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"C'mooon, don't be a baby," Wren teased. "Or is that too hard for you?"
"I'm not a baby!" Sierra pouted, stomping her foot. "I just don't like haunted houses."
"Why?" Wren asked. "Are you afraid somebody's going to pop out and scare you, and make you wet your pants?"
"No!" Sierra blushed. "They're just dumb."
"Have you ever even been in one?" Wren challenged. Sierra hadn't, though, rather than admit to that, she stayed silent. "Well, if you want to come to the party, you're coming to the haunted house first. Or you can just go trick or treating like a baby."
"I got invited to the party, too!" Sierra pointed out.
"But you don't know how to get to Whitney's house, do you?" Wren asked. "And you certainly don't know how to drive."
"Ugh," Sierra rolled her eyes. She wasn't sure why she cared so much about the party, other than the fact that it was her first 'adult' Halloween party. It didn't even really count, since Whitney, and her friends, were, like Wren, seniors in high school, and younger than Sierra, but it was better than anything else Sierra had been to. School parties had been very tame, of course, and, outside of that, she'd been to a few when she was younger, where 'Pin the nose on the Jack-O-Lantern' was the wildest thing going on. Halloween was supposed to be a wild, crazy night, and she'd never gotten to participate. She loved trick or treating, but she'd always hoped one day she could graduate to a party like this, to at least see what it was like. "Fine."
"Good girl," Wren patted her on the head condescendingly. "And your costume had better not be lame, either."
"It won't be," Sierra promised. "It's perfect! Super scary!"
"Oh, really?" Wren looked her up and down, raising her eyebrow. "Well, good luck with that."
She chuckled to herself as Sierra crossed her arms and huffed indignantly. "You'll see!" Sierra promised.
"And don't you dare wear these," Wren ordered, grabbing Sierra's skirt and lifting it up, revealing her training panties. "I'm not going to be seen hanging out with anyone who still has to wear those."
"I don't have to," Sierra said, blushing as Wren checked them and gave her a knowing look. "I-It was just a little accident!"
"Just don't let me catch you in them on Halloween."
It had worked out, really. Sierra remembered all too well what had happened the last time she went out on Halloween without her wand, so she wanted that, and, for her costume, she wanted to change her hair color temporarily, which would be done the easiest, and easiest to reverse, with a spell. So, despite having being warned many times not to go in there without permission, one day after school, while Robin was cooking supper, and her dad wasn't home yet, she snuck into their room.
Her underwear was surprisingly easy to find. Robin had boxed all of them up, along with all Sierra's old clothes, the ones she'd picked out and bought for herself, and had them all clearly marked, ready for Sierra to earn them back one day, or to be given away if that day never came. The wand was a bit more difficult.
She tried to summon it to her, quietly whispering, "Accio wand," but all that did was let her hear a rattling up above her, on the top shelf of the closet. Unsurprisingly, it was stashed well out of her reach, and apparently trapped somewhere it couldn't get out without her help. She glanced down at her panties, wondering if she should take them to her room and hide them, so that, if she was caught, she'd still have them, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to work up the nerve to come back in here.
She dragged the chair from Robin's vanity over to the closet, climbing up onto it and stretching up on her tip-toes as far as she could go, just barely reaching the shelf. There were quite a few boxes up there, and each one that didn't contain her wand made her feel more anxious, sure the door to the room was going to open any minute, or that her feet were going to slip on her nervous sweat and she'd fall and hurt herself.
In the end, however, she thought to try and summon the wand again, and used the noise to track down the right box. She was a bit rusty, as she found when she decided to try and use a spell to return the chair to the vanity, and it slammed into it. Sierra winced at the loud noise it made, and rushed back to her own room and wait to see if Robin heard and was going to question her, or find out about the big accident Sierra had in her trainers at the sound.
She did get in trouble for the latter, but if anyone knew what else she'd done, they never mentioned it, luckily. For the sake of her costume, which she was sure was going to be all the better, now that she could make her hair look right without having to ask for help dying it, it had all been worth it.
When Halloween came around, however, Wren was less than convinced. "Is this because I called you a baby?" she asked. "I mean, I guess they are kind of scary, in a way."
"I'm not a baby!" Sierra pouted. "Just look at me!" She thought it seemed pretty obvious. She'd magically dyed her hair red, pulling it into a pair of ponytails, held with red ribbons. She had on a pair of long, red socks, with red sneakers, a striped shirt, and a short, denim overall dress over that, with 'Good Girls' emblazoned on the front pocket. And, to top it all off, she was carrying a plastic knife, one she'd carefully hidden her wand inside. "I'm Chucky! Well, you know, the female version of him."
"Like, from Rugrats?" Wren asked. "You know he was a baby, right?" There was certainly no mistaking her costume for being a baby, that was for sure. She had on a red, sequined leotard, with black corset laces running up the front. It was low cut, emphasizing her cleavage, with more black laces running from the top of that to a red choker, and the shoulder straps of the outfit, forming a pentagram. She had tall, shiny, red high heels on her feet, a pair of red horns on her head, and, on her backside, a red and black mesh bustle half-skirt, and a red tail beneath that. Even without the plastic pitchfork she was holding, there was no mistaking that she was supposed to be the devil.
