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"Come on, let's go." She headed for the door, leaving Sierra to scramble after her. She was already in the driver's seat by the time Sierra got outside, and shot Sierra a dirty look when she opened the passenger's side door. "Backseat, brat," she pointed.<br /><br />"But..." Sierra whined.<br /><br />"Do you want to go or not?" Wren asked.<br /><br />"Fine," Sierra sighed, closing the door and climbing into the backseat instead.<br /><br />She supposed she should be glad the girl was taking her at all. If it hadn't been for that, she would have had to go with Robin, which would have been way worse. Then again, she wasn't entirely sure it wasn't the same thing.<br /><br />Wren was Robin's niece, at least supposedly. According to the girl, and Robin, Wren's single mother had to move across the state for her job, and didn't want to have to force her daughter to change schools in her senior year, so Robin and Sierra's father had agreed to let her live with them. <br /><br />Sierra was less than convinced, mostly because Wren looked, to her, an awful lot like one of the forms of the robotic Robin from the diaper dimension that had pursued her for so long. She was even a cheerleader, like that form had been. And, while Sierra had met her before, it seemed like a pretty big coincidence that she came to stay right around the time when Robin decided Sierra was ready to go back to school... Muggle high school.<br /><br />It had taken a lot of begging and convincing to get the woman - or robot, she still wasn't convinced of Robin's humanity - that she even deserved to start there. She had to promise to behave herself, and keep her grades up, or else she'd find herself demoted even further, as if starting as a freshman hadn't been bad enough. And, of course, Wren had showed up at that same time, a cool senior cheerleader that everybody seemed to love, there, Sierra was sure, to keep an eye on her while she was away from the house.<br /><br />Wren was, at least according to her and Robin's story, eighteen, which meant she was actually younger than Sierra, but she treated Sierra like her annoying little sister, so that was how everyone at school saw her. In a lot of ways, despite knowing the truth, Sierra felt like that, too. Having grown up mostly at Ilvermorny, she'd never had the chance to learn how to drive. Wren had her own car, though she usually made Sierra ride the bus to school anyway, saying she had cheerleading practice early, and couldn't wait for Sierra to wake up and get ready. And even when Sierra did get to go with her, she was usually banished to the back seat, like now.<br /><br />Despite all that, Sierra was still glad to be going with Wren instead. Even if Wren was a robot, too, and just another copy of Robin, or maybe, somehow, a projection of her, people might think they were friends, instead of Sierra looking like a kid being taken to the mall by her mother. <br /><br />"All right," Wren said, pulling out of the driveway, "listen up. You have your phone, right?"<br /><br />"Yeah," Sierra nodded, blushing a little as she unzipped her fuzzy bunny purse. It was the same one Samara had suggested for her, back during that fateful vacation. Robin refused to let her get another, saying it worked perfectly fine, despite how childish it looked. It was just one of the many little 'gifts' she'd gotten from the other witch. Thankfully, the spells had worn off most of them. Even if she was still stuck with her velcro shoes, which, like the purse, were 'perfectly fine', and the braces, and glasses, only the latter still had magic left in them.<br /><br />Even that had weakened a lot, thankfully, so, while Sierra still had trouble reading while wearing them, if she really tried, she could do it. Unfortunately, Robin was convinced she needed them anyway, so she had to keep wearing them, no matter how much more challenging they made school. And she had told all Sierra's teachers to make sure she kept them on, too.<br /><br />They were nowhere near as bad as the diapers had been, however. Robin, of course, couldn't find any back home, since Samara had created them, so she had Samara send them regularly, allowing the girl to renew the spell with each package. Earning her way back up to even the training pants she had on now had been a struggle, and she still had to wear the awful things at night. And during the day, from time to time.<br /><br />"When you've found your dress, text me," Wren instructed. "I'll let you know if I'm done, too, or not. Once I'm finished, I'll tell you where we can meet so we can go home."<br /><br />"Oh," Sierra stared up at the front seat, feeling strangely hurt by that. She was, of course, more than old enough to go shopping on her own, so she didn't need Wren, but being told, essentially, that she wasn't allowed to, probably because she wasn't cool enough - the same reason she wasn't allowed to sit with her in the cafeteria - still didn't feel good. "Okay."<br /><br />Wren nodded, turning her up stereo to signal the end of the conversation, leaving Sierra to stew in the backseat by herself. She wished she had one of the cool phones, like her classmates did, but Robin had only let her get a very basic one that could barely even text, saying that she didn't want Sierra to get distracted by it in school, like those same classmates, or to lose or break it, which even Sierra had to admit was a valid concern. Sierra had to prove she was ready for something more fancy, and, so far, it hadn't happened, which meant she couldn't use it to distract herself from the loneliness of the back seat.