Sierra fidgeted anxiously as she stood beside Robin, who was talking to the hostess at the restaurant. She wasn't sure if she was more nervous about her still very full bladder, or the fact that she was sure everyone had already noticed her Pull-Ups peeking out from under her skirt, and had instantly recognized them for what they were. Either way, she knew that her squirming was only making the latter problem worse, but it did make her feel a little better about the former, so she was just going to have to deal with it for now.

In the car, Robin had asked her where she wanted to eat, then immediately pulled up a list of local restaurants on her phone and pointed to one, asking Sierra, "How about there? That sounds good, doesn't it?"

Sierra, of course, couldn't read the name, and couldn't say no to it anyway, so she just shrugged and said, defeatedly, "All right." She had no idea what was around here anyway, so she supposed one place was just as good as another.

She had no idea what kind of food they had here, and the decor didn't help much, either. It just looked like a restaurant, nothing special, and the table their hostess led them to was right near the entrance, so she didn't even get a chance to see what the other customers were eating. On the bright side, it was a short enough trip that she only stumbled once or twice getting there, then happily hopped onto the chair.

"Would you like some crayons?" the hostess asked her, voice dripping with sugary sweetness.

"No!" Sierra answered without thinking. It was a question she got asked more often than she liked to admit when she went out to eat. Unfortunately, her instincts didn't help her this time, since the magic on her braces changed it to an equally adamant, "Yes!"

"Okay," the hostess smiled, heading back over to her station and coming back with a paper menu and a small package of crayons. "There you go, sweetie! There are all kinds of pretty pictures for you to color in here! If you do a really good job, you can even submit it to our contest, and if you win, you'll be famous!"

Sierra pouted as she was handed the menu. It was black and white, to make room for line art of bunnies and kitties to be colored in, and much smaller than Robin's, which was in full color and in a nice, plastic sleeve. More worrying, though, was the fact that neither one seemed to have any pictures of the food. She'd hoped she could at least find a picture that looked good and point to that, but now she had no idea what any of it was. She swung her feet nervously, flipping her menu over and over, staring at the squiggly lines as she tried to make sense of them. Finally, she reached up to take her glasses off, only to let out a squeak as Robin smacked her on the hand.

"But..." Sierra whined.

"It's for the best, Sierra," Robin lectured her.

Sierra scowled, dropping her menu. "I'm going to the bathroom!" she sulked.

"Are you sure this time?" Robin asked. "You just tried to go and couldn't."

"I'm sure!" Sierra snapped, blushing. "I'm an adult! I know!"

"Okay," Robin told her calmly. "Do you want to tell me what you want to order in case the waitress comes while you're gone?"

That stopped Sierra cold. "Umm," she bit her bottom lip, looking down at the menu she'd discarded. "Can I see yours?"

"Sure, I'm ready," Robin said, handing it over. Sierra felt a little better about herself as she took the regular, grown-up menu and opened it up. It didn't last long, since she didn't understand any of it, either, and, to make matters worse, she felt another twinge in her bladder. She squirmed in her seat, fighting to keep herself contained, barely noticing that her motions had left most of her training pants exposed until a girl a little younger than her, probably nineteen or so, walked up to their table.

"How are you girls doing today?" she asked, smiling down at Sierra. Sierra blushed and looked away, only to see the condition of her skirt. Quickly, she pulled it back down into place, but she was sure the waitress had already seen. "Are you ready to order, or should I just get you some drinks?"

"I'm ready," Robin said. "How about you, Sierra?"

"Sure," Sierra replied. She still had no idea, but she knew she wasn't going to get one anytime soon with Robin making sure she kept her glasses on. She wanted to get to the bathroom as quick as she could anyway. Maybe if Robin ordered something that sounded all right first, she'd just get the same thing.

"Why don't we start with you, then?" the waitress knelt down in front of Sierra. "What can I get you to drink?"

"W-Water's fine," Sierra looked back over the menu, suddenly feeling much more anxious again, knowing she'd have nothing to go off of.

"And what to eat, sweetie?"