"No!" Sierra rolled her eyes. "Chucky!"
"Yeah, I heard you," Wren replied. "I guess you could call him a toddler, but that's still a baby, basically."
"Not from Rugrats!" Sierra grumbled. "It's Chucky! You know, from the Chucky movies!"
"I don't think he had any solo movies," Wren informed her.
Sierra glared at her, trying to figure out if the girl was teasing her. "The doll!" she tried to remind her, holding up her knife. "Remember?"
"Oh, a doll," Wren said. "Yeah, that's waaay scarier, Sierra. Great job."
"It is!" Sierra insisted. "Those are scary movies!"
"Yeah, whatever, I guess it's good enough," Wren shrugged. Before Sierra could react, the other girl reached out, grabbing the hem of her skirt and flipping it up, exposing her pink panties. "At least you got that right," she said. "And you'd better not have any accidents and embarrass me. If you don't, don't come crying to me, I didn't pack any diapers for you."
"I won't!" Sierra promised. "A-And you'll tell Robin, right? That I was able to make it a whole night without wetting myself?"
"Sure," Wren said. "I'll tell her I knew nothing about you sneaking into her room and taking them without permission, even though you're still being punished, and watch her spank you silly. It'll be a great way to end the night."
"Fine, I get it," Sierra pouted. It would have been nice for this to not only be her first real Halloween party, but also another thing to prove she didn't need diapers, but apparently that was too much to hope for.
"No, I'm serious," Wren told her. "I'd be more than happy to do that for you."
"Can we just go?" Sierra sighed. Preferably, she wanted to be gone before Robin or her dad showed up, so she wouldn't have to explain how she'd gotten her hair so red, or how, the next day, she was going to turn it perfectly blonde again. She'd tried wash-out hair dye in the past, and even that stained her hair for a few days, so if they saw her like this, the smart thing to do would be to keep her wand a little longer and slowly change her hair color back to normal. The longer it was away from its hiding space, however, the more trouble she knew she'd get in when she was caught.
"Eager to get your pants scared off?" Wren teased. "Oh, speaking of that, you need to sign a waiver for this haunted house. Here, I went ahead and printed it off, so we could get in quicker." She pulled a stack of papers out of her purse and pushed it towards her.
"A waiver?" Sierra eyed the forms nervously. "I-I don't know if I want..."
"It's just for show," Wren told her. "Come on, they aren't actually going to hurt you. Just sign it." Sierra picked them up to start reading them, but Wren yanked them away. "We don't have time for that. If you're going to chicken out, you can stay here, and I'll text Aunt Robin about all those times you begged me to change your Pull-Ups without telling her."
"B-But I haven't!" Sierra whined.
"And that'll only make it more fun to see her demote you back to diapers for it," Wren smirked. "You're already on thin ice. So, what's it going to be? Are you going to sign the papers and come be a big girl with me, or stay here and wait to be put back into your baby diapers? I bet that'll give you a spanking, too. Maybe even an enema!"
"Fine," Sierra huffed. She knew something was up, but she also doubted Wren was lying, and didn't dare run that risk. She filled out the papers, then watched them vanish into Wren's purse. "I-It isn't going to be that bad, is it?"
"No, of course not," Wren rolled her eyes. "It's a haunted house. This just says they can touch you, but it isn't like they're going to kidnap you or something. Chill out. They'd give you back in an hour or two anyway, or you'd bankrupt them, trying to keep you in diapers."
"Very funny," Sierra stuck her tongue out, trying to convince herself that Wren's words, or at least the first of them, were true. If Wren was planning on getting through it before the party, it probably wasn't even a particularly long haunted house. She hadn't been in many of them, and wasn't a huge fan, but surely she could get through one. For once, she wished she wasn't in panties, however. Something with a little more padding would make her feel less anxious about people jumping out at her and scaring her.
"So," Sierra asked, after buckling herself into the back seat of Wren's car, where she always had to ride. "What is the theme of this house, anyway?" If the teen heard her, she gave no indication of it, just kept driving. If anything, she may have turned her radio up a little louder. She wasn't sure what to look for as she stared out the window, either. She assumed it would be busy on Halloween, so she was looking for someplace with a full parking lot nearby, but she also expected it to be out somewhere, isolated from the main part of town.
The place Wren stopped was neither of those things. Sierra looked around at the buildings on the street Wren had pulled to a stop on, and they all seemed pleasant enough. The only thing out of the ordinary was a small sign outside the one closest to the car, but Sierra couldn't make out what it said. It didn't strike her as something announcing a haunted house, though, and there were only a couple cars around.
"Here we go," Wren announced. "C'mon, time to get out."
"Are you sure this is it?" Sierra asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out, slamming the door behind her. "It doesn't look that..."