<br /><br />Wren didn't speak again until they were at the mall. "Don't get run over," she said as Sierra climbed out of the backseat, right before putting her own phone to her ear. "Hey, Grif, I'm here," she giggled into it. "Yeah, I dropped her off. Where are you?"<br /><br />No wonder Wren had agreed to bring her, Sierra thought. She was really here to hang out with her boyfriend, Griffon. She had a feeling she was going to be waiting a long time to head home. <br /><br />She was here, though, and relatively free. The first thing she did was take her glasses off, tucking them away in her purse. It would take her eyes a little while to adjust, so she wanted to give them as much time as possible before she started trying to read signs and price tags. <br /><br />The mall was busy, and, at first, as she stepped inside and saw all the people, Wren having easily outpaced her, she felt overwhelmed. She almost wanted to text the girl and tell her she couldn't do it, but she wasn't sure if Wren would even care. Probably, she'd just make fun of her, then use that as an excuse not to drive her next time Sierra wanted to go somewhere.<br /><br />She hugged her purse a little closer to herself and gave her skirt another tug. Thankfully, the school dress code meant Robin had to let her buy some new outfits. While she'd insisted they had to be dresses or skirts, they were at least long enough to pass inspection, which was much better than the things Robin and Samara had picked out for her, even if they still made her nervous when she had diapers, or even just trainers, underneath. Especially since they all just barely passed, meaning she got stopped often to make sure she wasn't violating dress code, and, every time, she worried she'd made a mistake and worn one of her older outfits, which would mean a trip to the principal.<br /><br />So, she had been pretty shocked when Robin had suggested Sierra pick out her Easter dress on her own. She was usually so particular about what Sierra was and was not allowed to wear, it seemed strange for her to give up so much control. Sierra and her dad had a tradition where they'd always have their picture taken on Easter, with her in her new dress, and him all dressed up. She supposed this year, Robin, and probably Wren, would be in it, too. It was a big deal for them. Then again, Sierra was doing it early enough that if she picked out the wrong thing, Robin would have time to return it and buy something else, so, probably, this was more of a test than anything, just like the training pants. <br /><br />She'd been doing well, not having many accidents at all, until the past couple weeks. It wasn't even really her fault, she'd just had bad timing one day, walking in on a bunch of 'older' girls smoking when she went into one of the bathrooms. They'd been less than happy at being interrupted by a freshman, especially one who they claimed looked like she was going to go and tattle on them.<br /><br />They were all a good deal taller than her, and even knowing she was actually older than them, and could have magic on her side, if her dad would let her have her wand back, they still intimidated her, so, when they told her she would regret it if they caught her in there again, she believed them. Ever since then, it seemed like any time she tried to go into any bathroom, at least one of them was there, waiting for her. Sometimes she managed to get into the stall before they saw her, sometimes now, but either way, it made her try waiting longer than usual before she went to the bathroom, which usually didn't work out too well. Robin, of course, kept a close eye on her Pull-Up supply, so she knew exactly how many accidents Sierra had, and seeing such a sudden increase meant she was on the verge of making her go back to diapers full-time, even at school. <br /><br />Sierra, obviously, didn't want that to happen, so she had been trying to convince Robin she was all right. Making it through a trip to the mall without an accident would be a great way to do that, so that was exactly what Sierra planned to do.<br /><br />She wandered for a few minutes, unsure which of the many clothes stores to go into, until she came across a giant line of small children, all dolled up, all waiting to sit on the lap of somebody dressed like a giant bunny. Sierra blushed as hurried past, seeing the huge, floppy-eared head turn to look at her, then point.<br /><br />Her heart thumped, freezing in place. What did he want? She blushed, seeing that the paw was pointing downwards, towards the bottom of her skirt, and she quickly looked to make sure her trainers weren't showing, only to, finally, realize the bunny was indicating her purse.<br /><br />"O-Oh, yeah," she chuckled nervously. "I-It's not a real bunny!" <br /><br />The bunny head nodded, then he waved at her, and she anxiously waved back, hurrying on her way. She was very glad Robin wasn't here now, or she'd probably make Sierra sit on his lap and have her picture taken with him. Even if she hadn't been wearing Pull-Ups, that would have been humiliating, especially considering the ages of the other kids in line!