"Welcome back!"

Sierra blushed as she heard the front desk clerk calling to her, trying to ignore it until Robin shot her a dirty look. Sierra should have known better, really. Robin was making her carry some of her bags, which didn't leave any free hands to hold Robin's with, so her pace was quite slow as she traipsed through the lobby.

"Hi," Sierra turned to the woman with a blush.

"Now, don't you look cute?" the clerk smiled down at her. "Looks like you found lots of cute clothes, didn't you?" Sierra nodded defeatedly, just wanting to get through this so she could get up to their room so she could use the bathroom. The bumpy ride home had not helped her in her desperation at all, just made her squirm in her seat all the more, doing her best to keep her too-short skirt covering up the small wet spot already on her training pants while she made sure it didn't grow any bigger.

"You still have your key, don't you?" the clerk asked. Sierra looked up at her, confused for a moment before remembering their conversation that morning. She reached into the silly, childish, stuffed bunny purse she'd slung over her shoulder to make carrying the other bags easier, and held up the keycard. "Such a big girl!" the clerk praised her, in a tone that was clearly usually reserved for only the smallest of girls. "You ladies got a call while you were out, too," she said, turning to Robin. "They found the luggage, and they're sending it on its way!"

For what felt like the first time that day, Sierra felt a sincere smile forming on her face. Sure, she'd been through a pretty humiliating night, and morning, and early afternoon, but that was about to be over! They could go return all these clothes Robin had gotten for her, and she could have her own back. She'd have her wand, too, so she could undo all these spells Samara had put on her! Everything could go back to normal, and this could finally be a normal vacation! Or at least as normal of a vacation as she could have with Robin there.

"Wonderful!" Robin replied. "Say thank you, Sierra."

Sierra glanced back at her, unsure what she was supposed to be thanking the woman for, since she hadn't found her things, just relayed a message, but she said, "Thank you," anyway, just to avoid any drama. At the moment, she felt so good that it didn't even matter! This whole nightmare was almost over! She couldn't wait to head back to the store to return all of these other clothes!

"You're welcome, cutie," the clerk told her. "It's always nice to see these things work out!"

Sierra followed Robin to the elevator, riding it up to their floor, then going to their room, trailing further and further behind the woman with her clumsy pace, until Robin already had the door unlocked and open by the time Sierra reached it. Sierra set her bags down, then scurried into the bathroom, sighing in relief as she plopped down on the toilet. Finally, she had some privacy! Not as much as she would like, with the small hotel room, but more than she'd gotten while they were at the store, or restaurant.

"Make sure you wipe, and wash your hands!" Robin called through the door, as if to remind her that she was still very near.

Sierra blushed, now sure of just what Robin and the waitress had been talking about. She was too embarrassed to say anything, not that she was really sure what to say to that, since she was more than old enough to remember to do that on her own. And she usually did! The waitress hadn't even given her a chance to wash her hands before telling her to!

She almost didn't want to do it, but her trainers were already feeling clammy and gross enough, so she hopped off the toilet and cleaned herself up before flushing, then washed her hands and stepped out of the bathroom, cheeks still red. She hoped Robin would leave it at that reminder, but instead she asked, "Did you?"

"Yes, of course!" Sierra scowled. "I know how to take care of myself!"

"I'm sure you do," Robin replied, in a tone that made it sound like she was thinking the opposite. She thrust something at Sierra, who took it without thinking before glancing down and seeing the clothes she'd been given that morning. "Come on, we're going to return these before you have your nap."

"Do I have to take a nap?" Sierra whined, but Robin was already pushing her out the door. Sierra had to let Robin take the lead again, since she wasn't sure where exactly they were going. Robin knocked at one of the closed doors, and a few moments later, a woman answered. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, and very pretty.

"Oh, hello!" the woman smiled as she saw Robin. She turned to see Sierra toddling along beside her and her smile widened. "Hi, there! Come on in, you two!"

"We can't stay too long," Robin said. "I just wanted to get Chloe her clothes back, and thank her again for her help."

"It's no trouble! We're glad to help!" the woman insisted, gesturing the pair inside. Robin gave Sierra a warning look, then nodded for her to go first. Sierra suddenly felt quite bashful as she made her way into the room, which looked an awful lot like the one she and Robin were staying in. It felt much different, however, especially when she saw the man sitting there, and he noticed her.

"Howdy," he smiled at her. He was about the same age as the woman, and, like her, he was fairly attractive, which made Sierra feel all the more self-conscious about what she was wearing.

Before Sierra could answer, the woman called, "Chloe, you have a visitor!"

Sierra's head turned at the motion of a little girl hopping up off one of the beds, where Sierra could see a coloring book and crayons laid out. Sierra wasn't sure how old she was exactly, maybe five or six at the most, but she recognized her right away from the hallway the night before. She supposed she should have recognized the girl's mother as well, but she'd paid more attention to the girl, since she was the one yelling and pointing at her.