She paused as she looked at the sign again, this time just close enough to be able to read the words on it. Quickly, she turned and reached for the handle on the door she'd just shut, only to see the lights on the car blink as Wren hit the button on her fob and locked it all up. "Wren, this isn't funny!" Sierra gasped as the girl's hand closed around her wrist and began dragging her up to the building. "Please, don't!"
"Chill out," Wren rolled her eyes. "You'll be just fine."
She pulled Sierra into the building, despite the older girl's best efforts, and pulled out the papers Sierra had signed, handing them over to the woman at the front counter, who looked them over, then nodded. A door opened, and a pair of cheerful looking teenagers, probably around Wren's age, stepped out, wearing cheerfully-colored dresses with aprons, taking Sierra from Wren, and the papers from the woman at the counter.
"Stop it!" Sierra whimpered, struggling in vain. "I don't belong here!"
"It's all right," the woman at the counter said. "That's Ms. Wendy and Ms. Dorothy, two of our best!"
"Calm down," Wren shook her head, watching her be taken away. "Don't be such a baby!"
But, as she was taken into the next room, it seemed that was exactly what they wanted her to be. Just as the sign outside had warned, she'd been taken into a daycare, a room filled with big stuffed animals, toys, and games, everything except children. There was a large mirror there, too, though Sierra didn't feel like looking at herself at the moment. It was only her and the two girls who had brought her in, both of whom she was certain were younger than her, despite being taller.
"You must be a naughty girl, indeed, to be stuck in here on Halloween, instead of being allowed to go trick-or-treating," Dorothy told her. "I hope you'll behave yourself for us."
"A good way to start is by giving me this," Wendy said, grabbing the knife from Sierra's hand. "This is not appropriate for a little girl like you."
"Hey!" Sierra gasped, grabbing for it, only to have to raised up, out of her reach. "That's mine! It's for my costume!"
"And what is your costume?" Dorothy asked, flipping through the forms Sierra had signed. "Is it that you're a 'Good Girl'? Because it looks like that definitely isn't the case, is it?"
"No, it's from the movies!" Sierra huffed, stomping her foot.
"Either way, there are no weapons here, even for play, so this is going up here," Wendy set the knife on the top shelf of a tall bookshelf, well out of Sierra's reach. "If you can live up to your costume, you can have it back when your babysitter comes back to pick you up."
"Uh-oh," Dorothy shook her head, showing one of the papers to her companion.
"Really?" Wendy sighed. "I thought we were going to have an easy night, too. You're way too old for this!" Sierra gasped as the girl grabbed her skirt, lifting it, seeming not giving a second thought to exposing her underwear to everyone there. "Still dry, huh? Maybe you can be a good girl."
"I can!" Sierra blurted out, before thinking to clarify, "I-I'm not a little kid, though, I..."
"Yes, I read all about your little fantasies," Dorothy told her. "Sorry, sweetie, but we're under strict orders not to play along. That's why you're here, instead of one of the rooms for older children. Of course, if you act up, we can always take you back to the nursery."
"No!" Sierra squealed. "I-I'll be good! I don't need to go there!"
"Well, prove it by not having any accidents. This says you're on your third strike, so any acting up, any wetness in those panties, and they will be taken away. Understand?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am," Sierra gulped. This was ridiculous! She was supposed to be going to her first grown-up Halloween party, having fun, dancing, and now she was stuck here, being watched like a hawk by two girls who thought she was a child! She knew Wren was mean, but this was going too far! Even Robin would surely agree on that, and she always sided with Wren!
"Now go play," Wendy patted her on the backside, sending her out into the room. "Come get one of us when you need the potty, or are ready for your snack."
Sierra stumbled further into the room, looking around at all the toys, her companions for the rest of her Halloween, apparently. They looked like they were made for very small children, barely older than toddlers, who could be trusted to look at books without simply chewing on the pages, but not to read any words longer than a few letters. It was going to be a long night, Sierra thought, settling down on the fluffy carpet next to one of the bookshelves, thinking its contents might be slightly more entertaining than some stuffed animals.
She grabbed the closest book and opened it up, not paying much attention to what the title was. When she opened it up, however, it was not what she expected at all. Yes, it was a picture book, and it definitely used simple words, but rather than being a book about potty training, as she'd assumed by glancing at the cover, it was the opposite. The little girl in the pictures looked way older than she ought to be, especially to be as proud as she seemed to be wearing training panties, although the adults were still an appropriate amount taller than her.
The little girl in the book started out running around, proudly showing everyone her trainers, only to be given a warning by each that diapers were way easier. She brushed them off, one by one, but then, when it came time for her to use the potty, the book's art style changed instantly, going from bright and cheerful to dark and spooky as she made her way down the hall. Sierra, herself, gasped when she turned the page to reveal the bathroom, and the toilet was drawn as a hideous monster, disturbing even to her, as a grown-up! She couldn't imagine what showing that to a toddler would do!
