure we could clean this..."

"No, our maintenance crew can handle it," the clerk smiled at her. "Here's your key card. You're in room 308. Would you like somebody to take you there?"

"We should be all right," Robin told him. "Thank you, and I'm sorry again." She gave Sierra a pointed look, but Sierra, whose bladder seemed to have finally emptied itself completely, was too mortified to do anything until Robin said sternly, "I think you should apologize, too, Sierra."

"I-I'm sorry," Sierra fumbled, not daring to gaze upwards at the man. Looking down was almost worse, though, since it let her see the small puddle that had formed under her. Robin grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the counter and towards the elevators. Thankfully, it was late enough that there wasn't anybody else in the lobby at the moment, so as far as Sierra could tell with her head still bowed in shame, only Robin and the front desk clerk had seen her little show.

"Didn't I ask you if you had to go potty at the airport?" Robin demanded as the elevator doors closed.

"Y-Yes," Sierra had to admit. "B-But I wanted to find my bag!"

"I could have done that," Robin sighed, shaking her head. "Now you've ruined the one outfit you actually have!"

"I-I didn't mean to!" Sierra squeaked, trying to shrink away from the larger woman still grasping her hand. She was sounding more and more like the Robin Sierra had known before, the robot programmed to turn Sierra into a baby and take her back to the diaper dimension. Was this what it took to make her break whatever undercover programming she'd been using? If so, unfortunately, Sierra knew it was all her fault that it was starting, whether she liked it or not. "I-It was an accident!"

Robin looked at her for a long moment, then, to Sierra's surprise, starting to calm down a little. "Of course you didn't. I'm sorry, it was just such a shock."

Sierra nodded bashfully, glad that the elevator stopped and opened its doors a moment later so she didn't have to come up with anything to say. She kept her head down as they headed down their hallway, but unfortunately, her luck in the lobby didn't hold.

"Look, Mommy!" she heard a little girl call from a little ways away. Her cheeks darkened, and she didn't dare look up, but she felt certain she was what the kid was looking at.

Thankfully, their room wasn't far from the elevator, so they had stopped in front of their door only moments later, and Robin let go of Sierra's hand so she could insert the key card into the lock. She opened the door and Sierra dashed inside, quickly ducking into the bathroom. She was annoyed to find that there was no lock on the bathroom door, but that didn't stop her from stripping out of her wet things as soon as she could and jumping into the shower.

She wanted to stay there under the water forever, so she could try to forget about what happened, and hope that Robin did the same, but eventually she knew she had to give up. She sighed and turned off the water, stepping out and drying herself off. She stared down at the pile of wet clothing she'd dropped onto the floor, glad that she'd at least thrown her shirt onto the counter, since it was fine. Unfortunately, that was all she had that was dry. Blushing, she pulled it back on, wishing she'd gone for a longer shirt, since it was far too short to even think about wearing on its own. What was she supposed to do?! Just the thought of pulling any of her old, wet clothes back on made her skin crawl, but that was all she had in there.

Or so she thought, until she saw the bag they'd given her at the airport sitting where she'd dumped it. She blushed as she picked it up, unpacking it and setting up her toiletries slowly, not wanting to think about what was on the bottom, even though that was the reason she was doing this. It didn't take long to have everything else arranged as she wanted it around the sink, leaving her with just one thing in the bag. She stared down at it, watching herself fidget in the mirror unhappily, then finally grabbed it, pulling it out.

Not seeing any other choice, she stepped into the Goodnite, pulling it up over her legs and letting it snap into place. It had been a while since she'd had to wear one, and it felt oddly thick compared to her real underwear, not to mention far more juvenile. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was obvious that, no matter how much the manufacturer had tried, these were just a pale imitation of big girl underwear, and not the real thing. There was no way she could go outside, even just in front of Robin, like this. She grabbed the dry towel and wrapped it around her waist, making a crude skirt out of it, then gathered her courage and walked out into the hotel room.

