"Nice to meet you," Robin replied. "Do you think you have anything here that will fit her?"

"Here?" Samara looked around the department. "Oh, no, definitely not. But I promise we'll find her something! Come on!" She took a step out into the aisle, then turned to look at Sierra. "Do you have your glasses?" she asked.

"Glasses?" Sierra furrowed her brow.

"I'm afraid she lost her luggage, poor thing, so she doesn't have anything," Robin said. "But I don't think I've ever seen her wear glasses."

Samara shook her head. "Yeah, she doesn't like to, because they embarrass her. But if she doesn't wear them, she gets headaches, which make her grumpy, like she is now. I think we have some readers that are pretty close to what she needs. Just wait here, I'll go grab them for her."

She darted away, leaving Sierra and Robin alone. Sierra fidgeted, wondering what Samara was up to, while Robin marvelled, "She seems nice! Isn't it funny, finding someone you know here?"

"Yeah," Sierra grumbled.

A few moments later, Samara returned, holding a pair of glasses. They had pink plastic frames, and the hinges were made to look like butterflies. Samara opened the arms and slid them onto Sierra's face before she could even protest. "There!" she declared. "Now, doesn't she look cute?" she asked Robin, handing her an empty box. "You can just pay for them with the rest of her stuff."

"She does!" Robin agreed. "There's no need to feel embarrassed, sweetie, they look good! They make you look smarter."

"They do!" Samara grinned. Sierra gave her a strange look, trying to work out what her game was. Why had she lied about glasses? Why did she want Sierra to wear these?

She got her answer as she glanced down at the girl's name tag. She frowned, tilting her head to the side in confusion, trying to figure out why, instead of Samara's name, there were just a bunch of strange, unintelligible symbols. It took her a few moments to think to look somewhere else, her eyes widening as she looked at a sign behind Samara, one she had been able to read easily just a few moments before. Now it was gibberish.

She gasped, reaching up to take the glasses off. Robin's hand closed over her's, stopping her before she could. "No, Sierra," she said sternly. "If you need them, then you should get used to wearing them. It'll be better for you in the long run, I promise."

"But I don't need them!" Sierra stomped her foot.

"She used to say that all the time," Samara chuckled. "It's good to see some things never change."

"Well, some things will," Robin promised. "I'm going to make sure she takes better care of herself from here on."

"That's good," Samara nodded. "She's just so absent-minded sometimes. Ah, here we go." Samara stopped walking in front of the kids' department. "These sizes are more like it."

Sierra looked around in horror. Everything here seemed simpler, more cutesy, and far less mature than anything in the juniors' department. "This looks more like it!" Robin declared. "Now, I know what she's going to want to get, but before she does, I want her to just try out something for me, just to humor me."

"Does she at least have shoes?" Samara asked, and when Robin shook her head, she helpfully raced off to correct that.

Sierra tagged along behind as Robin picked out a short, purple, ruffled skirt and a white sleeveless top with a lace Peter Pan collar. Sierra groaned at the sight of it, but Robin said, "Just try it on for me, okay? Just one outfit, and if you hate it, you can get what you want. I'm paying for this, so it's the least you can do, don't you think?"

Sierra begrudgingly nodded, taking the clothes and heading for the changing rooms. Before she could get there, Samara returned, shoebox in hand. She caught up with Robin and Sierra, then stopped them beside the shelves of underwear. "What about this?" she asked, nodding towards the rows of childish panties, decorated with cartoon characters, and looking hardly more mature than training pants. In fact, some of them were!

"We'll... see about that," Robin said after hesitating for a moment in a worrying way.

Sierra saw Samara's grin widen for a second before she moved on to the next thing. "I bet she needs sock, though," she surmised, grabbing a pair of white, lacy ankle socks. "Oh, and what about bras?"

Sierra blushed, starting to cross her arms over her chest even before Samara and Robin both began to stare at her. "Come on, it's natural," Robin cooed, gently pushing Sierra's arms down. "Do you think she needs one?"

"Yes!" Sierra declared. "But I can go get some from the real lingerie aisle!"

They both gave Sierra a look simultaneously, making her all too aware of just how much better endowed they both were as she fidgeted in front of them. "I guess she should have something," Robin said, though her tone made Sierra wonder if she was just doing it to make her feel better. "These should do." She reached out, plucking a set off the hook. Sierra's cheeks reddened as she saw what had been chosen for her. They were pink, purple, yellow, all soft, pastel colors, and dotted with things like polka dots, hearts, butterflies, flowers, and rainbows. They had lace and ribbons, and looked completely childish, which made sense considering they were obviously training bras.

"No!" Sierra pouted.

"You don't think you need them?" Robin asked.

Sierra blushed, not wanting to admit to that. "They aren't gonna fit! I wear real bras!" she whined. She just hadn't bothered with one the day before because she wanted to be comfy while she traveled, that was all!

"Well, then we can try another size. At least give them a shot," Robin told her. "Now, this should about do it. Do you want to model for us?" Sierra shook her head quickly.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Samara encouraged her. "Your own private fashion show! Your stepmother needs to see how everything looks anyway."