She quickly closed the book shivering a little, and finally looked at the title. 'Say No to Potties!' it declared proudly, with the main character standing there proudly, hands on her hips, in a huge, bulky diaper. Sierra assumed that was how the story ended, which made the cover kind of a spoiler. She wasn't about to check, however, not wanting to see that toilet again. She shivered just thinking about it. It had a toothy, sinister grin, with spider and snakes oozing out, along with what seemed like tentacles of its own, and a pair of evil, glowing eyes, and she was positive it really would have gotten her to delay her potty training, if she were small enough to still be dealing with that.
Why would this book be here? Was it a joke? Maybe someone had donated some books to the daycare, and the workers hadn't checked them thoroughly enough before putting them up on the shelf. It definitely wasn't the sort of thing that seemed appropriate for a daycare, that was for sure. As much as she wanted to avoid the workers, she thought it was her duty, as a responsible adult, to point this out, so no actual children got scared.
She picked the book up, and started to stand, only to be taken by surprise by a flash of red and blue, dashing past her. She let out an involuntary yelp, losing her balance and falling back onto her bottom. What in the world was that?! She was supposed to be the only 'kid' there, and that had definitely been smaller than her.
Before she could investigate, Dorothy was standing over her, staring down disapprovingly. "What was that about, little lady?" she asked.
Sierra considered asking if someone else had been dropped off there, then changed her mind. "This book," she started, only to be cut off when the girl knelt down and raised her skirt.
"Honestly," she shook her head. "It's barely been five minutes! All right, we warned you. Come on!"
"Come where?" Sierra asked, gasping as she was yanked to her feet, guided over towards... The changing table! "No!" she whimpered, squirming in the girl's grip. "I didn't have an accident!"
"Young lady, if I can't trust you to know when you've pee-peed on yourself, I can't trust you to know what an accident is," Dorothy told her. "I'm the one in charge here, and I say you belong back in Pull-Ups. And, if you complain anymore, it's straight back to diapers, understand?"
Wendy met them at the table, having apparently overheard, with a pair of Disney Princess Pull-Ups at the ready. Sierra whimpered, not daring to actually speak, as her panties were pulled off by Dorothy, the other swooping in right on cue to make her step into the trainers. "No accident, huh?" Dorothy shook her head, showing Sierra the panties.
There was the tiniest wet spot, barely even noticeable when it was being pointed out to her, but, unfortunately, the Pull-Ups were already being snapped into place. "This is why you can't be trusted in these," Dorothy said, grabbing a pair of scissors from the changing table and opening them up, placing the panties in between the large, sharp blades in front of a horrified Sierra.
"Stop!" Sierra tried to rush forward to save her undies, but the other worker grabbed her arms, holding her in place.
"If your Mommy is smart, she'll do the same with all your panties," Dorothy smirked, before closing the scissors, slicing the underwear in half.
"That's not fair!" Sierra stomped her foot angrily. If this was a joke, and Wren came back to get her for the party, she would be so upset at her for winding up back in Pull-Ups that she might leave her here anyway! And, even if Sierra did wind up spending the whole evening here, she'd probably still be disappointed. And, if she ever earned back her underwear in Robin's eyes, the woman would probably notice the missing pair, assume Sierra had stolen them, and then take the rest back as punishment! Sierra had watched her go through all of them when she'd taken them, tossing out most of them for tiny stains, or holes, or any other reason she could think of, so it wouldn't surprise Sierra if she remembered all about the few pairs she'd kept. "Those were mine!"
"As soon as you treated them like a diaper, you proved you didn't deserve them," Dorothy told her. "This is what happens to diapers, isn't it? They get used up and thrown away." She walked over to the diaper pail, opened it up, and tossed the ruined panties inside.
"B-But I barely did anything," Sierra sniffled. "You two are big meanies!" She wanted to say something more harsh, but that would definitely earn her a punishment.
"Shh, shh, calm down," Wendy, still holding her in place, pulled her closer, into a hug. "I know it's hard, thinking you're a big girl, and finding out differently. Don't worry, I'm sure your Mommy will understand, and if you can keep your trainers clean and dry for a few weeks, she'll let you try panties again."
"Don't coddle her," Dorothy rolled her eyes. "You saw her records. Someone like her is never going to get to that point."
"I'm trying to be nice," Wendy hissed, still hugging Sierra. "She's too silly to understand that! She's just a dumb baby!"
"No, I'm not!" Sierra stomped her foot again.
"Really?" Wendy turned Sierra around, holding her by the shoulders, staring into her eyes. "Then why did you wet yourself? We told you that you were on your third strike, and to come get us if you needed the potty, and what would happen if you didn't. You either aren't potty trained after all, and need to be in these anyway," she patted the trainers, "or you're not very smart. Which is it?"
Sierra tried to look down at her feet, blushing, but the girl caught her chin, lifting it back up to stare into her eyes. "I-It was barely even an accident," she protested.
"They looked pretty wet to me," Dorothy spoke up.