"There you are! Feeling better?" Robin asked. Sierra shrugged, looking around their room for the first time. Like the lobby, it was nice, and fairly big, with Robin's suitcase open on one of the beds, but the main thing she noticed was a pillow sitting in the middle of the other bed, a thermometer lying on top of it, and a jar of vaseline beside it.

"What is that for?" Sierra demanded.

Robin followed her gaze, then smiled apologetically. "Well, I just want to make sure that you're not sick."

"I'm not!" Sierra squeaked.

"You might not feel it, but that sort of thing isn't normal for an adult, so we need to make sure. We're lucky I happened to pack that. I didn't even remember doing it, but it's a good thing, huh? Unfortunately, it, uh, isn't the kind of thermometer I would have normally chosen for you." Robin shrugged apologetically.

Sierra blushed as she looked at it again, squirming in place. "No!" she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, but it's what we have," Robin told her. "And we need to make sure you don't need any medicine. Now would you please lie down on your tummy?"

"No!" Sierra repeated, stomping her foot. To her surprise, Robin scooped her up, easily lifting her onto her bed and laying her down over the pillow.

"I'm very sorry, Sierra, but this is important," Robin told her as she began pulling back the towel, and the Goodnite underneath. Sierra squirmed and squealed, cheeks burning ever brighter as she felt Robin's hand on the childish undergarment, sure that she knew just what they were. "I can't have you getting sick on our first day here."

Sierra wiggled as she felt the cool air on her bottom, whimpering and trying to squirm away, only for Robin to push gently, but firmly, down on her back with one hand, pinning her in place with her backside propped up by the pillow.

"Let me go!" Sierra demanded, trying in vain to squirm away as she heard Robing unscrewing the lid on the jar of Vaseline. A moment later, Sierra's movement froze as she felt something cool being pushed into her rear. "No!" she squealed as it moved further inside her, humiliated by the invasion. She tried to reach behind herself to pull it out, but now that the thermometer was in place, Robin was easily able to bat Sierra's weak attempts away.

"It'll be just a minute, Sierra," Robin cooed at her. "Calm down, you're only making this harder."

Sierra groaned, half-heartedly squirming, but she knew that Robin was right. There wasn't much she could do now. The thermometer was already in her, which was hard to forget as the cold glass tube sat in her backside, and there was no overpowering Robin. She sighed, sulkily settling down, waiting for her time to be up. It felt like she laid there for hours. Robin moved her hand off Sierra's back, but she stayed sitting beside her, as if to remind her that if she tried anything, she was there to stop her.

"Good girl," Robin told her, gently patting her exposed bottom. "I think that'll do it."

As soon as Robin pulled the thermometer out of Sierra's bum, Sierra quickly pulled her Goodnite and towel back into place, scrambling down off of the pillow to sit on the edge of the bed, cheeks still bright red while the woman read her temperature. "Hmm, looks normal," Robin mused after a moment.

"I told you!" Sierra glared at her, folding her arms over her chest.

"So, if you aren't sick, is this something that happens often?" Robin questioned her.

"N-No!" Sierra squealed.

"Are you sure?" Robin stood up, staring down at the girl as she squirmed. Sierra nodded bashfully, staring down at her feet swinging nervously over the side of the bed, but that wasn't good enough. "Sierra, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth," Robin told her sternly. "Is this a normal problem for you?"

Sierra bit her bottom lip as she tilted her head upwards, her squirming only growing more intense as she met the other woman's gaze. "N-No," she said again, quieter this time.

"Okay," Robin replied, though Sierra wasn't sure if she was actually convinced. "I'm going to go take a shower now."

Sierra nodded, watching her go with relief. Even though there wasn't anywhere for her to go, she still felt better having a little privacy. It didn't last long, however.

"Sierra, come in here!"

Sierra looked up nervously. She hesitated for a moment, unsure what Robin could want, but that just prompted the woman to demand, "Now!"

Sierra hopped down off of her bed, scurrying to the bathroom door. "Yes?" she called through it.

"Come in," Robin said. Sierra pushed open the door and found Robin standing over the pile of clothes Sierra had left there. "What is this?"