Everything was shoved into Sierra's arms, and she stood there, staring down at the childish stuff, wondering if she was really about to put all of it on, then parade around for these two.

Robin read her hesitation a different way. "Do you need some help?" she asked, sounding almost hopeful.

"No!" Sierra barked. There was no way she was going to let Robin dress her up like some doll! Robin looked a little hurt, but Sierra found it hard to feel too guilty about it.

"Come on, I'll unlock the door for you," Samara guided Sierra towards the fitting rooms, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a key. She walked past door after door, until they were at the room furthest from where Robin was waiting, and unlocked it, pushing Sierra inside. "Oh, what was that?" she asked loudly. "Now, that's not very nice, Sierra! You should let your stepmother help if you need it. But if you prefer me, I'd be happy to."

Before Sierra could contradict her, Robin had shoved her way into the room, shutting the door behind her. She grinned down at Sierra, standing there with her armful of clothes. Sierra squeaked as the girl reached out, pushing a hand roughly under her skirt and pressing against the padding around her waist. "Just what I thought," she smirked. "Your stepmommy doesn't want to let you have big girl panties because you're still potty training, aren't you? After all this time? How old are you now, twenty?"

"G-Go away," Sierra demanded, with as much authority as she could muster. "I don't need your 'help'!"

"Aww, that's too bad," Samara said in a tone that made it clear she thought the complete opposite. "Because you know what this is the perfect opportunity for? A makeover!" She pulled her wand from her back pocket, and before Sierra could react, she snapped it in the direction of her face, saying a quick charm. "Smile for me, sweetie!"

Sierra gasped, feeling something growing inside her mouth. Frantically, she dropped the clothes she was holding, along with the keycard she'd been clinging to the whole time, turning to the mirror to see what was going on. She opened her mouth, eyes widening as she saw there were now braces on her teeth, brightly colored rubber bands decorating them. "Y-You're going to get in trouble!" she whined, her only real defense at the moment as she stared at the younger, yet taller, girl and her wand.

"Oh, you silly little girl," Samara smirked. "I've already had my birthday, and, unlike you, I actually graduated. I can do whatever I want with my wand, whenever I want. I could shrink you down to fit in the tiniest baby clothes we have here, erase whatever you actually keep in that silly little head of yours, and reverse what little potty training you actually have, and nobody's going to show up to take me away, or save you. Is that what you want?"

Sierra hadn't even realized she was backing up until she bumped against the wall. She gulped, glancing back at what she'd run into, and then back at Samara, realizing the girl wanted an answer. "Yes!" she blurted out. "Yes, do it!"

She almost didn't realize what she said for a moment, then gasped, her hands shooting up to her face. She tried once again to say, "No! Please, don't!", but it came out, "Yes, yes!"

"All right, then, no need to beg," Samara smiled at her, waving her wand. To Sierra's horror, the girl, and the dressing room around her, started to grow larger around her.

"Yes! Keep going! I want to be a little baby!" she squealed, groaning in frustration as her mouth said the complete opposite of what she'd meant. She wracked her brain quickly as she continued to shrink, her dress growing longer, but her Pull-Ups gradually slipping down her ever smaller legs. After a moment, she tried to say, "Don't stop! Come on, I want to be a tiny, helpless baby!" and, to her horror, that's exactly what she did.

"Don't worry, you're almost there," Samara told her. With a crinkle, the Pull-Ups finally fell all the way off Sierra's waist, landing in a pile around her feet. Samara easily picked Sierra up, lifting her right out of her old clothes, and set her to one side as she picked up the training pants. "You're much too little for these now," she said, holding them up in front of Sierra as she ran a finger inside of them. "Oh, but they're dry! Good girl! I wouldn't expect that to happen again anytime soon."

Sierra stomped her tiny foot in frustration. "Yes! Yes! You can do this to me! I am a baby!" she fumed, getting more and more angry as her mouth changed her words on her yet again. The straps on her dress finally slid free from her shoulders, leaving her standing there, naked.

"I know you are," Samara grinned, kneeling down in front of Sierra, who had finally stopped getting smaller. "Now, what should we get rid of first?" she asked, poking at Sierra's head and then tummy with her wand. "Your memory, or your potty training."

"Neither!" Sierra tried to plead, but of course it came out, "Both!" instead. She stomped her foot again, tears stinging at her eyes. "Yes!"

"If that's what you want," Samara was all too happy to agree. Sierra whimpered and squirmed as the girl started waving her wand, only to stop, laughing to herself. "Oh, you should see yourself. You're just too cute!" She flicked her wand and Sierra flinched, but to her surprise, she felt herself starting to grow again.

"You don't even know what's going on, do you?" Samara shook her head. "Have you ever seen Oklahoma? You know that one song, 'I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Say No'? Well, that's you right now." Sierra frowned as she looked up at Samara, who pointed to Sierra's mouth with her wand. Finally, as she grabbed at the dress around her feet to hold over her growing body, Sierra pieced it together. There must be an enchantment on the braces! Samara chuckled at Sierra's expression as she grabbed the dress and yanked it out of Sierra's hands, leaving her naked and unprotected. She dropped the dress with the flip-flops, then waved her wand at them, making both vanish. "I know that's your favorite word and all, but it isn't good for a little girl like you to be so negative all the time. I'm sure you'll get used to it."