<br /><br />Finally, she made her way into a department store. Their stuff wasn't the cutest, but she knew from experience that it was hard to find anything that fit her, in the stores that just catered to teens almost never worked. While she never would have admitted it, she got most of her clothes from the kids' section, and she definitely wasn't going to be caught at a children's clothes shop. At least if somebody saw her here, they might think the dress they saw her with came from the Juniors' section.<br /><br />And, in fact, that was where she started her search, despite knowing it was probably pointless. To her surprise, a lot of the dresses were even shorter than the ones Samara and Robin had picked out for her, although she had to remind herself that most of the girl who would wear these usually had much thinner, and less bulky, underwear than her. <br /><br />The dresses also mostly presumed that their wearers would have a larger chest than Sierra. She told herself that was another spell that hadn't totally worn off, the one that had left her needing only training bras, at best, but, in all honesty, she knew she'd never had much more than that to begin with, so it was hard to tell for sure.<br /><br />There were a couple dresses she thought she might be able to pull off despite all of that, though, which made her quite happy. As she was digging through the racks, looking for her size, however, she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold. There, heading down the aisle, right towards her, although she was pretty sure that was just coincidence, since they were busy talking to one another and not looking at her, were two of the bullies from the bathrooms at school.<br /><br />At first, she considered just ducking behind the rack and hoping they passed by, but if they'd already noticed her, that would just make it obvious she was scared of them, which would probably egg them on even more. Instead, she blindly grabbed one of the dresses she'd been looking at and made a bee-line for the dressing room, trying to walk nice and casual, so as not to draw too much attention to herself.<br /><br />Thankfully, nobody was keeping an eye on the dressing rooms, and she didn't have to fetch a key to get in, so she just marched straight into one of them, shut and locked the door behind herself, and let out a sigh of relief. She didn't think she'd been followed, though she hadn't been brave enough to check, and now she'd have to open the door to see, which she wasn't about to do. There was plenty of room under the dressing room door, so if they wanted to follow her bad enough, they could, and she'd just have to hope they weren't that desperate for somebody to torment.<br /><br />She waited for a few moments, sinking onto the bench in the dressing room, clutching her dress, before letting out a relieved sigh, pretty sure she was safe. There was no knocking on the door, no shadows lurking outside, nothing to indicate they'd followed her, or even seen her. She felt much better, but not enough to head back out into the store.<br /><br />Not that that mattered anyway. She could hide in there a little longer. Plus, she had a dress to try on! She looked down at it, feeling her heartrate slowly go back down to normal. It wasn't quite as cool as she'd thought, and even looked a bit juvenile. It wasn't the one she'd been looking at, since she had just wanted to grab something, and hadn't paid much attention to what it was. It was still better than the rest of her wardrobe, though, if only because she knew it was designed for people far closer to her real age. <br /><br />At a glance, looking down at it in her hands, it seemed like it might actually fit, too, which made it even better. It was a sundress, not anything particularly fancy, so she wasn't sure if Robin would approve or not, but just because she tried it on didn't mean she had to pick it. <br /><br />She stood, hanging the dress up and dropping her purse to the floor, pausing for a moment, almost sure that she heard somebody saying something. She shook her head, telling herself she was being paranoid. Of course she heard people, the store was pretty busy, and she'd been lucky to get into one of the dressing rooms right away. There were other women in the couple other rooms around her, and more shopping just a few feet away, so it was no surprise that one of them was talking on her phone, or had brought a friend in with her to help her decide what she was going to buy.<br /><br />She stripped down, dropping her clothes on top of her purse, turning for the dress, only to stop as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She blushed, seeing Hello Kitty's face staring back at her from her training bra and training panties. They really made her look like a kid, and she was very glad those bullies couldn't see her now. <br /><br />She grabbed the dress, ready to put it on and cover her childish underthings, but as soon as she really paid attention to it, hanging there, she began to realize she might have made a mistake. She hadn't expected this, especially from that section, but it really looked like the dress was too short for her.