"Oh," Sierra blushed. "Well, I was just in a hurry, so I forgot to take care of that."

"It didn't seem like you were in much of a hurry," Robin reprimanded her. "If you want to be a responsible adult, I expect you to take care of your own messes instead of leaving them to me."

"Sorry," Sierra gulped. "I meant to, I just forgot!" She walked over to her clothes, then stopped. "Umm, what should I do with them?"

Robin looked around the bathroom, then grabbed the empty bag out of the trash can. "Put them in here," she instructed. "I'll see if maybe the hotel can clean them for us."

Sierra nodded and took the bag, but she didn't feel good putting the only clothes she had with her into a garbage bag. "What am I going to wear tomorrow?" she asked nervously as she washed her hands.

"Hopefully the airport will find your bag and send it over tonight," Robin said. "If not, we'll just have to go shopping!" She sounded much more excited about the prospect than Sierra felt. "All right, thank you for cleaning up," Robin dismissed her, only to say, "Hold on," a moment later.

Sierra had been hurrying for the door, but she stopped at the command, wondering what she'd done wrong now. Almost before she could turn around, Robin had grabbed the towel and pulled it off her waist, leaving her in just a Goodnite and shirt. Sierra blushed, trying to cover her Goodnite, for all the good that did her.

"Sorry, but it's the only dry one," Robin shrugged, then her eyes turned to Sierra's hands. "Oh, those fit you perfectly, don't they!" she declared. "Good thing they sent those, huh?" Sierra's cheeks were burning as Robin turned her back around, sending her out of the room with a pat on her lightly padded bottom.

A few moments later she could hear the shower start to run as she sulked back to her bed, hopping back onto it. This was awful! It was bad enough she'd wet herself in front of Robin, but now she didn't even have anything to cover her Goodnite! Of course, Robin knew she was wearing it, so it didn't really make that much of a difference, but the thought of it was still humiliating.

Then, as if to remind her things could always get worse, there was a knock at the door. She stared at it, eyes wide, uncertain of what to do. "Could you answer that, Sierra?" Robin called from the shower.

Sierra wanted to shout, "No!" back, mortified at the very idea. She couldn't open the door like this! Instead, she just sat there, frozen, until she heard another knock.

"Sierra!" Robin called again. "Please open the door! I'm in the shower!"

She was starting to sound annoyed now. Sierra's heart was thumping loudly in her chest. She couldn't! There was no way!

There was a third knock, and a third yelling of, "Sierra!" This time, however, the rest of Robin's words were cut off as the door began to open anyway. "Thank you!" she shouted instead.

When Sierra heard, and then saw, the door open, her reaction was much different. She gasped, eyes darting around the room for something to cover herself with, before finally, as the door swung open, diving under the covers. She peeked out from underneath in time to see an older woman pushing a cart inside, sliding her key card back into her pocket.

"Oh, hello, there, little one!" the woman smiled as she saw Sierra watching her. "I didn't think there was anyone here!" Sierra blushed as the woman got closer, unable to form words. "This should only take a couple minutes, cutie," the woman assured her. "But I'm afraid you're going to have to get up for me. Don't worry, I'll have you back in bed in no time!"

"I-I'm not sleepy!" Sierra protested, realizing how it must look for her to be in bed so early.

"Of course not," the woman winked. "Come on, pop on out for me, okay?" Sierra watched as the woman picked something up off of her cart, hearing it crinkle. It was the plastic sheet the front desk clerk had mentioned!

"I don't need that!" Sierra insisted.

"I'm sure you don't," the woman said, in a tone that made it clear she wasn't at all convinced. "Come on, now."

"No!" Sierra shook her head. There was no way she wanted this random person to see her in a Goodnite, especially after she'd just insisted she didn't need a plastic sheet!

"Now, now, is this how your parents taught you to speak to your elders?" the woman's tone turned harsher. "I don't think your Mommy will be very happy when she gets out of the shower if you're still arguing with me."

"Sh-she's not my mommy," Sierra pouted. "Go away!"