Sierra stopped growing, a little early she thought, though maybe Samara just looked a little taller after putting Sierra through all that. "I hate you," she grumbled, only for it to come out, "I love you."

"I know," Samara said, kissing her on the top of the head. "Now, let's get to work." She bent down, holding Sierra's Pull-Up out in front of her feet. "Step into your trainers now, we don't want you peeing in your new clothes before you've even paid for them, or I might have to give you a spanking."

"Samara, please do this," Sierra begged, still not used to her new pattern of speech.

"Oh, don't worry, I will," Samara winked. "I had so many fun plans for you for when you came back to school, and you never did. I can't make up for all of them now, but I'll see what I can do. Now let's get your trainers on, young lady. Or would you like me to make sure you need these?"

Sierra obediently stepped into the Pull-Ups, not daring to say anything that might give Samara an excuse to cast another spell on her. "Good girl," Samara praised her, sliding them up her legs and letting them snap into place. Next, she turned to the bras, choosing the one covered in hearts and sliding it off the hanger. Sierra reached for it, but Samara easily lifted it out of her reach and sliding it over her head instead, pulling it down over her chest.

Sierra squirmed, reaching up to tug at the elastic. "It's too small," she complained, feeling glad to have been proven right. It might be in the smallest sizes, but she was sure she did need an actual bra.

"Not by much," Samara pointed out. "And there are bigger sizes out there. But you've tried that one on already, so I really don't know that we can re-sell it, you know. Oh, I know!" She pulled out her wand, tapping it against Sierra's chest. Sierra gasped as she watched it shrink, becoming the perfect fit for her new training bra.

Angrily, she looked back up at the satisfied looking Samara. She angrily reached for the girl's wand, but Samara easily pulled it away, grabbing Sierra's wrist with one hand while she put the wand back in her pocket with the other, walking to the other side of the dressing room to the little bench and sitting down, pulling Sierra over her lap.

Sierra gasped and squirmed, recognizing immediately what was happening. "Samara, I'm sorry!" she squealed. "Please, do it!"

"What's that?" Samara bent down over her. "You want me to spank you for being a naughty girl and trying to take what isn't yours?"

Sierra instinctively yelped, "Yes!", tears of frustration forming in her eyes as she struggled to say 'No' instead, to no avail. She whimpered as Samara swatted her hard across her slightly padded backside, sure she was about to get it thoroughly warmed, but to her surprise, the girl turned her over, sitting her up on her lap instead, bouncing her there as she got her wand back out, floating the socks and shoes up to the bench with her. She pulled the socks onto Sierra's feet, then opened the shoe box.

Sierra had been expecting something childish, and she wasn't disappointed. They were pink and white, and covered in Disney princesses and hearts. There were no laces on them, only velcro, and as Samara picked the first one up to put it on Sierra, she tapped it against the bench so the girl could see that they lit up.

"I can put my own shoes on," Sierra offered, still sniffling slightly from her little scare.

"I'm sure you can," Samara told her as she slid the shoe on Sierra's foot anyway. "Even a little girl like you can figure out these kinds of shoes! None of those confusing laces to worry about or anything! And they even match your little Pull-Ups! See, there's Cinderella!" Sierra blushed as Samara pressed a hand to the front of her Pull-Ups, rubbing them and smirking as she watched Sierra squirm. "Just like there." She stopped after a few moments and put the second shoe on, then set Sierra down on her feet, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to get a good look at her.

"Look at you!" Samara giggled, obviously very pleased with her own work. "Training bra," she poked at Sierra's chest, "training panties," she poked her Pull-Ups, "and training shoes. And you barely even put up a fight. What are you training for, little girl? Are you training to be a big girl, or a baby?"

"I'm a big girl!" Sierra insisted, stomping her foot and making the lights on her shoes flash.

"You sure are," Samara smirked, standing up and taking Sierra's hand. "Come on, let's go show your Stepmommy what a big girl you are!"

Sierra gasped, trying to tug her hand free from Samara's grip as they approached the door. She couldn't go out into the store like this! To her surprise, she actually managed to yank herself free, but as soon as she did, she let out another gasp as she stumbled, nearly falling over. She got her footing and tried again to step away from Samara, nearly tripping over her own feet again.

"What's the matter?" Samara taunted. "Forget how to walk? Don't worry, I'm sure your Stepmommy will always be there to give you a hand." Thankfully, Samara didn't try to pull her back towards the door. Instead, she picked up the rest of the outfit Robin had picked out, making Sierra step into the skirt and pulling the shirt down over her head. The skirt was a little shorter than the dress had been, but Sierra was pretty sure if she was careful, it would be okay. Then again, it was hard to be careful when she was stumbling with every step.

"All right, now we can show her," Samara said, taking Sierra's hand once again. Sierra prepared herself, but she had no problem keeping up with Samara as the girl led her out of the dressing room and to Robin. It wasn't until Robin let go of her hand and pushed her to take the last few steps to Robin that she nearly tripped over her own feet. Sierra turned back towards Samara, glaring at her as she realized it had to be another spell, this one on her shoes.