Sierra chewed nervously on her bottom lip, flipping pages in the menu and praying that something, anything, would look familiar. Finally, she just jabbed her finger at one of the entries. "That!"

The waitress smiled patronizingly at her, and she immediately knew she'd screwed up somehow. "That is very tasty, but that's a dessert," she said. "I think you should probably have something a little healthier to eat first, don't you?" She glanced over at Robin for confirmation, and the woman nodded.

"Okay," Sierra sighed, blushing as the waitress giggled, mistaking her annoyance at having to make another blind stab in the dark for childish anger at not getting to eat dessert for lunch. Her bladder begged for relief again and she squeezed her legs together and started fidgeting, determined not to wet herself with the waitress right next to her, but knowing that every movement she made to try to stop herself could be flashing her training pants instead. Quickly, wanting to get the girl away from her, she flipped back a couple pages, choosing another listing at random.

"Oh, that's a good choice," the waitress told her, writing it down. "Very nutritious, and yummy! And what do you want for your sides?"

Sierra bit her bottom lip again, still wiggling in her seat desperately, not having expected to need to make any more decisions. She stared blankly at the menu, until, after a moment, the waitress gently turned the page, pointing to a smaller box. "You get two of these!" she said helpfully.

"This and this!" Sierra pointed at two of them. One of them was two words long, so she hoped it was french fries. At least those were familiar, and if nothing else she'd just eat those and leave the rest of whatever she'd wound up ordering. Then again, she had no idea if this place even served fries, so who knew what she'd end up with?

"Such a big, healthy girl!" the waitress grinned at her, jotting them down and taking the menu before turning to Robin and getting her order. Sierra squirmed in annoyance, having hoped that the waitress would repeat them back to her so she'd at least know what she was getting, or have the chance to change her mind and point to something else to give that a shot. Healthy didn't bode well for her fries, though.

She supposed she could have listened to what Robin ordered and 'changed her mind', but she didn't want to stretch this whole ordering ordeal out any longer than it needed to be. Not only that, but the waitress was walking away before Sierra even realized Robin had started her order, since she was so busy squirming in her seat as she fought back another wave of urine from her over-full bladder.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Sierra announced, probably a little too loudly, hopping down from her chair. She half-expected some resistance, but Robin just nodded.

Sierra stood in front of the table for a moment, looking around the restaurant, suddenly very aware that she had no idea where she was going. There were signs, but they all had nothing but words on them, and she couldn't even start to decipher them. She bit her bottom lip, knowing she had to pick one direction and hope for the best, so she set off, nearly tripping over her own feet before remembering she had to take it slow if she didn't have someone holding her hand. She let herself get a few feet away from the table before ripping off her glasses and looking up at the sign she had been following.

She'd been sure the worst that could happen was that the sign was for something other than the restrooms, and she'd just have to turn around and go another way, maybe looking a bit silly in front of Robin if she was paying attention. Unfortunately, she didn't expect what actually happened when she looked up at the sign.

It was still gibberish, just like it had been when she'd been wearing the glasses! She gasped, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes worriedly. When she opened them again, the letters were thankfully a little more familiar looking, but not enough for her to make out. She'd been worried the spell was permanent, but it seemed like it had just rubbed off on her a bit from wearing the glasses. Like with the braces, if she had a little time without them, she was pretty sure she'd recover.

At the moment, however, she didn't have time. She whimpered, reaching a hand under her skirt as she felt another urgent twinge. She blushed at the feeling of padding there, and the slight crinkle she heard as she pressed it against herself desperately. Annoyed and not wanting a lecture when she got back to the table, she put the glasses back on and continued clumsily following the sign, searching for a door and praying it would have a stick person on it, and not just the word 'Women', or 'Ladies'.

Thankfully, it seemed like her luck was taking a turn for the better as she saw a hallway. Thinking there was sure to be a pair of doors if she went down it, she headed that way, picking up the pace now that relief was finally in sight. Her balance was getting dangerously bad now, but she had to balance safety with getting to the bathroom on time, and right now the latter was winning, even though she had a feeling if she tripped and fell she wouldn't be able to help having an accident. Before she could get to it, however, the waitress rounded the corner, nearly running into her. Sierra quickly moved her hand away from her Pull-Up, not thinking about how she'd been running through the restaurant like that where anyone could see her until someone she sort of knew was in sight.