<br /><br />She hadn't paid attention when she was grabbing it, and she'd just been holding it in her hands most of the time she was in the room, so she hadn't noticed, but now that she could see the whole thing, it definitely looked rather small. She was pretty sure it was even worse than the skirts Samara had picked out for her! Those usually left a bit of her trainers, or diapers, showing most of the time, just enough to make people wonder, while any movement would lift them enough to confirm any suspicions. She had a feeling this one was small enough that Hello Kitty herself would be visible, or at least part of her, even standing perfectly still!<br /><br />This, clearly, wasn't going to work. She almost felt happy that she'd found something in that section that she was too big for, but it didn't help her at the moment. She shook her head, turning to pick her things back up so she could get dressed and go get a bigger size.<br /><br />Her clothes were gone! She blinked, looking around the tiny room, wondering if she'd somehow gotten turned around, or if she was misremembering where she'd put them, but they were nowhere to be found, and neither was her purse. Her heart began to pound as she dropped onto the floor, peering under the door just in case she'd accidentally kicked them out there, but there was no sign of them.<br /><br />"Nooo," she pouted, stomping her foot. Why did this always happen to her?! What was she supposed to do?! Her money was in there, along with her glasses, her school ID, and her phone. Not only could she not buy this dress even if it was the right size, she couldn't get ahold of Wren so she could go home! Not to mention how this proved Robin's point about her not being ready for a better phone.<br /><br />She couldn't even leave the room to go look for whoever had snatched her things, because the only clothing she had was the dress, and she knew that wouldn't work! Her mission had been just to go find an Easter dress, and somehow, she'd blown that! She was trapped here!<br /><br />Just as she started to fret about how long it would take Wren to find her, whether she'd call mall security, or if she'd just be stuck there until the store closed and a worker found her there when they were trying to close up, a more pressing issue presented itself.<br /><br />"Are you almost done in there?" a voice on the other side of the door asked, following a pair of loud thuds that made Sierra jump in fright. "You've been in there a long time, and there are other people who want to use that room!"<br /><br />"I-I have a lot of stuff to try on!" Sierra lied, wanting to ask whoever it was if they'd seen who took her things, but deciding if they had, they probably wouldn't be harassing her.<br /><br />The woman on the other side sighed, clearly annoyed with her. "There's a three item limit, didn't you read the sign on the door?"<br /><br />Sierra hadn't. She'd barely even noticed it was there in her rush to hide, and her eyes were still adjusting to being free from the glasses' curse, so it would have taken her far too long to read anything. "Th-That's what I meant by a lot," Sierra lied. "Three."<br /><br />There was another sigh. Sierra glared through the door, stomping her foot again. Like she didn't already have enough to worry about right now! "If you'd stop bothering me, I'd be done quicker!" she snapped.<br /><br />"You little..." The woman's voice trailed off, but her tone made it clear that if it hadn't, she would have said something not very nice. Thankfully, she heard another door open, so the awful woman left her alone, but Sierra knew it wouldn't last forever. There were bound to be more people wanting in before long. For as big as the store was, there weren't that many dressing rooms, and there were bound to be a lot of people looking for Easter clothes today, just like her.<br /><br />She was sure things couldn't get any worse, so, of course, they did. She began to feel very aware of just how long it had been since she'd been to the bathroom, and just how much every sound from the other side of the door made her feel nervous, which only exacerbated the first problem. She was going to have to pee soon, and there was no way she was making it to the store's restrooms. If she went in her trainers, however, that was going to make her inevitable reveal all the more humiliating!<br /><br />Before long, there was another knock, though, thankfully, no shouting, and after a couple seconds, they went into another room. The sounds outside the door were starting to get louder and louder, though, and she could just imagine a whole line starting to form. She didn't dare get back down on the floor to look, but she was sure it was starting to happen.<br /><br />Sure enough, after another few tense minutes, another knock came, along with a yell of, "Hey! Hurry up in there!", followed by another voice telling her, "I've been waiting for fifteen minutes!"<br /><br />With a gulp, Sierra pulled the dress off the hanger, staring at it. Holding it that close, it seemed even smaller than it had before, but it was all she had. The tag looked surprisingly cutesy for a Juniors' dress, though what did she know about them? She wasn't terribly familiar with brands, especially from that side of the store.<br /><br />"You can't stay in there all day!" a woman informed her, as if reading Sierra's mind.<br /><br />Sierra knew that was true, but she'd hoped she could wait a little longer, anyway. Unfortunately, she heard a new voice outside. "What's going on?" it asked. "Can I help you ladies with anything?"