"Oh, how precious!" Robin melted. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sierra, I mean, you look very pretty. Don't you think so, Samara?"

"I think she's never looked better," the girl nodded. "How about you give a little spin so she can see the whole thing, Sierra? And do you like it?"

Sierra slowly and carefully turned, feeling ridiculous as she put on this fashion show, glaring angrily at Samara once she had her back on Robin, sticking out her tongue, since that was about all she could do for revenge at the moment.

"Do you?" Robin repeated Samara's question, sounding hopeful.

Sierra sighed, knowing there was no way to deny it with this spell on her. "Yes," she was forced to say.

"I knew you would!" Robin beamed.

"Don't be sad, we all still know you're a tough, independent woman, even if you dress cutely," Samara said, sounding sincere, though Sierra knew it was just for Robin's sake. "Go on and smile, it's okay," she urged. "You always look so grumpy."

Sierra forced herself to smile, and she could see Robin do a bit of a double take, probably wondering to herself if she'd noticed the braces before. "Has your stepmother even seen you smile, or are you always so gloomy around her?"

"I'm not sure I have," Robin admitted. Sierra knew she was usually in a bad mood when Robin was over, so it might be true, which meant Samara could get away with these braces without any more of an explanation.

"Do you want to tell her what you told me?" Samara asked. Sierra blinked, looking up at the girl in confusion. Samara chuckled. "She's so bashful sometimes! She told me that she liked this outfit so much, she wants you to pick out some more for her!"

"I'd love to!" Robin gushed. "You just go wait in your fitting room and I'll bring you some!"

Samara took Sierra's hand, leading her back to the fitting room. She yanked the skirt off of her, nearly making her fall over as she stepped out of it, then said, "Stay here." She looked down at Sierra with a giggle. "Or don't. That's fine, too."

She left the room, leaving Sierra standing there on her own. Sierra looked down at herself, blushing at her fully exposed Pull-Ups. Even if she had anywhere else to go, and could get there with any kind of speed without tripping all over herself, she wasn't about to run through the store like this! Sierra fidgeted, not daring to let her eyes wander over to the mirror, not wanting to know how ridiculous she must look right now, even though she was morbidly curious.

Samara returned before Sierra could give into temptation. To Sierra's surprise, she was holding what looked like the same skirt as before, but she insisted on making Sierra try it on anyway. The waistband felt a little tighter, but not too bad. More worrying was the length of the skirt. Every little movement, every shift of her weight, which happened quite often as she stood there on her own, trying to keep her balance, left her flashing her Pull-Ups. She wasn't positive that they would be fully covered even if she stood perfectly still!

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and Samara loudly asked, "Are you sure about this, Sierra?" There was a knock on the door, and she pulled it open, making Sierra blush as her new outfit was exposed to Robin, standing there and looking in.

She smiled at the sight, then turned a little more serious. "I know I encouraged you to show off your legs more, but this might be taking it a little far," she said gently.

Sierra opened her mouth, ready to jump on an opportunity to take advantage of the brace's curse so she could get out of this without Samara getting mad at her, since she didn't have a choice but to agree. Samara was too quick for her, though. "She just told me she liked it a lot better," she said, tugging at Sierra's skirt, as if she was concerned with her modesty. "It's a little short, but I think she could get by with it. If it's what she wants," she shrugged.

Robin frowned, then shrugged as well. "I can find you things in that size if you want," she offered.

Samara turned to Sierra with a grin. "Is that what you want, Sierra?" she asked, fully aware of the only answer Sierra could give. Sierra pouted and squirmed, but ultimately, she had no choice but to nod.

Despite her initial reluctance, Robin had no trouble finding plenty of things for Sierra to try on. There were jumpers and sundresses, and skirts that were pleated, ruffled, and lacy, none long enough to keep her childish underwear covered fully. Samara would dress her up, show her off, then leave her in the fitting room as she went to talk to Robin.

Sierra couldn't do much more than fidget and wait for her next outfit, wondering what Samara was telling Robin her opinion was on each of the things she tried on, and what Robin was claiming she wanted to try on next. Sometimes she was in there for what felt like an eternity, making her worry that she had been abandoned here in just her underthings, while her bladder began to grow more and more full. That just made her squirming worse, as she pressed her legs together, sometimes even pushing her hands against her padded crotch. Had Samara done something to Robin? Was she going to be trapped in there until she had no choice but to wet herself, and somebody came to check the fitting rooms and discovered her there? But Samara always showed back up, eventually, with some new childish set of clothes, making Sierra suppress her wiggling as much as she could, not wanting the girl to guess how badly she needed to use the bathroom.

The only things she got to try on with pants were a set of pink pajamas, complete with tiny shorts and a shirt hemmed with ruffles that just barely reached her belly button, and a swimming suit. It wasn't a bikini, of course, but she was sort of glad that it at least wasn't a one-piece. It was a tankini instead, with a picture of Ariel swimming across the front. It was obviously meant for a little kid, but so were the rest of her clothes, so there were probably worse things they could have found for her.