"Sorry there, sweetie!" she exclaimed, looking down at Sierra. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh..." Sierra's cheeks flushed.

"Do you want to see the kitchen?" the waitress asked. Sierra tried to shake her head, only to feel her chin being pulled up and down instead. The waitress smiled patiently at her, as if she were a precious little kid, not a powerful witch older than her. "It is really cool to see the chefs work, but the kitchen is a dangerous place. Maybe when you're older, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Sierra's hand and started leading her away. "Let's get you back to your table, okay?"

Sierra tried to whine, "No," but it came out, "Okay," instead. It was going to look very suspicious for her to be taken back to Robin, only to immediately excuse herself again. And the trip there and then back to the bathrooms, if she got lucky with her next guess, was going to take time, maybe more than she had left, especially with how slow she had to move.

She had no choice. As embarrassing as it was to have to ask for help with this, especially from this girl she barely knew, it was probably now or never. She gulped, trying to pull free of the waitress's hand in vain before squeaking out, "I-I have to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, you do, do you?" the waitress teased. "I thought you seemed like quite the wiggle-worm when you were ordering!" Sierra gasped as the girl reached down, tickling her tummy. A giggle escaped from Sierra involuntarily, but it wasn't the only thing.

The waitress didn't seem to notice. "Do you need your Mommy to take you?" she asked.

Sierra was frozen in place, clamping her thighs together desperately. She'd only lost control for a brief second, but as full as her bladder felt, she wasn't sure how much had really gotten out, or how much damage it had done. The padding definitely felt a little warmer now, squishing slightly between her legs, but she was probably also hyper-aware of it at the moment. She wanted to say no, she could go on her own, but she couldn't. Even if she could, and the waitress just let her go, she had even less time to find the bathroom now if she was going to avoid a full soaking.

"It's okay if you do," the waitress smiled at her. "Everyone needs help sometimes!"

Sierra gritted her teeth, blushing bright red as she forced herself to ask, "Can you take me?" It was the only thing she could come up with to say that might give her a chance at minimizing the damage to both her training pants and ego.

"Hmm," the waitress considered for a long moment, while Sierra fidgeted in place, the whole thing just made worse by the fact that she could tell the girl was just pretending to think. "On one condition! If you promise to color your menu nice and pretty for me, I'll do it!"

Sierra would have agreed to anything, even if the spell on her braces didn't mean she had to anyway. "Okay!" she nodded, and thankfully the waitress started moving, heading off to the other side of the restaurant. The door Sierra was led to didn't have a picture after all, and the scribbling on it looked very similar to that on the door next to it, but Sierra trusted that the girl had led her to the women's room, seeing as she didn't have much of a choice.

"Can you go in on your own?" the waitress asked her very seriously, keeping a tight grip on her hand.

"Yes!" Sierra replied, trying to tug free. She glared at the girl, annoyed, wondering how young she thought Sierra was, only to remember that there was a good chance she had seen Sierra's Pull-Ups while taking her order. That probably hadn't helped in the girl's mental estimation of Sierra's maturity.

The girl didn't seem to trust her, not letting go of her hand before opening the bathroom door and walking inside, leading Sierra to one of the stalls. Sierra was terrified that the waitress would go in with her and help her undress, but thankfully, she stopped short of that. "I'll be out here if you need anything," she said, finally letting go of Sierra.

Sierra scurried into the stall, pushing the door shut and locking it. In a flash, she'd pushed her skirt and training pants down and hopping onto the toilet just in time. Any other time, knowing someone was standing right outside the door would have given her a shy bladder, but right then, there was no holding back. Sierra was pretty sure she'd never held it so long before, and was almost proud of herself until she got off the toilet and glanced at her feet.