Unfortunately, Chloe clearly recognized her as well. "You peed your pants!" she giggled matter-of-factly.

"Chloe!" her father scolded her.

"Last night!" Sierra tried to correct at the same time, cheeks burning.

"Nuh-uh," Chloe shook her head. "Now, too!" Sierra's heart began to pound in her chest as the little girl pointed right at the little wet spot she'd been hiding so well until now. And now this kid, whose Pull-Ups Sierra was wearing, had ruined it right away, with just a few words!

"Sierra?" Robin stepped closer, her voice sounding accusatory.

Sierra gulped, looking around, seeing everyone in the room staring at her as she tugged at her skirt with one hand. She thrust the clothes in her other hand at Chloe to try to make it easier to hide her shame.

"Eww, you didn't pee on them, did you, baby?" Chloe asked.

"Chloe!" the girl's mother said warningly.

"She is a baby!" Chloe insisted. "She peed her pants last night, and she's wet now! I only wear Pull-Ups at night, and I don't even really need them, except every now and then!"

Sierra stomped her foot angrily, fuming to fight back and insist that none of that was true, even if it technically maybe was. Unfortunately, the spell on her kept her from denying anything at the moment.

"Sierra," Robin said again, stepping right up to Sierra and wrapping a hand around her wrist. "Let me see."

Sierra blushed, staring down at her feet, not wanting to see this nice, attractive couple, or their awful little girl who had put her in this position. She knew she was about to be checked in front of them, but she did her best to stop it until Robin finally pulled her hand aside with ease, exposing the shameful spot for all to see.

"Sierra," Robin sighed. "Did you forget to wipe again? Even after I reminded you?"

Sierra's face was bright red, but even without the spell, she would have leapt on the chance to 'admit', "Yes," to that. She doubted Robin would be happy about that, but that might be a little better than having a full-blown accident.

"You should be old enough to know how to take care of yourself," Robin shook her head. She sounded annoyed, but Sierra thought she'd gotten away with it, until Robin reached out her other hand, prodding at the damp spot. "This is cold," she said accusingly. "So, you didn't clean yourself up properly, and you wet yourself. How long have you been sitting in this? Why didn't you say anything?"

Sierra stomped her foot impotently again, trying to devise an explanation that wouldn't require any variation of the word, 'no'. To her surprise, Robin gave her a harsh smack on the backside. "Throwing a tantrum is not an answer, young lady!" she said sternly. "If you had just told me, I would have understood! It isn't that big of an accident. But behaving this way just makes it all the worse." She looked at Sierra, still struggling to come up with something to say, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I think I'd better get somebody down for her nap," she told the rest of the room.

"That seems like a good idea," the father said, making Sierra blush even more.

"We understand," the mother assured Robin. "We should get the girls together to play sometime."

Robin nodded and thanked them again, then ushered Sierra quickly out of the room, though not before she could hear Chloe whine, "I don't wanna play with her! She's a baby!" as the door closed.

"I really thought you would be mature enough to let me know if something happened," Robin lectured as she marched Sierra down the hall. "But apparently I need to check you like a toddler!"

Sierra groaned and stomped her foot again wordlessly. Robin stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to her, checking her again right there. "You did know about this, didn't you?"

Sierra stared at her for a moment, unsure what answer the woman would prefer. Did she want Sierra to have been keeping it a secret, or did she think it was better if Sierra had been completely unaware of it? And which was more humiliating to admit to?

Then inspiration struck. Robin already thought Sierra was a bedwetter, and she'd seen evidence of it that morning. Sierra had been very quiet on their car ride, so if Robin hadn't been paying very close attention, she might buy that Sierra had been asleep. "I dozed off on the way back here," Sierra lied. "I-I guess it happened then."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Robin gave her a hug. "I shouldn't have yelled at you, you can't help that. But still, you couldn't have been out for that long. I'm really starting to worry that you might be coming down with something." She put a hand to Sierra's forehead. "You feel all right, but this nap is sounding like a better idea all the time." She took out her keycard and opened the door, ushering Sierra inside.

"I don't think now is the best time to go rummaging through all the bags," Robin told her. "It doesn't seem like you're all that wet, anyway. Just take off your skirt and shoes and you can nap like that."

Sierra's cheeks flushed. "Can I leave my skirt on, too?" she asked, not wanting to strip down to her training pants.

"There's no need for that," Robin dismissed her. "You don't even really need your shirt, but I thought you'd feel more comfortable around me with it on. You really only need one thing on for your nap."