It all started to blend together after a while, until Samara announced, "Look what I found!" as she walked in the door. She held up the hanger, showing off an outfit that was all too familiar. It was a green sailor suit, trimmed in white, and it looked just like the uniform Sierra had worn at reform school. "It's the last one," she smiled, starting to pull it off the hanger. "It's lucky I happened to see it hiding there behind all those other clothes."

Sierra was sure that was the story Samara had told Robin, just like she was sure the truth was that Samara had conjured this up just for her. The girl was all too happy to help Sierra into it, before grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her, at last, to look in the mirror.

Sierra gasped at what she saw there, trying to look down at her feet, only for Samara to reach down and push her chin back upwards. Between the glasses, the braces and her now even flatter chest, she already looked younger. But below that, with every uncomfortable shuffle of her feet, her skirt was swishing, flashing a little more of her training pants. She looked like an silly, innocent little girl, too young to think, or care, about keeping her panties covered, and too young for anyone to even bother correcting yet. What difference did it really make? Maybe when she was older. It was only then that she noticed her toes and knees pointing inward in a bashful pigeon-toed, knock-kneed stance. She carefully moved her feet, trying to make it go away, but every time they came to a rest, they went back to that position.

"Just look at you," Samara cooed into her ear. "You can't read, can barely walk, and if you're anything like you were in school, you can't keep those trainers of yours dry for long. How old are you?"

Sierra blushed bright red, shuffling her feet. "T-Twenty," she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip as she felt another pang from her now quite full bladder. Not now! She couldn't wet herself here, with Samara right next to her, taunting her!

"Twenty?" Samara giggled. "Please! Like anyone would believe that! You're just a dorky, pathetic little girl, aren't you? I can't believe I ever let you do my homework for me! I'm surprised I didn't flunk that whole class for turning something you wrote in! You look like you dropped out of preschool, not your final year!"

Sierra scowled. Samara hadn't 'let' her do anything, she'd forced her to, but at the moment, that was ancient history. "You did this to me!" Sierra pointed out with a pout, her voice sounding especially whiny as she managed, once again, to keep her bladder in check, just barely.

"Yes, I did," Samara said proudly. "And you barely even lifted a finger to stop me. One tiny swat on your bum, and you were the sweetest, most obedient, most pathetic little girl I've ever seen. You must get spanked a lot, huh? I'm not surprised. You clearly need it. You can't be trusted to take care of yourself, and without your little braces, you refuse to let anyone else do it. But now you don't have a choice, do you?"

Sierra looked over at her, gulping. "Y-You are going to take them off, right?"

Samara shrugged. "I'm sure the spell will wear off eventually," she said, taking Sierra's hand. "Let's go, dress-up time is over." She opened the door and led Sierra outside, where Robin was waiting. "She wanted to wear this one one," she announced, handing the tags over to Robin. Robin had a shopping cart now, piled high with clothes, as well as other things. Sierra's eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of packages sitting on top of the clothes. One was Pull-Ups, which looked just like the ones she had now. She couldn't make out the writing on the package, but from the look of the design, she guessed they were night-time ones, which explained why this one had felt a little thicker than she remembered Pull-Ups being. The other package was diapers. She blushed automatically, but the packaging was really rather discrete, and didn't have any happy looking toddlers on it, so she assumed they were youth sized, anyway, which was a small mercy. She'd half expected them to pick out baby diapers for her.

Even so, she pulled away from Samara, stumbling her way clumsily to the cart and grabbing at the diapers. "I..!" she started to protest, only to realize, too late, that she couldn't say what she wanted. If she tried to say she didn't need them, she'd only say the opposite. She she just stood there, holding the package and blushing as she struggled to think of a way to phrase it, or some other thing to say instead to justify why she'd picked it up.

Before she could, Samara stepped in. "Those aren't the right ones, are they? I'm sorry, I forgot, you get the extra-thick ones, don't you? It's been so long. We thought you might like these ones, since they're plain white, but I can get you those if you need them."

Sierra blushed, trying to avoid Robin's gaze. Just that morning, Sierra had told her that these accidents weren't normal. What had Samara been telling her? "Th-That was a long time ago!" Sierra squeaked. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about, especially with these people, and especially when she knew she was one little mistake away from wetting her pants right now.

"Just a little over a year," Samara corrected her. "But it feels like forever, doesn't it? So, what do you think? Do you want to try these?"

Sierra wasn't sure if Samara was talking to her or Robin, but the robot was the one who answered first. "She did soak through her Goodnite this morning, and I promised the housekeeper I'd make sure it wouldn't happen again." Sierra wanted to sink through the floor as she looked around nervously, hoping none of the other shoppers had heard Robin so frankly discussing her business out loud like that. "But I guess it's up to you, Sierra. Do you think you can get by with the normal ones?"

Before Sierra could leap on that opportunity to let her curse work for her, Samara once again interrupted. "Or should I grab you a package of the extra-thick?"

"The normal ones are fine," she replied, side-stepping the yes or no question altogether. She gave Robin a satisfied smile.