She looked down into the Pull-Up, seeing the damp spot there. Nervously, she pushed the skirt aside to examine the outside. One of the designs looked a bit smudged! It wasn't faded all the way, and the more she stared at it, the more she tried to convince herself that nobody would think twice about it. They'd just assume it was a printing error or something. Then again, she was dealing with Robin here, a robot who was probably looking for the smallest excuse to have her back in diapers!

"Everything okay in there?" the waitress asked.

Sierra shook her head and yanked the trainers back up. The wet spot was starting to feel clammy already, and as she bent down to grab her skirt, the squishiness seemed even more obvious, too. Even if nobody saw from the outside, it was very obvious inside the training pants what had happened. That made it even harder to open the door and face the girl outside.

"Did you remember to wipe?" the girl asked.

Sierra blushed and squeaked, "Yes!", but in the midst of her Pull-Up worries, it had totally slipped her mind.

The waitress obviously wasn't convinced, because she asked, "Are you sure?" and Sierra had no choice but to say yes. "That's funny, because I didn't hear any toilet paper being pulled out, or torn."

Sierra blushed, staring down at her feet and feeling like a little kid being scolded by her babysitter. "How about you go try again?" the waitress asked, and Sierra slunk back into the stall obediently. Once she was done, the waitress announced, "And now wash your hands!" before Sierra even had a chance to do it herself, as if she couldn't trust her to remember on her own.

As Sierra dried off her hands, she said hopefully, "I can go back to the table on my own," but the girl was already taking her hand again and marching her back through the restaurant. Now that she didn't have an overflowing bladder to worry about, Sierra was suddenly aware of how long the girl's strides were, and how much she was flashing her damp Pull-Ups keeping up with her. Luckily, there weren't many other people there at the moment, but that thought wasn't much of a comfort.

Sierra quickly scrambled to her seat when they got to the table, not wanting to stand in front of Robin for too long, even though sitting made the wet spot squelch slightly beneath her, reminding her of what she'd done, and was hoping the woman wouldn't notice. "Remember your promise," the waitress winked at Sierra, pushing the menu and crayons towards her.

Sierra blushed, taking the box of crayons and opening them up, concentrating on the menu on the table in front of her. She didn't dare look Robin in the eyes, not wanting any questions about why she'd come back with the waitress, or about her pants. How long was she really going to be able to keep the latter a secret? Even if Robin didn't notice, would she check Sierra later on, to make sure she'd actually gotten through the day without an accident? Even as small as it had been, there was no hiding it, or getting around the fact that she'd done it.

So she put all of her attention into coloring, biting her bottom lip as she focused, wanting to make sure every color was perfect, and that she stayed in all of the lines. She hadn't planned on coloring at all, but if the waitress was expecting her to, and was probably going to look at the picture when she was done to make sure she'd done it, Sierra wanted it to look as well done as possible, instead of like something a little kid had done. It took her a few minutes to realize that by doing so, as she squirmed in her damp trainers, legs kicking back and forth idly beneath her, she only looked more childish, which made her feel that way, too.

The feeling was only amplified when she glanced up and realized the waitress was still there, having a whispered conversation with Robin. Sierra's cheeks reddened as she saw the two of them looking at her, sure she was what they were talking about. Was the waitress telling Robin about her seemingly poor hygiene? Or had she noticed Sierra's accident? Was she telling Robin about that?!

Sierra opened her mouth to defend herself, but luckily stopped herself before she could speak. For one thing, she hadn't been paying attention, so she had no clue what she should try to explain, or deny. For another, even more important one, the spell on her braces would just make her admit to anything she tried to say she hadn't done, or wasn't her fault. Her cheeks darkened, and instead, she turned back to her picture. She was distracted now, though, trying to listen to what they were saying, and her colors started straying outside of the lines. Even when the waitress walked away from the table, patting Sierra on the head as she went, Sierra was still too distracted, worrying about what, if anything, Robin was going to say to her.

Before long, Sierra heard, "Oh, what a lovely job!" above her, tilting her head up to see the waitress standing over her. Gently, the girl pushed Sierra's menu out from in front of her, setting a plate down there instead.

"Say thank you," Robin reminded her.