"And we certainly aren't going to pull them out of the pail to check," Wendy said. "And, since we're the big girls here, what we say goes. You soaked your panties, and now you're throwing a tantrum! Do you think your Mommy is going to like that?"
Sierra barely stopped herself from stomping her foot in protest again, knowing that would only add to the 'tantrum' argument. "No," she admitted.
"That's what I thought," Wendy said. "If you behave yourself, maybe we won't tell her about you throwing a fit, okay?"
Sierra nodded meekly. That was about the best she could hope for at this point, honestly, unless she was lucky, and this was all something Wren had, somehow, cooked up.
Sierra jumped at the sound of a loud doorbell ringing through the room. "Who could that be?" Dorothy frowned. "She's the only one we have an appointment for tonight."
Wendy's eyes widened, and she grinned. "Trick or treaters!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, my god, I bet you're right!" Dorothy squealed. "I can't wait to see them, I bet they're adorable!"
"Well, we can't just leave her here like this," Wendy looked at Sierra, annoyed.
Her companion looked around, then took Sierra by the hand. "Come on," she instructed. "You can watch a nice TV show, how about that? Bring that," she ordered the other girl, who grabbed a high chair and began dragging it over to the TV, where they all met up.
"I-I'll just sit and watch," Sierra promised, which didn't stop the girl from picking her up and setting her down in the chair, or the other one from sliding the tray into place, keeping Sierra pinned in her seat.
"Yes," Dorothy said, booping her on the nose, "You will." She flipped on the TV, and the two hurried out of the room, giggling to one another.
Sierra didn't have much of a choice, other than to squirm in the high chair and stare at the television, as the show came on. It seemed oddly familiar, maybe something she'd watched when she was actually a kid, or when she'd babysat Madison. It was very bright, and noisy, and something about it made her vaguely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, it also really drew her in, making her mind feel a bit fuzzy around the edges, and gradually slowing her attempts to wriggle free of the chair, until, despite the discomfort, she was leaning closer, a thin line of drool making its way down her chin.
It took her an embarrassingly long time to notice that, long enough that she had to squirm in her seat, afraid she'd been dribbling from somewhere else, too, without knowing, but thankfully her Pull-Ups seemed dry. There was something wrong about this show, she knew, and she had to stop watching, yet, while she was sitting here, there wasn't much she could do about it. She thrashed in place, trying to loosen the tray, which refused to budge, fighting to keep turned away from the screen as long as she could. If she could have blocked her ears, maybe she would have lasted longer, but the sounds were so inviting, especially when, every once in a while, she'd catch a glimpse of the colors from the corner of her eye. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, and her head turned back towards the TV.
She screamed as something leapt out of the screen at her, flinching backwards, definitely noticing it when it became not just her mouth leaking. It took her a long moment of huddling in the chair and shivering to realize she'd been wrong, and it hadn't come out of the screen, nor had it been her imagination. There, sitting on the tray of her high chair, grinning at her as it reached up and stroked her hair, was a doll. But this wasn't just any doll. Sierra hadn't seen it for a long time, since one fateful, disturbing Christmas Eve, yet she recognized it right away.
It was the doll of her, the one Santa had brought to Madison. Like Sierra, its hair was red, and it was wearing a matching outfit, although, as it moved, Sierra could see it still had on its panties, unlike her. Sierra had no idea what it was doing there, how it had changed, or what it wanted, but she knew she wanted it to get away from her.
"Accio wand!" she called out, watching as her prop knife flew off the top shelf and zoomed towards her. She was able to catch it, though, stuck under the tray, there wasn't much she could do with it right then. Maybe she should have done that earlier, but using magic against a couple of Muggles was probably a bad idea. This doll, however, was a different story. It wasn't even from this dimension!
The doll raised its eyebrows, then grinned evilly, hopping down off the tray and scurrying away, clearly afraid of Sierra now, as it should be. Unfortunately, Sierra didn't have long to bask in her victory, as she heard the door to the room open, and the chattering of the two workers returning. "How are you doing, Sierra?" Wendy called, before showing up in front of her. "Are you enjoying your... What is that?!"
Sierra was, at last, released from the chair, the tray set on the floor so the worker could grab the knife, with Sierra's wand inside. "We told you, young lady, you aren't allowed to have this! How did you even get it back?"
Before Sierra had a chance to answer, Dorothy called, "I'll get the paddle!"
"No!" Sierra gasped.
"Yes," Wendy corrected. "Little girls who break the rules have to be punished, and... Did you wet yourself again?"
"No!" Sierra answered automatically, having forgotten about that in her panic over the doll.
"Then where are the flowers on your Pull-Up?" Wendy asked, pushing her skirt up and pressing a hand to the padding. "And why is it so warm? Honestly, Sierra! You haven't even been here twenty minutes, and you've already wet yourself twice, and earn yourself a spanking! No wonder you weren't allowed to go trick-or-treating!"