"They're fine," the girl responded, "But do you need the others?"

Sierra's smile turned to a glare. "These are fine!" she repeated, hugging the package to her chest, before blushing as she realized what she was doing.

"But do you need the thicker ones?" Robin asked this time. Sierra sighed, realizing they weren't going to let her get away with that answer. Reluctantly, she nodded her head. Robin smiled, gently pulling the diapers away and giving Sierra a hug. "Thank you for telling the truth, Sierra. I'm proud of you for being so responsible, so you don't make things harder for everyone else. That's very mature of you. And you don't have to be embarrassed. Sometimes these problems resurface, but I'm sure we can get them back under control." She turned to Samara. "Are you sure you have the extra-thick? I didn't see them."

"Oh, I think they needed to be restocked," Samara said. "I'll grab you a package out of the back when you go up to check out." Sierra was sure that meant they didn't actually exist, and Samara was just going to conjure up something humiliating for her.

"Now, do you guys need anything else?" Samara asked. "I'd be happy to help!"

"I think this should just about do it," Robin said. "You've been such a big help already!"

"Oh, I'd do anything for Sierra," Samara grinned. "She's such a sweetie."

Sierra blushed, looking down at the cart again. Was this really going to be her wardrobe for the rest of this vacation?! She squirmed, staring down at the Pull-Ups and the diapers. She looked back at the underwear shelves desperately. She let go of the cart, stumbling over to them. Frantically, she searched the packages, looking for the plainest, the least childish. It was hard to do, but after a moment, she spotted a set that were just pastel colored, with a single word across the top of each.

"Can I have these?" she grabbed a package, turning back to Robin. "Please?"

Robin looked at her skeptically. "I got you these," she said, holding up the Pull-Ups. "I thought they might be safer. They're the same thing, just with a little protection, just in case. I'm sure nobody can tell the difference."

"I want these!" Sierra stomped her foot, lights on her velcro shoes flashing.

"Now, come on, Sierra," Samara smiled down at her calmly. "You can tell us the truth. Do you really think those are a good idea? I think it might be a good idea to wear your training pants for a little while, don't you?"

Sierra stared up at her like a deer in headlights. What could she do? Because of these braces, she couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to! She started to shake her head, but she had a feeling Samara would have thought of that, too, so she did it very slowly, and sure enough she felt her jaw being pulled downwards instead. So she just stood there, squirming nervously as Samara and Robin watched her, whining as her bladder gave another twinge at the worst possible time. She pushed her thighs together and her hand twitched towards her crotch, but she didn't dare move it any closer, or do much else, sure that they would both recognize a potty dance instantly and call her on it.

"I won't be angry, as long as you tell me the truth," Robin told her gently. "You were very mature about your nighttime diapers. If you need these, then we should get them." Sierra fidgeted even more, feeling Samara's gaze on her. She whimpered as a few drops of pee escaped into her Pull-Up, soaking into the waiting padding. They obviously weren't going to let her get away with not saying anything, so she had to come up with something.

"I can wear panties!" Sierra blurted out.

"I know you can, but should you?" Robin asked.

Sierra shot Samara a triumphant look, as the curse finally worked in her favor. "Of course!" she said, knowing that Samara would be annoyed that she had made it so there could be no different answer.

Unfortunately, Robin still wasn't convinced. "I don't know about that," she said, shaking her head. "You had two accidents in two days, or maybe just one day, depending on when you wet your bed." Sierra blushed bright red, looking down at the floor as Samara returned that same look Sierra had just given her. "I think maybe you should keep your protection for the rest of the day, but we'll get these anyway, how about that? If the Pull-Up you're wearing now is still dry tonight, then you can wear these, and we'll return the Pull-Ups."

Sierra blushed, unable to speak as she just barely kept her bladder from doing any more damage. She was pretty sure it had just been a little, just a dribble, but how thoroughly would Robin check? Was this whole conversation moot now?

"And you know what?" Samara grinned. "Since you like these ones so much, we can make your little trainers more like them!" Without warning, she knelt down in front of Sierra, lifting her skirt and exposing her Pull-Ups to anyone who might be looking as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a marker from her pocket. She scrawled something across the top, just like there was across the top of the underwear. "There, Monday!" she declared, surveying her work for a moment before letting Sierra's skirt fall back over it. "Here, you can take this and do that with your other Pull-Ups, if you need them. They'll be just like the panties, then!"

Sierra blushed, realizing she'd picked out day of the week panties without realizing it. Still, they were better than her other options.

"That's very sweet," Robin smiled at Samara. "I'll take that, that skirt doesn't have pockets, does it?" Sierra didn't think anything she'd tried on had, for that matter. "Oh, speaking of that, where is your keycard? Did you lose it already?"

"Umm..." Sierra bit her bottom lip, trying to think back to the last time she'd seen it. She'd been so preoccupied with other things, she hadn't even thought about it.

"And where is the dress? We need to return that, you know!" Sierra hadn't known that, but she didn't have an answer for that, either.