Sierra did her best to keep her nose from wrinkling as she turned from the plate to the waitress. "Th-thanks," she said.

"No problem!" the waitress chirped. "Enjoy, sweetie!"

But Sierra was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to do that. On the plate in front of her was a bland looking piece of fish, along with some broccoli, and a small bowl of baked beans, none of which she liked in the slightest.

"That's a very good choice, going with the broiled fish instead of fried, or the fish sticks," Robin observed. "That's much better for you."

"Yeah," Sierra grumbled. At least if she'd gone with either of those, it might have seemed slightly more appetizing. What she had now just seemed like a slightly damp slab, plain and boring. Fried would have been a little better, though she still wasn't a huge fan. Fish sticks were a guilty pleasure of hers, something she would make for kids she babysat and then sneak a few of herself. Eating them in front of Robin might have been a little embarrassing, but at least they would have been tasty. She highly doubted this would be.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Sierra glanced over at Robin, and her plate of tasty looking chicken with some light sauce and mushrooms over rice, with carrots and peas to the side. It looked much better than what she'd gotten, at least other than the peas.

Sierra opened her mouth, but what could she say? She couldn't come out and say no, she couldn't say she didn't want it, or didn't like it, she couldn't do much of anything. She pouted, crossing her arms.

"This is what you ordered," Robin reminded her. "It looks very good, you should give it a try."

Sierra slumped down in her seat sulkily.

"It didn't take that long to get out here, you can't tell me you've changed your mind already," Robin sighed.

"Yes!" Sierra seized her chance to actually say it. "It looks gross. Can I order something else?"

"No!" Robin told her sternly. "You know what you were ordering, young lady, and you're going to eat every bite of it! You are not some picky four year old, you are an adult! If you didn't want it, you should have ordered something different to begin with!"

Sierra pouted, but Robin seemed serious, and she knew from her experiences in the past that she didn't want to get the robot any madder. Even if she was hiding her true nature now, it didn't seem wise to push her any further, especially in a public place, and Sierra was pretty sure there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better.

Sierra picked up her fork, taking a tiny bite of her fish, wrinkling her nose and moving on, trying to decide which of her sides was better. Finally, she stabbed the smallest floret of broccoli, wishing there was at least some cheese to go on to to disguise the taste. She glanced at Robin, who looked up from her already nearly halfway finished food and gave Sierra a pointed glare, prompting the girl to force down another bite of fish.

"I'm done!" Sierra announced after poking at her food for another few minutes.

"You most certainly are not," Robin disagreed.

"Well, I'm full," Sierra amended, thinking that was at least something that couldn't be denied.

"Eat, young lady," Robin ordered impatiently. "I have all sorts of fun plans, but we aren't leaving here until your plate is empty."

"But I'm fuuull," Sierra whined.

"If you're going to behave like a bratty child, we won't have time to do anything," Robin told her.

Sierra sighed, jabbing at another piece of broccoli and shoving it into her mouth. It was a kid's meal, so there really wasn't that much food, but any other time she would have refused to eat any of these things. She finally dipped her fork into the bowl of beans, taking out a few, along with their sauce. She scrunched her face as she chewed them, hoping her reaction would get some pity, but Robin just went ahead with eating her own lunch. She disliked them most of all in the best of times, and these seemed harder and grittier than she was even used to, making it a chore to choke them down.

"Drink some of your water," Robin instructed. "Maybe that will help."

Sierra obediently took her glass and started sucking on her straw. The nice, cool water did cleanse her palate a bit, and it was certainly better than any of her food. Her drinking it seemed to make Robin happy, too, so she kept at it until she had drained her glass, then she had to go back to her plate.

A few minutes later, the waitress dropped by, taking Sierra's empty glass and asking, "Is it good?"

"Yeah," Sierra mumbled.

"Then get eating!" the waitress teased her, walking off and then returning after a moment with a refilled glass of water. Sierra took a sip, and considered just drinking the whole thing again to stall for time, but that seemed like a bad idea. Even knowing where the bathroom was, she didn't want to fill her bladder up too much, now that she'd already had a bit of an accident.