She lifted Sierra down from the chair, leading her by the hand over to Dorothy, who was sitting on a rocking chair, holding a large, pink paddle, and waiting. Sierra tried to watch her walk away, once she'd let go of her hand, to see where she took her wand to, but it was hard to take her eyes off the paddle.
"We don't normally believe in this here," Dorothy said, "but your Mommy said on your form that this was the only thing that gets through to you, and that definitely seems to be true."
"Pleeeease, no!" Sierra begged, tears already in her eyes as she was pulled up over the teenager's lap, her damp trainers pushed down. "I-I'm sorry! I'll be good!"
"I hope so," Dorothy said, although she didn't sound like she meant it. "She suggested some other things, too, that I don't think you'll like."
"What..?" Sierra started to ask, only to be stopped by the whap of the paddle across her bare bottom, making her jump and yelp. "Oww! Pl-Please, I-I... Ouch!"
"Oh, calm down," Dorothy rolled her eyes. "You'd think you really were just a baby. I barely tapped you! If this is how you respond to that, this is not going to be pleasant for you, little girl."
Sierra whimpered, sure that Dorothy had to be lying. There was no way the girl was so strong that the swat she'd just delivered could be qualified as a 'tap'. If that was the case, then the girl was right, and Sierra was in trouble. She didn't have time to say much else as the girl began the spanking in earnest, or what seemed that way to her victim, who was bawling not even three spanks in, despite her best efforts. The tears weren't enough to stop Dorothy, however, who kept going until Sierra's whole bottom was bright pink and throbbing.
Dorothy pulled the Pull-Ups back into place, then lifted her up onto her lap and hugged her, stroking her hair until she had finished the worst of her sobbing. "Come on," she said gently, setting her down on her feet and taking her hand, "Let's get you changed."
Sierra gulped, staring up at the changing table she was being led to, a diaper already unfolded and waiting for her. That wasn't the most worrying part, however. As she stared, she saw the doll pop up, switching the bottle of baby powder with something else, wave at her, then pop back down, out of sight.
"Th-There!" she declared, pointing. "I-It isn't my fault I had an accident, that scared me!"
"What?" Dorothy frowned, looking around. "That picture of the baby animals?"
"Nooo," Sierra whined as the girl helped her up onto the table. "Didn't you see it?"
"She's being silly," Wendy shook her head, stepping forward to strap Sierra down, ensuring there was no wiggling away, before pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "She thinks she can get out of being diapered, even though she earned it."
"Sorry, sweetie," Dorothy shook her head, looking down at her as she ripped open the sides of her wet training panties. "You're going back to Pampers, and no amount of stories is going to change that."
Sierra whimpered, looking over at the changing supplies next to her, her heart racing as she saw the bottle that the doll had replaced the baby powder with. She'd seen it before, too, and, like the doll, it had come from the diaper dimension. The doll must have brought it along! Thankfully, it had never been used on her, but she'd seen it advertised on TV, a quick-acting solution to diaper training stubborn littles. The powder itself was supposed to weaken bladder control as it was absorbed into the skin, and then, when it came into contact with liquid, it was supposed to start weakening bowel control as well. The full effect was supposed to be temporary, a way to prove to the little that they belonged in diapers, but she wasn't sure how much she believed that, or how long 'temporary' was. She'd always been terrified by it, hoping it was nowhere near as effective as the commercials claimed, and now, here it was, in her world, about to be sprinkled all over her!
She tried to get her arm free, to push the bottle away, but, just like the chair, she was held in place too well. She watched in horror as her crotch was wiped clean, and Wendy applied a healthy glob of baby lotion, while Dorothy reached for the 'powder'. "Not that!" Sierra begged. "Please!"
"Don't be silly," Dorothy shook her head. "This is to make sure you don't get a rash. You don't want that, do you?"
"Considering how much she pees herself, I think we'd better use extra," Wendy giggled, adjusting her gloves.
"Good idea!" Sierra watched helplessly as she opened the bottle and shook it out, dumping a small mountain of powder onto her crotch, her companion helpfully massaging it into her skin. Sierra groaned, certain she could feel it working already, tugging uselessly on the strap holding her down.
"Somebody's grumpy," Wendy said, as the other pulled the diaper up between her legs. It really did look like the Pamper they'd threatened her with, except it felt far thicker than it should have, forcing her thighs apart as she wiggled, watching the tapes being smoothed into place.
"She's just upset that we saw through her, and put her back where she belongs," Dorothy replied, patting the front of the snugly secured diaper. "And that her Mommy is going to know just how bad she was, simply by seeing she's back in diapers, and looking at her spanked bottom. There's no hiding that, is there?"
"N-No," Sierra sniffled as the strap was finally loosened, and she was helped up, stood back up on the soft carpet.
"I bet your Mommy will spank you all over again, for acting up so much here, won't she?" Sierra nodded, since that seemed very likely, unless, of course, her father did it first. "Sorry, sweetie, but that's the only way kids like you will learn. Do you want to be a naughty little baby all your life?"
"I-I'm not one now," Sierra protested.