"All right, young lady!" the housekeeping woman snapped. "I'm not going to be spoken to like that by some little girl. Get out of bed right now, or I'll give you the spanking you so clearly need!"

Sierra froze, eyes widening as the woman advanced on her, grabbing the blankets Sierra had so quickly thrown over herself and pulling them aside. Sierra was glad for once that she'd just emptied her bladder not long ago, or else she had a feeling she would have had an accident right there as she scrambled out of her bed. She looked up at the cleaning lady, terrified that, on top of everything else, she was about to get a spanking, but luckily, the woman seemed to have noticed something else.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," she said, her voice gentler again. "Are you feeling sick?" Sierra started to shake her head, then turned to see that the woman was looking at the thermometer and Vaseline sitting on the bed. She wasn't sure if the woman seriously would have spanked her, and she hated knowing that someone else knew that she'd just had her temperature taken that way, but it seemed like her best defense at the moment.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, trying to sound as sick and pitiful as she could.

"Poor thing," the woman patted her on the head, reaching into her apron, pulling out a small sucker and unwrapping it. "Here, maybe that will make you feel a little better," she said. "We'll get you back in bed in no time."

Sierra unwrapped the sucker and popped it in her mouth, glad for anything to give her an excuse not to have to talk to the woman. She shuffled out of the way, sucking on her candy and watching as the lady expertly stripped the bed and then remade it, this time adding a plastic sheet underneath. Sierra squirmed in her Goodnite, knowing there was no way this woman would believe that she wasn't a bedwetting little girl now.

When it was done, the woman pulled back one corner of the covers and patted the bed with a crinkle. "Come on, up you go!" she said.

"I-I'm not tired," Sierra protested around her sucker.

"Sick little girls need their rest," the cleaning lady informed her. "Come on, be a good girl."

Reluctantly, Sierra climbed back into her bed, blushing at the sound of the plastic sheet rustling underneath her with every move. The woman grabbed the stick of the sucker from Sierra's mouth and plucked it free, putting it back in its wrapper and setting it on the bedside table. "You can finish that in the morning," she informed Sierra before pushing the girl's arms under the covers and tucking her in, pulling the blankets tight and secure. Sierra could barely even wiggle under the covers now, but even the tiny movements she could pull off gave her an auditory reminder of her bed's new protection.

"Night-night, sweetie," the cleaning lady told her with a smile. "Don't let the bedbugs bite! I hope you feel better in the morning!"

With that, she took her cart and started heading for the door. Before she could go, however, the bathroom door opened and Robin stepped out in a short, rather sheer nightie, holding the bag of Sierra's clothes. Sierra blushed, trying to burrow further under her blankets now as she saw the two speaking in hushed tones, glancing over at her every now and then. She knew they were at least talking about her clothes, and probably her accident, but it was all too low for Sierra to make out. After a few minutes, the cleaning lady took the bag and headed out.

Sierra started to speak up to tell Robin to help get her out of bed, but as the woman got closer, Sierra's words evaporated from her mind. It was obvious that this version of Robin was designed to be quite attractive, but she'd never realized just how much until now. In the skimpy nightgown, with the outline of her thin, grown-up underwear showing through it as she got closer, it was hard to avoid. She was only supposed to be a couple years older than Sierra, but right now, considering what the two were wearing to bed, that might as well be a couple decades. There was no way she wanted to be seen by Robin now, especially not if she'd have to ask for her help for something as simple as untucking the blankets holding her into bed.

"Goodnight, Sierra," Robin said, bending over and kissing Sierra on the forehead. Despite how early it was, and how long Sierra how pretended to sleep on the plane, she was too embarrassed to even try to claim that she wasn't sleepy. Instead, she just laid there, letting Robin turn out the lights for her and pull out her tablet and headphones.

Sierra squirmed, still trying to break free of her covers' tight hold on her, glancing over at Robin every now and then, though not too often since she didn't want to risk being seen doing it. She had been expecting the worst for this vacation, yet somehow things were going even worse than that. And this was only the first day!