<br /><br />"Some girl has been in that room for almost half an hour now," someone else said, lying. Or, Sierra assumed it was a lie, anyway. If one person really had been waiting fifteen minutes, she supposed that was also possible, but she didn't know how this random woman would know. "She's holding everyone else up."<br /><br />"I'll take care of it." Sierra didn't like the sound of that at all. She winced, hearing another knock on her door. "Hello?" the woman called. "Is everything all right?"<br /><br />"Yes!" Sierra bit her bottom lip. "I'll be out in a minute!"<br /><br />"I'm going to have to ask you to come out now," the woman responded. "There are a lot of people waiting to use these rooms, and you've had your turn."<br /><br />"Y-Yeah, but..." Sierra stammered.<br /><br />"Please get dressed and open the door," the woman said.<br /><br />Sierra didn't reply, but she did do as she was told, slipping the dress over her head. Sure enough, it was far too small, leaving her training pants very, very obvious. She frowned, tugging at the hem, wondering whether she should tell this woman the truth, that she'd had her real clothes stolen, or if she should just wait her out. After all, the door was locked, so there wasn't much anyone could really do.<br /><br />Or so she'd thought. She jumped a little when she heard the doorknob rattle, but didn't think much of it. She didn't even turn to look at it until a moment later, just in time to see the lock undoing itself, the knob turning further and further. "W-Wait!" she gasped, lunging for the door.<br /><br />She missed, because the door was opening as she moved, and instead leapt out into the store, out in full view of the whole line, her dress flying up from the motion, giving everyone an even better looking at her training panties than they otherwise would have gotten. Her eyes widened at the sight of all of them, and, despite herself, she felt her bladder give way, pouring rapidly into her Pull-Ups.<br /><br />The woman holding the keys looked like she regretted what she'd done, though that quickly turned to concern. "Where are your parents, sweetie?" she asked.<br /><br />"Umm..." Sierra couldn't think straight, standing there, sure everyone was staring at her, and that they knew she was wetting herself. "They, uh..."<br /><br />"Come on," the woman said gently, taking her hand and leading her through the store, parading her past even more people before leading her into the office. "Do you know your Mommy or Daddy's name?"<br /><br />Being spoken down to like that was only making it harder to regain any sense of dignity or composure, but she somehow managed it. "I-I'm not here with them, I'm with my sister." That wasn't exactly true, though she wasn't about to explain the whole story.<br /><br />"And what is her name?" the woman asked.<br /><br />Once she had it, she reached for the phone. It wasn't until she was halfway through her announcement that Sierra realized what was going on, and once it was over, she sheepishly added, "I don't think she's here, though, she's out in the mall."<br /><br />The lady didn't look particularly pleased, but Sierra got the sense it wasn't her she was mad at. She seemed to think Sierra really was a kid, or at least someone who shouldn't be left alone without supervision. Sierra wanted to tell her otherwise, to keep her from calling mall security to make an announcement to the whole mall, but she knew she needed Wren's help to get out of this mess. Maybe Wren would loan her some money to buy something that would fit, at least.<br /><br />"Sweetie, I can't help but notice the tag on your dress. What happened to your own clothes?" the woman asked. Sierra blushed, but there was little point in lying now. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that!" the woman shook her head. "I'll check the cameras and see if I can find where they went, but if they left the store, there isn't much I can do, I'm afraid. If we can't find them, I'll have the store buy you some replacements, though, how about that?"<br /><br />It didn't come to that, however, because when Wren showed up, she was carrying them. To Sierra's horror, she'd also brought Griffon with her. It was bad enough, sitting there in the office, her wet Pull-Up obvious to any worker who came through on their break, but having someone she actually knew see it was far worse.<br /><br />"We've been looking for you," she told Sierra. "We ran into those brats from school, and I recognized your purse, so I had Grif make them hand it over. They ran off before they told us where they got it from, though." She looked Sierra over. "That's not the dress you're buying, is it? That's way too short."<br /><br />"I know that!" Sierra's cheeks went red as she hopped off her chair, grabbing for her clothes. "I was just trying it on!"<br /><br />"It's hard to tell with you sometimes," Wren rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's get you changed. Before Sierra could react, she'd grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up, leaving Sierra mostly naked yet again, this time surrounded by people.<br /><br />"Wren!" she yelped, trying desperately to cover herself, unsure which part she wanted to have seen less.<br /><br />"Oh, calm down," Wren rolled her eyes. "Grif has little sisters, you don't have anything he hasn't seen. Besides, you ought to thank him for getting your stuff back for you."