"Really?" Dorothy raised her eyebrow, giving Sierra's rear a crinkly swat. Sierra yelped, her hands shooting to her already stinging backside, trying to rub it through the bulky padding. "Tell you what, if you can get through the rest of the night without another accident, then maybe we'll think about putting you back in Pull-Ups to go home in, okay?"
Sierra squirmed, feeling the padding all around her bottom, as if it were trying to swallow her. She really didn't want to have to go back to those, but, with that powder, she had a bad feeling she wouldn't have a choice. Then again, this was almost definitely her best shot. Besides, it wasn't like her panties were an option anymore. No matter what happened, she was either heading home, or to the party, in some form of padding, and with a spanked backside. "O-Okay," she nodded.
"That is so mean of you," Wendy shook her head. "If she's already peed her pants twice, there's no way she'll make it until the end of the night! Why even give her false hope?"
"I can, too!" Sierra blurted out, defending herself automatically, without thinking about the powder, and how much harder it could make things.
"We'll see," Dorothy patted her on the head.
Sierra flinched as she heard the doorbell ring again, and both workers turned towards her. "Please don't put me in the chair again!" she begged.
"I think she learned her lesson," Wendy told the Dorothy. "She knows what will happen if she acts up now, don't you?" Sierra nodded.
"I don't know how you got that knife last time, but if I catch you with it again, I swear, I'll snap it in half and throw it away," Dorothy threatened. "And I'll spank you again, and this time I'll actually try."
Sierra's hands shot to her bottom again, rubbing it nervously. "I-I'll leave it alone," she promised.
The workers looked at one another, then shrugged. "Come on," Wendy said, "let's go get the candy!"
Sierra watched them go, then immediately grabbed for the tapes on the diaper. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to get it off and back on without it being very noticeable, but if she could wipe the powder off before it really began to take effect, it would be worth it! Unfortunately, the glue on the tapes was very strong, much more than she'd expected. She grunted, struggling with one of them, shocked at how much force it was taking.
She'd experienced diapers like this, with this kind of resilient tapes, before, in the diaper dimension. If the doll had brought the powder through, could he have also brought the diaper? It would also explain why it looked so much like a Pamper, while having so much extra padding. If that was the case, it would take an Amazon to get the thing off, so she had to hope it wasn't true, or she might really be in trouble, since none of those were around.
When she felt the tug at the back of her diaper, she was sure the girls had returned without her hearing, and she was about to get in trouble, but when she turned around, nobody was there. After another moment, however, she felt it again, and felt a coolness on her backside, which actually felt nice, considering how warm the spanking had made it.
After another spin, however, she still didn't see anyone. Finally, she thought to look over at the mirror, her eyes widening as she saw the doll clinging to the back of her diaper, clutching the bottle of powder in its other hand. "Don't you dare!" Sierra hissed, reaching for it. It had found the perfect spot, unfortunately, just out of her reach, so she tried swatting at it awkwardly instead, not wanting to miss and hit herself, even through the padding of her diaper.
"Get that away from me!" Sierra stomped her foot, trying to shake the doll off. Looking at it in the mirror, she had to admit, the costume fit it better than her, since it really was a doll. It might not look quite like Chucky, but it was still pretty scary to her at the moment.
It was persistent, too, hanging on for dear life, bringing the powder closer and closer, until, out of options, Sierra dropped to the floor, hoping the jolt would knock it free. She wasn't sure if it had worked or not, since, even with her diaper, and the carpet, under her, the impact was very unpleasant on her bottom, bringing tears to her eyes, and a squirt of urine to her pants.
She gasped, stomach churning, certain she felt the liquid soaking into the powder already on her, allowing it to take its full effect. It had been a small accident, but any was too much for her right now. And, to add insult to injury, she felt her diaper being yanked back again! She looked to the mirror, and saw the doll standing behind her, a cloud of white dust rising up as it shook the bottle.
"Stop!" she grabbed the doll, taking it by surprise and making it drop the bottle, throwing it over into the corner of the room. Immediately, Sierra's hands shot to the tapes again, even more desperate to get them open and get rid of the powder, right in time for the door to open, and the two workers to step back in.
"Sierra!" Dorothy snapped, shooting forward and grabbing Sierra's wrist. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"B-But..." Sierra pouted. "I have to!"
"What you have to do is keep your diaper on!" Dorothy told her. "You clearly need it, young lady! You already had two..." She paused, looking at Sierra's diaper, then letting go of her hands to check her. "Seriously? Again? Honestly, how did you ever get into panties in the first place? What did you do, steal them?"
Sierra couldn't keep from gasping out loud, shocked that the girl had guessed it so quickly, and so accurately. Unfortunately, that didn't escape her notice.
"Sierra," she narrowed her eyes, leaning closer, "Did you? Did you steal those panties? Was that third strike supposed to be for trainers, and not panties? Or were you always supposed to be in diapers, and you had one more chance to prove you were ready to start potty training?"
"Th-They were my panties," Sierra sniffled. It was true, even if she hadn't been supposed to have them.