Sierra's blush deepened as she thought about what Robin thought that one thing was. After Sierra's little 'confession', she couldn't exactly do much to change the woman's mind, either. "Fine," she huffed, kicking off her shoes, tossing her glasses onto the side table, and then sliding out of her skirt, quickly preparing to slide into her freshly made bed, only to find a lollipop sitting on the pillow. She stopped for a moment, then quickly hid it under her pillow and crawled into bed, tugging the covers up over herself to hide her slightly damp Pull-Ups from view.

"Oh!" Robin said all of the sudden, walking over to Sierra's bedside. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you, dear. Do you need to use the bathroom first?"

Sierra squirmed in embarrassment at being asked such a childish question, not least of all because she couldn't say no. She really didn't have to go again, since she'd just peed before going to visit Chloe and her family, but it didn't matter.

"Do you?" Robin asked her again. "I just promised the maid this morning you wouldn't leak all over her sheets again, so it's better safe than sorry."

"I'm fine," Sierra said after a moment.

"That isn't a no," Robin observed. "Come on, pop on out and go take care of it before you fall asleep. Maybe you'll wake up dry that way! Or should I put you in one of your diapers?"

Sierra sighed, seeing that Robin obviously wasn't going to let this go. Reluctantly, she pulled back her cover and hopped down out of bed, scurrying off to the bathroom. To her surprise, Robin was right behind her, and when she tried to close the door, Robin caught it with her hand.

Sierra turned, looking up at the woman with wide eyes as she stepped into the bathroom with her. "Go on," Robin instructed. "You just admitted to me that you aren't cleaning yourself up properly after using the restroom, and I don't think I can trust you to ask for help, so I'm just going to have to take care of it myself."

Sierra wanted to sink through the floor. She did not need anyone's help! "Go away!" she whined, stomping her foot.

"I can do that once you prove you don't need me," Robin said. "Now get moving, young lady!" Sierra glared at her, crossing her arms defiantly and stomping a couple more times.

"I'm gonna go back to bed," she said finally, heading back for the main room.

There was no getting around Robin. "Didn't you just say you needed the bathroom?" Sierra hadn't, but she also could say that. "Do you want to wake up wet?"

Sierra sighed, trudging back to the toilet, out of ideas. Face burning in humiliation, she tugged her Pull-Ups down and hopped up onto the toilet. She really didn't need to go, however, and even if she had, she doubted her shy bladder would have allowed her to. She stared down at her feet as they swung below her, trying not to think about Robin standing there, staring at her the whole time.

It felt like ages had passed before she saw Robin's feet approaching as well, as the woman sighed, sounding a little annoyed. "Are you quite finished?" Sierra nodded bashfully, then gasped as Robin practically lifted her off the toilet, setting her down on her feet in front of it and then reaching for the toilet paper.

"I can do that myself!" Sierra insisted, cheeks turning even redder as she realized what was happening. Robin didn't listen. She turned Sierra around, gently but firmly wiping her clean, even though she hadn't done anything. She tossed the paper into the toilet and flushed before guiding Sierra by the arm to the sink. She stood behind the girl and turned the water on, then grabbed Sierra's wrists and lifted them to the water. "I can do it myself!" Sierra repeated, a little louder.

She fidgeted in Robin's grip, thinking back to the bathroom at the store, as Samara had tried to make her wet her pants. All the words the other girl had said came flooding back into her mind, along with the sound of not just the sink in front of her, but the whole row of them at the store. Was this another spell?! Or just her mind? Either way, despite having just failed to pee, she was sure she could feel her bladder filling again as she listened to the sound.

"I haven't seen any evidence of that yet, young lady," Robin told her. She squeezed some soap into Sierra's hands, then rubbed them together, holding them under the water to rinse them off. "I want to make sure you're being clean and healthy, and if that means I have to show you what to do, then that's what I'll do. Of course, normally that would mean putting on a dry Pull-Up, but that doesn't seem all that necessary right now." She dried Sierra's hands off, then bent down, reaching for her Pull-Up. "Do you want me to put you in a diaper instead?" she asked again.

It took everything Sierra had not to try to say no to that. "These are fine," she insisted, reaching down to try to pull them up herself, only for Robin to stop her.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You didn't use the bathroom, even though you said you needed to, and I promised the cleaning woman that there wouldn't be any more problems with wet sheets. I won't be very happy if that turns out to be a lie. You understand?"

Sierra nodded. She wanted to feel confident about this, but she couldn't help being a bit nervous. Robin nodded as well, saying, "Okay," as she yanked the training pants back up Sierra's legs. She turned the girl around, giving the seat of her trainers a light pat. Sierra blushed as she felt the slight squish from her little accident. "Now go on, off to bed!"

"But I'm wide awake!" Sierra whined.