<br /><br />"Give me my clothes!" Sierra stomped her foot, grabbing for them before snapping her hands back in place over her chest and trainers.<br /><br />"Sierra, don't be rude," Wren shook her head. "Or do I need to tell Robin?"<br /><br />Sierra glared at her, but she didn't dare push it any further. Her entire face beet-red, she turned to Griffon and mumbled, "Thanks," before spinning back towards Wren. Thankfully, she was already working, holding the shirt over her head, then helping her step into her skirt, although, as she pulled it up, she shook her head. <br /><br />"Sierra, did you seriously have another accident?" she sighed.<br /><br />"No!" Sierra shook her head, but that just made the girl check her, right then and there.<br /><br />"This is why I don't bring you places," Wren rolled her eyes. "I didn't bring a change, you know." She turned towards the woman. "I'm really sorry about all of this."<br /><br />"No, no," she shook her head. "I'm sorry she had her stuff taken. I was going to buy her a new outfit if they didn't show up, but since they did, I'd like to offer a discount on anything you buy today."<br /><br />"Looks like we're getting your dress here," Wren announced. "Come on, I guess I'd better help you with this, since you obviously can't handle it on your own."<br /><br />She took Sierra's hand, leading her out of the office and through the store. They passed the Juniors' department, Wren ignoring Sierra's protests that she wanted to look there, and went straight to the kids'. "This is more your style," Wren told her. <br /><br />"But the dress I tried was from Juniors'!" Sierra protested.<br /><br />"Really?" Wren raised an eyebrow, pointing to a wrack, one arm of which was full of the exact same dress. <br /><br />Sierra blushed. "W-Well, I got it from there..." she said. It was true, but she supposed that didn't actually mean the dress had come from there. Some other customer had probably put it there because they were too lazy to take it back to the kids' department themselves.<br /><br />"I don't see your size," Wren flipped through them. "Let's see if we can order it."<br /><br />"Can we look at..?" Sierra asked. Looking again, the dress really was pretty childish. It wouldn't be the worst one she owned, not by far, but now that she knew the truth about it, it was clear that her previous assessment of how cool it was had been swayed by her thinking it was meant for young women, not little kids.<br /><br />"It looked good on you, other than being too short," Wren shrugged, clearly motivated more by wanting to get this over with than actually believing that. "Come on."<br /><br />Sierra might as well not have gone with her, since all she got to do was stand back, staring down at her feet and trying to avoid Griffon's gaze, remembering every time she caught a glimpse of him just how much he'd seen of her. Wren talked to the woman again, who took them to a computer and looked the dress up on it. Sierra heard them talking, but mostly, she just wanted to get out of there, so she didn't pay much attention to what they were doing, just the fact that it seemed to be taking a very long time. She heard snippets of the woman saying she thought she'd seen a few things that might be even cuter on Sierra, but she doubted Wren paid any more mind to it than she was.<br /><br />"All right, that's done," Wren said as they finally left. <br /><br />"Thanks," Sierra blushed, reaching for her purse. "I guess I'll go..."<br /><br />Wren lifted the purse out of her reach. "You think I'm going to trust you with this again?" she asked. "Or with anything? You're going one place, little lady, and that's right there." She pointed to the mall's daycare center, straight ahead.<br /><br />"What?!" Sierra gasped. "Wren, no! I'm way too big for that!"<br /><br />"You aren't too big to pee your pants in the middle of the store, so I think you'll fit right in," Wren snapped back. "We have things to do, and I'm not bringing you along, or letting you run around on your own."<br /><br />"Wren, come on!" Sierra whined. She was sure she had to be joking, that she wouldn't really do it, but the girl marched right up to the front desk and checked her in, even telling the worker that Sierra needed a change as she was led further inside, with the rest of the kids.<br /><br />___________________________________________________<br /><br />Robin, of course, noticed right away that Sierra was now wearing Pampers, rather than her trainers, and she hadn't been happy, but, to Sierra's surprised, that was all Wren told the woman. She'd fully expected the teen to tell her the whole, humiliating tale to make sure she wouldn't have to take her to the mall ever again.<br /><br />Instead, she'd just shrugged and said, "Fine," when Robin asked how it went, even lying and saying that Sierra had ordered her dress all on her own. The only mishap, according to her, had been Sierra's accident, and that had been easily dealt with using a diaper Wren supposedly had just happened to have in her car from one of her babysitting jobs.