"I tucked that under the bench in the fitting room so it wouldn't get mixed in with her new things," Samara spoke up helpfully. "I bet her card is with it, too." She stepped into the fitting room, coming back out a moment later with everything, holding up the card to Sierra. "There you go! Or should I give that to her, too?"

"That one's hers," Robin said.

"Maybe she needs something to put it in," Samara suggested. "I know just the thing!" She scurried off, returning after a moment with what looked like a stuffed animal. It was white and fuzzy, and shaped like a bunny. "Do you like this one?" Samara asked. She turned it around, and Sierra saw there was a zipper on the back, as well as a strap.

"Are there any others?" Sierra asked hopefully.

"None as cute as this. Do you want it?" Samara smiled.

Sierra sighed, giving up and nodding. She thought about asking to see the others, but she had a feeling they would be just as childish, and Samara would just find some way to make her agree to get this one anyway. And she really wanted to be done with this as soon as she could, so she could get to the bathroom. Samara slipped the keycard into the purse, then took the marker from Robin and put that in as well, before handing the tag to Robin, and the purse to Sierra.

"That's just what she was missing!" Samara nodded. "You guys head up to the check-out and I'll meet you there with the right diapers." She took the package out of the shopping cart and headed off.

"Well, she's very nice, isn't she?" Robin said cheerfully. "It's so nice that we got to see one of your friends!"

"Yeah," Sierra grumbled. Even if she could have said the opposite, she was sure Robin wouldn't listen to her, now that Samara had proven to be so 'helpful'. Robin started to wheel the cart away and Sierra bashfully grabbed her hand. Robin looked down at her and smiled, making her look away and blush. She didn't really have a choice, she knew. If she walked slowly and carefully, she would never keep up with Robin, and if she tried to keep up, she'd been falling over her own feet the whole time, her short skirt constantly flashing her training pants. So it was in her best interest to hold Robin's hand and walk beside her like an obedient little girl, the handle of her bunny purse slung over her other shoulder.

The store had gotten quite busy since they'd been there, and, unfortunately, the checkout lanes were all backed up. Sierra groaned as she saw the lines, knowing her bladder wasn't going to hang on for much longer. She looked around desperately, searching for a bathroom sign. There were plenty of signs pointing all over the place, but with her glasses, none of them made much sense. She reached up to pull them off, but Robin saw her and gently swatted her hand away before she could, giving her a warning look.

Sierra pouted, annoyed at being denied, and then even more annoyed that Robin was keeping an even closer eye on her, making her feel especially self-conscious about every action. It was almost a relief when Samara showed back up with a package of diapers, one that looked far bigger and bulkier than the one she'd taken away. Sierra was a little scared to think of what the diapers themselves looked like.

"Thank you so much," Robin told her. "Could I ask for one more favor from you?"

"Of course!" Samara said.

"Could you take Sierra to the restroom? I've been waiting for her to go on her own, but I guess she's scared." Sierra's cheeks turned bright red. How long had Robin known?!

"Aww, that's okay," Samara grinned. "I can't blame you, there are a lot of people here. And you look awfully cute! Someone might snatch you up for themselves if they saw you wandering around on your own." She took Sierra's hand, taking her to the front of the store, and indeed, to Sierra's surprise, to the bathroom.

"Anyone in here?" Samara called, waiting a moment for an answer before pulling the door shut and locking it. Sierra tried to tug her hand free, suddenly afraid of what the other girl was planning. Samara tightened her grip, pulling Sierra to the first stall and pushing the door open. She smiled as she looked inside. "Perfect!" she declared.

Sierra looked around, wondering what made this so special. There was just a toilet, a toilet paper dispenser, and, on the wall, a small plastic rectangle. At first, Sierra thought it was a changing table, but it was too small for that. When Samara grabbed it and pulled on it, it folded down, creating a little seat, complete with strap, designed to give parents somewhere safe and clean to set their children while they used the bathroom.

Sierra started to struggle, but Samara had already lifted her up, plopping her down on the seat and pulling the straps over her shoulders, buckling them right in front of her padded crotch. Sitting, the skirt was even shorter, leaving the designs on the crotch quite visible, even when Sierra wasn't desperately squirming and trying to unbuckle herself. With a flick of Samara's wand, the buckles vanished, leaving her with no way to get out as the strap tightened slightly, making her gasp and squirm even more.

Samara reached up, running a hand along the exposed Pull-Up. "Still dry, huh? That's better than I expected. Maybe you are a big girl," she admitted, continuing to explore the fidgeting girl's padding thoroughly. "I guess I ought to let you use the potty like one, huh? It's okay fair. Oh, wait. What's this?"

Sierra blushed, feeling the girl's fingers slide under the strap at her crotch to find the one, tiny, wet spot she'd made. It barely even counted as an accident! Just a few drops! Sierra wasn't even sure if it could be felt from the outside, but feeling Robin's fingers there, so close to it, made her nervous. Samara rubbed the spot again, making Sierra wriggle anxiously, then, thankfully, she moved on. "Well, I'd better set a good example for you and wash up before I help you with the potty," Samara said.