Robin sighed. "All right, I'll tell you what," she said. "Why don't you go do what your friend suggested?" Sierra looked at her, confused, for a moment until she clarified. "Well, obviously you aren't going to be able to wear your new panties tomorrow." Sierra pouted. "No, Sierra, we said you could try them if you were dry tonight, and you couldn't even last until we got back here." Sierra fidgeted, trying to tug her shirt down to cover that little wet spot she knew Robin was talking about. "So, why don't you go write out the other days of the week on the rest of your Pull-Ups, so they'll be just like your panties? I'm sure that will make you feel better!"

Sierra wasn't nearly as sure about that. First of all, no matter what they were designed to look like, there was no way anyone would mistake these Pull-Ups for real underwear. There was no way a handwritten 'Tuesday' or 'Wednesday' would make them look any more like the real thing! In fact, it would probably do the opposite! Thankfully, her luggage ought to be there that night, so she wouldn't have to wear all her new clothes that would leave her Pull-Ups on display for anyone to see, but she'd still know about them. And, worst of all, she wasn't even sure she could write. She couldn't read, so she had a feeling that writing would also be quite difficult, if not impossible. She didn't really want to find out this way. There was no way Robin wouldn't see the evidence the next morning, and if Sierra's 'Tuesday' was just a squiggly line, she'd be sure to question her about that.

"It's either that or go to bed," Robin told her. Sierra sighed, trudging back out of the bathroom. "I want you to be either under your covers or writing by the time I come out." Robin shut the bathroom door behind her. Sierra stared at the door for a moment, then scurried away, not wanting to listen to her use the bathroom just moments after having failed to do the same. She had no desire to watch, either, but it hardly seemed fair that Robin got the privacy Sierra had just been denied. Then again, she didn't really know what the woman was up to. If she really was a robot, did she even use the bathroom? Maybe she was programmed to fake it, just to fit in better.

Sierra reluctantly made her way over to her bed, climbing into it and sliding under the covers. She felt ridiculous, lying there in the middle of the afternoon, squirming in her damp training pants, the new plastic sheet crinkling under her. She just had to make it until that night, though. Once she got her wand back, she would find some way to undo all of this and take control again. It took her a few moments to remember to take her glasses off, setting them on the side table. She hoped the spell on them would wear off by the time Robin let her get up from this 'nap' that she had no intention of sleeping during, but she also knew that Robin would make her put them back on once she was up, which would just start the spell all over again.

After a few moments, she heard the toilet flush, and then the sink start to run. Sierra whimpered, the sound of the rushing sinks coming back to her again. Desperately, she clamped her hands to her ears, trying to block out the noise that was making her bladder feel more and more full.

"Robin, can I use the bathroom?" she asked desperately as the woman finally stopped the water and stepped back into the bedroom.

Robin gave her a withering glare. "Sierra, you were just in there, and you didn't go a single drop. I know a delaying tactic when I hear one, and that isn't even a good one. We aren't having this discussion anymore, you are taking a nap. Now close your eyes."

Sierra pounding an angry fist against the bed, but under the covers it just looked like childish thrashing, and made another loud crinkle noise. She rolled over, annoyed, so she was facing away from Robin and the woman wouldn't know if she had her eyes shut or not.

After a few long, boring minutes, however, she rolled back over, curious to see what Robin was doing. She looked out at Robin who was standing there, starting to quietly sort through the bags. "Can I help with that?" Sierra asked.

"No, you're going to go to sleep," Robin said. "If I'm keeping you up, I can go out on the balcony for a bit."

"I'm wide awake," Sierra pouted.

"All right," Robin shrugged, walking over to her bed and picking up a book from the table beside it. "I'll be watching you, though, so don't even try to turn the TV on, or get up." She walked over to the glass door and slid it open, stepping out onto the room's little balcony and sitting in one of the chairs facing in.

Sierra rolled back over angrily. She wanted to yell about how she wasn't a baby, how she didn't need Pull-Ups, or naptimes, or any of this, but she knew that the braces on her teeth would just change her words to make her say the opposite, so she fumed silently. After a bit of wiggling and readjusting her body and pillow, she happened to notice the lollipop she'd hidden under the latter.

She was sure Robin wouldn't want her to have candy here, in the middle of the day, but she didn't care. She unwrapped the lollipop and stuck it in her mouth, sucking on it as defiantly as she could manage without running the risk of Robin being able to tell what was going on from watching her back.

She whimpered as she felt a twinge in her bladder, which had felt so empty just minutes before. It was a good thing she wasn't tired, she thought to herself, or else she'd almost definitely be waking up much wetter than just that one little damp spot. If she stayed awake, though, surely she could hold it long enough for Robin to think she'd had a short nap.

She sucked on her lollipop, her anger slipping away a bit as she did so. Sucking her thumb, or pacifier when she had one, was always very comforting to her, and this was even better, since she got that nice, sweet taste as well as the soothing feeling. It felt so nice, she barely even noticed as her eyelids began to drift downward, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.