<br /><br />Sierra tried to thank her later that night, but she'd only shrugged and said. "Whatever. Now get out of my room, diaper-butt." <br /><br />She didn't think anything more about it, until Easter got closer, and there was no sign of the dress that had been ordered. Every day, Sierra asked if she'd gotten anything in the mail, and Robin would shake her head and ask if she was sure she'd gotten the address right. After all, that had been her problem, back on their vacation. If she'd only remembered to use the hotel's address instead of her home one, she probably wouldn't be in this situation now!<br /><br />"Y-Yeah," Sierra nodded, but she honestly had no idea, since she hadn't actually made the order. She assumed that Wren had gotten it right, but what if she hadn't? What if she'd made a mistake? What if she hadn't even ordered anything after all, and was just setting Sierra up?<br /><br />"Why did you not just buy a dress there?" Robin asked her one night. "Then you would've known you had it."<br /><br />"I-I liked this one, and they didn't have my size in stock," Sierra told her.<br /><br />"You did make sure it was going to be delivered on time, didn't you?" Sierra nodded, but again, she hadn't really had any control over that.<br /><br />Sierra knew Robin would be mad at her if this didn't work out, and her dad would probably be disappointed, too. Even if it was a big deal to them, it was, in reality, a pretty simple thing, and if she'd somehow messed that up, Robin probably wouldn't trust her with anything else, either.<br /><br />The whole thing made her very anxious, which just made her usually not-so-strong bladder even worse than usual. By the time Easter weekend rolled around, she was a nervous mess, and had earned her way back into diapers. When the mail went on Saturday with no packages for her, she knew she was doomed.<br /><br />She slunk into the living room Easter morning in her PJ shirt, her nighttime diaper soaked, on the brink of tears, sure she'd let everyone down. The spell on her diaper was amplifying her feeling, making her feel even more upset and vulnerable, and babyish for having failed. There were other dresses she could wear, certainly, but the spirit of the tradition had been broken, and it was all her fault! Her dad and Robin were definitely going to be disappointed in her. She wouldn't be surprised if Robin spanked her!<br /><br />But, as she peeked her head into the living room to see her and Wren's Easter baskets, set up on the coffee table, she was shocked to see a box beside hers. She rushed in, her face lighting up as she saw the name of the store on the return label. "It came!" she squealed.<br /><br />"We got it Friday," Robin told her. "But I thought I'd teach you a lesson about cutting things so close, young lady." <br /><br />Sierra was too happy that it had all worked out in the end to care, or pay much attention to, any lesson. She looked through the rest of her basket happily, then let Robin take her to her room to change her into a fresh diaper, and cut the box open for her.<br /><br />"I can't wait to see what it looks like!" Robin said as she left Sierra to it. "I'm sure it will be perfect." Her tone said she expected that, and that, if that wasn't what she got, she would not be happy.<br /><br />Sierra was eager to see it, too. She knew she hadn't been thinking about diapers when deciding on a size, and she doubted Wren had, either. Would the dress still be big enough, now that she was going to be wearing those underneath? Or would it be like the changing room all over again?! She opened the box, holding her breath and hoping for the best, reaching in to grab the dress, holding it up to see how big it looked compared to her...<br /><br />She heard something fall to the floor, but she was too stunned to worry about that right away. It wasn't the right dress. It wasn't a dress at all, in fact. It was a white onesie, with a pink bow right on the front, attached to a sailor collar. When she glanced down, she saw the thing that had fallen was a pink, pleated skirt, but it was so tiny that it was more a decoration than anything else. The crotch of the onesie, especially with a diaper underneath, was definitely going to show under that.<br /><br />She was fortunate that neither Robin nor her dad were in the hall when she burst out, too angry to have thought about that beforehand. She pounded on Wren's door, glaring at the teen when she finally opened it, phone in hand. "What is this?!" Sierra demanded, shoving the outfit towards her.<br /><br />"Oh, that?" Wren grinned. "Cute, huh? I thought that suited you better than that dumb dress."<br /><br />"I can't wear this for the picture!" Sierra wailed. "What's wrong with you?!"<br /><br />"Oh, calm down," Wren rolled her eyes. "Get in here."<br /><br />Sierra did as she was told, Wren closing the door behind her. "I just got this as a joke," she said. "I thought you'd have a little more of a sense of humor about it. I ordered the real dress, too, and had it sent to me."<br /><br />Sierra felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank goodness... Where is it?"<br /><br />Wren shrugged. "Who knows?"<br /><br />"What?!" Sierra's eyes bulged. <br /><br />"I mean, I do," Wren smirked. "But I'm not telling you for free. You've gotta earn it."<br /><br />"Wreeeen," Sierra whined. "Come ooon, haven't you had enough fun with this?"<br /><br />Wren thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Nope, I think I can have some more."<br /><br />"Fine," Sierra heaved a heavy sigh. "What do you want?"