It was her only reprieve from the food she'd gotten, however, and it was difficult to keep choking it all down without the water to wash it down. She went through far more water than she would have liked, and it made the whole ordeal last even longer. Robin was finished before long, and she sat back, watching, which made Sierra all the more self-conscious.

"Okay, I'm full now," Sierra tried again once she got through most of the fish, but Robin just raised an eyebrow to get Sierra's fork moving. She was alternating between the fish and the broccoli, trying to vary the tastes a bit, but as she reached the end of that, she realized doing that now meant she didn't have anything to do that with when she got to her beans, other than her water. By then, she really was starting to feel full, but it was obvious Robin wasn't going to let her stop.

"You're so thirsty!" the waitress teased as she dropped off another refill. "You're going to need the potty again before long at this rate!"

Sierra blushed, squirming in her seat, since her bladder was, indeed, starting to feel full again already along with her tummy. She really didn't want to have to go to the bathroom again while she was here. What if this girl noticed her going and decided that she needed her help? She wouldn't be surprised if the girl went into the stall with her to make sure she cleaned herself up properly this time.

"I'm okay!" Sierra insisted.

"If you say so," the waitress winked, but she was quick to refill Sierra's glass any time she got even close to empty.

After a few more futile attempts to get out of it, Sierra finally finished her lunch. The waitress brought Robin the check, then turned to Sierra. "Are you done with your picture?" Sierra nodded. "Can I see?" The girl bent over Sierra, grabbing at the menu. "Oh, how precious!" she gushed. "I bet you'll win for sure! Do you want to enter the contest?" she turned to Robin, as if she was the one who'd done all the work.

Robin seemed a bit confused, but shrugged. "I suppose so."

The waitress happily pulled a small digital camera out of her apron, snapping a picture of Sierra's coloring, then turning to Sierra herself. "Can you stand up for me, sweetie?"

"Huh?" Sierra frowned. "Why?"

"So I can get a picture of you!" the waitress smiled. "If you win, your picture will be in all of our menus along with your coloring! Isn't that fun?"

Sierra's cheeks warmed up. That was the last thing she needed, for a picture of her dressed up like this to be posted in this place's menu! She told herself she probably wasn't going to win, but even so, she didn't like that there was a chance.

"Come on, it'll only take a second!" the waitress urged.

"Let her take your picture," Robin told her. Sierra sighed, hopping down out of the chair, wondering how much of her Pull-Up was visible under her skirt, and hoping it wouldn't be the part with the smudged spot, letting everyone see what she was wearing, and that she apparently needed them.

"Come on, smile!" the waitress grinned. "You're going to look adorable, I promise!"

Sierra forced a smile. From the waitress's angle, maybe it wouldn't be so obvious, she thought. Nobody would be able to tell at all! The waitress snapped a picture, then looked at the camera's display as Sierra started to sit back down.

"No, I don't like this one," the girl said. "Get back over here!"

Sierra groaned impatiently, which earned her a sharp look from Robin. It didn't matter either way, because the waitress grabbed her hand, pulling her back into place. The girl knelt down in front of Sierra, getting her and the camera even closer to Sierra's skirt, and what was underneath. Sierra blushed, staring down at her feet, past the awkward, knock-kneed stance the shoes were forcing her into, and before she was ready, she heard a click.

"Perfect! Look at how sweet and bashful you look!" the waitress gushed, though it was Robin she showed the picture on the display to, not Sierra. "I hope you win, sweetie! Have a great day!"

She took the check and money from Robin and hurried off. Sierra turned to Robin, hoping for something to take her mind off of all this. "So, what do you have planned now?" she asked.

"After the bratty way you've been acting, I think we might need to go back to the hotel for now," Robin told her. "We have some things to drop off, and I think somebody might need a nap."

Sierra gasped, frowning at the statement, but at the moment, since she couldn't say she didn't need a nap, she could only sulk, which just played into what Robin had said. Especially as she grabbed for Robin's hand to follow her out of the restaurant to keep from tripping over her own feet.