She strutted out of the stall, and Sierra could see her feet moving under the walls of the stall. She marched to where the sinks were, and began to turn them on, one after the other, going down the line before turning back around and peeking back into the stall, leaving all the faucets running. Sierra was biting her bottom lip, squirming desperately on her seat, the sound of rushing water filling her ears and mind. She whimpered, pressing her hands to her crotch as the need to go just kept building.

"What's wrong, Sierra?" Samara teased. "You aren't going to give up now, are you? You're so close to the potty! You haven't forgotten how to use it, have you? Here, why don't I show you?" Sierra blushed, watching helplessly as Samara carefully slid down her tight pants, and then her skimpy, lacy, black panties before sitting down on the toilet next to Sierra. "Ahh, that feels so good! Do you remember what this feels like? Using a toilet like a big girl?" Sierra's cheeks flushed even darker as she heard another trickle joining the sound of the sinks, trying her best not to think about how close she was to doing the same thing, but in her pants.

"Just think how mad your Stepmommy would be," Samara mused, "when I tell her you couldn't even make it, when you were so close to the bathroom? When you come toddling out of here in a wet Pull-Up, do you think she'll return your cute little day of the week panties right away? She should, it would make it much easier for her, since I can't imagine you'll ever be mature enough for them, and it'll save her a trip later on. She can just grab another package of the diapers I made for you, that seems much more appropriate. But don't worry, there should be plenty there for her, even if she waits a few days. I doubt the workers here will notice them, or bother to do anything with them. I'm sure they'll just assume they're a new brand. But just you wait until you see them, Sierra. You're going to love them!"

Sierra furrowed her brow, still struggling to control herself, but also concerned with something she'd heard. "T-The workers?" she asked. "That's you, right?"

Samara chuckled, standing up and starting to wipe herself clean. "Me? Work in this dump? Please! I'm a witch, I don't need a job like this." She slid her underwear and pants back up and flushed the toilet, stepping out to wash her hands in one of the many running sinks. When she came back to the stall, she was holding her wand, which she tapped her nametag with, making it vanish. "I just made that so I could give you and your Stepmommy some 'help'," she said. "I never imagined it would go so well, though. I knew just where to find all the right things to finish your makeover." She tapped her wand against the front of Sierra's Pull-Up. "Have you gone yet? I think that'll really complete your new look. A nice, wet Pull-Up to peek out from your little skirt, so everyone walking by can see what you've done."

Sierra gritted her teeth, pushing her hands even harder into her trainers. "Do you think she'll spank you?" Samara asked. "I mean, I know I would, after you made such a show over how much you wanted those panties, only to prove you really aren't ready for them. I'd pull your little, wet training pants down right here and spank you silly, while all the good, grown up little girls walk by you to use the potties, since they actually know how."

She pushed Sierra's hand aside, checking her again. "Oh, still hanging in there?" she smiled. "How much longer do you think you can keep that up? Just listen to all that water, Sierra. Listen to it pouring, and dripping, and gushing out. You'd better get used to the sound, little girl, because if you wet yourself, I'll take away what little bladder control you have, and you'll be dribbling into your diapers 24/7. The only time you'll be dry is right after your Stepmommy changes you, and that won't last long. Maybe not even then. You might just wet yourself as she's changing you, but since she knows how you are, she'll just tape you into it anyway. Your diapers can hold quite a lot, after all, so one little accident is no big deal. Which is good, because all you do all day is just sit and play with your toys, and pee into your diapers, isn't it? You just pee, and pee, and pee..."

There was a knock on the door. Sierra had never been so glad to hear Robin's voice calling, "Are you in there, girls?" Samara waved her wands, and immediately the sinks all shut off. Sierra gave a sigh of relief as the sound of water stopped, and a moment later, the buckles had reappeared on the straps holding her into the seat. She reached for them, fumbling to try to get away, but Samara pushed her hands aside and did it for her, lifting her down and folding the seat back into the wall.

Instead of letting Sierra use the toilet that was right there, however, she just yanked the girl out of the stall, giving her trainers one last check. "That won't last long," she grumbled, unlocking the bathroom door. "Silly thing got in here and just wouldn't go!" she announced.

Sierra blushed, but even if she could verbally disagree, she supposed that was technically true. Even without any water currently running, however, she still had to go worse than ever, but she wasn't about to do it in front of Samara.

"Well, she will when she's ready," Robin shrugged, handing one of the large bags she was holding to Sierra. "You can carry this. I think it's about lunchtime. Thank your friend so we can go."

"Th-thanks, Samara," Sierra grumbled, fidgeting in her new, childish outfit. It was only temporary, she told herself. Once she got her suitcase, she could wear her old clothes, and even if she was stuck with the glasses for now, and maybe the braces, too, once she got ahold of her wand, she could hopefully undo the hexes on them.

"Any time," Samara hugged her. "I hope you two have a nice vacation!" Sierra picked up her bag and stumbled along behind Robin, who now had both hands full with bags of her own, so Sierra didn't have any to hold. Instead, she used her free hand to tug on her skirt, trying to will it to be longer as she struggled to keep up, and to keep her pants dry, and trying very hard not to think about how neither of those things had been nearly as big of a struggle when they got here.