<br /><br />"I want you to squat down here and fill your diaper," Wren told her.<br /><br />"Wren, no!" Sierra pouted. "If I do that, Robin's gonna make me wear these for at least another week! Please, don't make me... Come on, there has to be something else!"<br /><br />"Nope," Wren shook her head. "Do it, or you can just wear that onesie for the picture."<br /><br />Sierra glared at her, fists clenched, then stomped her foot angrily. She wanted to summon her wand, show Wren who was the boss, but she had no idea where her father had put it, so she wouldn't know where to return it when she was done, and if he found out she'd taken it, she would be in a whole lot of trouble. <br /><br />"You are such a bitch!" Sierra grumbled, reluctantly getting into position, squirming there on the floor as she began to push.<br /><br />"Such naughty language!" Wren said, faking shock. "I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!"<br /><br />"Oh, shut..." Sierra started, cutting herself off with a groan as she felt the mess begin to come out, pushing against the seat of her diaper and beginning to spread. "Shut up, you... You meanie-head!" she continued, her voice losing any maturity it might have had before.<br /><br />Suddenly, Sierra realized the real problem with this. These diapers were enchanted, meaning the more she used them, the more she regressed. Samara had adjusted the spell over time, so that now Sierra's mind remained intact, but that was almost worse. Now, she knew the things she was doing were babyish, and that she was far too old to be doing them, but there was nothing she could do to stop them.<br /><br />"Wen, you..." Sierra whimpered, shocked at how high and babyish her voice sounded, and how quickly the spell was working this time, although, as soon as she thought that, she gave her bottom a wiggle and realized her diaper was already quite full. She had to stop it, to make sure Wren changed her before they went downstairs, but when she tried to stop the flow of the mush, her muscles were already too weak.<br /><br />"Wen!" Sierra stumbled, falling flat on her backside, wrinkling her nose as it sank into the mess she was still making, feeling it grow quicker and quicker as her control slipped away more and more. "Bagabada!" Her eyes widened as her words turned to gibberish, realizing it was too late. She felt a wetness at the side of her mouth, knowing from experience that it was drool. When she tried to wipe it away, she, instead, wound up sticking her thumb in her mouth and sucking away sloppily.<br /><br />She had no idea if this had been Wren's plan all along, or if she would have been happy just forcing her to poop her diaper, but either way, she seemed happy with the result. She giggled, looking down at her phone, then back up at Sierra. "Smile for the camera, baby. I want Grif to see this."<br /><br />Sierra could only hope Wren was joking, but she definitely did take a picture. Outwardly, Sierra was too oblivious to care, or try to hide her loaded diaper, but inside, she was burning up with shame, praying Wren wasn't going to send that. He'd already seen more than enough of her!<br /><br />"All right, enough messing around," Wren declared. "Let's get you dressed." For a moment, Sierra was excited, glad that, after all that, she was going to get her dress. But Wren just picked up the onesie instead, slipping it over Sierra's head and snapping it shut, giggling as the girl tugged at the crotch holding her stinky diaper nice and snug to her. The skirt, just as Sierra had expected, was nowhere near long enough, especially since she couldn't make herself walk. <br /><br />Sierra tried to ask for her real dress, but her tongue was in no shape to form actual words. She had a feeling it wouldn't have mattered, anyway. Wren probably hadn't bought the other dress, anyway. More than likely, that had just been a lie to trick her into this. Unfortunately, it had worked, perfectly.<br /><br />"What is this?!" Robin demanded as the girls made their entrance into the living room, Sierra on all fours. <br /><br />"This is what she wanted," Wren shrugged. "I told you, she picked it out all by herself."<br /><br />"Honestly," Robin shook her head. "You complain about wanting to be treated like an adult, and then you pull... What is that?" She sniffed the air. "Sierra, did you mess yourself? I just changed you! Why didn't you ask to use the potty?"<br /><br />Sierra could only giggle, sticking her thumb into her mouth again. "Fine, if this is how you want to be in the picture, then that's what we'll do!"<br /><br />It wasn't, not at all. The pictures were time capsules, a way of looking back and watching herself grow up. Now, whenever she saw them, she'd have to see herself become an adult, then rapidly devolve back to an infant. She'd definitely had to wear a diaper for her last one, too, but it had been better hidden. She knew it was there, though she hoped most other people wouldn't figure that out. This year, there would be no mistaking it. She'd be sitting there, at the feet of everyone else in her full diaper, drooling mindlessly. <br /><br />"Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Robin sighed. Sierra didn't know what Robin was going to do, either, but now that the women knew she'd failed every little test she'd put her through on that trip to the mall, she had a feeling she definitely wasn't going to like it.