"Either way, you've been through three more strikes already," Dorothy pointed out. "But I will be sending a note home to your Mommy to check all the underwear drawers in the house and see if any are missing. I don't think she's going to like what she finds, is she?"
Sierra blushed, hanging her head until she saw Wendy's feet approaching. "These should keep her hands where they belong," she said, making Sierra look up nervously.
The girl was holding a pair of pink, leather mittens, ones that would keep her fingers separated, and unable to do much of anything. "No!" Sierra whimpered. "I-I had to do it!"
"And why is that?" Dorothy asked, grabbing one of Sierra's arms, raising it up so Wendy could pull the mitten over it, carefully forcing each finger into its own compartment.
"The powder!" Sierra grabbed the bottle with her free hand, glad she hadn't thrown it, too. "Look! It isn't from here! It's what made me wet myself this time, I swear! I-I have to get it off, or..."
Dorothy rolled her eyes, but took the bottle, looking it over. "Don't be silly. This is just baby powder."
And, unfortunately, as the girl turned the bottle around in her hands, that it was true. "W-Well, that one is, but the one on the table..." she pointed with her free hand, giving Wendy the perfect opportunity to slip the other mitten on, while Dorothy secured the first one in place. "Listen to me!" Sierra kicked her feet in frustration.
"When you grow up, your imagination will be very useful, I'm sure," Wendy told her. "Maybe you'll be a writer or something!"
"But for now," Dorothy continued, "We've had enough of it. If you try and tell us any more stories, I'm putting a pacifier in that mouth of yours to shut it up. Got it?" Sierra blushed, squirming in her diaper, and nodded. "Maybe I should do that anyway," Dorothy teased. "You're already in a diaper, like a baby, why not go all the way?"
"Dorothy!" Wendy shook her head. "She can't help it!" Sierra looked up at her, feeling good for a moment. "It isn't your fault you still need your diapers, you just haven't been properly potty trained yet, huh?"
"Yes, I have!" Sierra huffed, crossing her arms.
"Sweetie, you're sitting in a wet diaper right now. A diaper you earned your way back to, from panties, in no time flat. Clearly, your potty training is not up to snuff. But that's okay! One of these days, I'm sure somebody will teach you!" Sierra knew Wendy was trying to be nice, though it didn't really do much to make her feel better. "Why don't you go play, okay?"
"How am I supposed to play with these?" Sierra whined, holding up her mittened hands.
"Use your imagination," Dorothy told her, ruffling her hair and smacking her on the bottom, making her squeal. "Just go!"
Sierra shuffled away, settling down among a group of stuffed animals. Part of her wanted to see if any more books were odd, like the potty training one, but she doubted she'd even be able to get one off the shelf now, much less turn the pages. "So," she sighed, looking around at the oversized toys. They were set up in a huge circle, with a pink, plastic tea pot in the middle. "Do you want to have a tea party?"
She gasped, another dribble of urine escaping into her diaper as one of the bears' heads moved. She winced, feeling the wetness soaking into the powder, hoping it was the baby powder, and not the other kind. She had to stop doing that! Except, of course, the more it happened, the harder that would be, which was the whole point of the awful powder.
The doll stepped out from behind the teddy bear, grinning. It seemed taller now, which only made it scarier. "Go away!" she commanded, swatting at it with her mittens. To her surprise, it reached out and grabbed one of them, yanking on it and making her head jerk down towards the floor.
That gave the doll the perfect opportunity, and it grabbed the teapot, tipping it into Sierra's gasping mouth. She'd assumed the thing was empty, but she was wrong, as warm apple juice began flowing in. She didn't know if it had been sitting out for a while, or if there was something more than juice, but it had a weird taste that made her very worried, and very suspicious. Unfortunately, the doll's strength wasn't limited to its ability to grip things, and she couldn't escape as it emptied the whole pot into her.
Or, nearly the whole thing. It stopped short, allowing Sierra to catch her breath, letting go of her mitten to dash forward and grab at her diaper instead, pulling open the legband to empty the rest of the juice inside.
"Stop!" Sierra squealed, kicking at the awful toy, certain she could feel her tummy rumbling now as more and more of the powder was activated by the liquid.
"What's going on, sweetie?" Wendy asked. Of course, she didn't make it to the circle of toys in time to see the doll hide behind the giant, stuffed tiger. "Oh, Sierra," she sighed, looking at her diaper. "Again? Already?"
"I-It's the tea!" Sierra declared, but she knew, as Wendy checked her, the warm apple juice had soaked into her padding just like her pee-pee would have.
"There's no tea, silly," the girl shook her head, picking up the now empty pot and turning it over. "That's just pretend. Your accidents are real, though. We're going to have to send you home with a whole chart full of frowny stickers at this rate. I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't, either."
Sierra shook her head. She definitely didn't, but did it really matter at this point? Even if she could get the diaper off on her own, she had the mittens on keeping that from happening! And, the longer she stayed in the diaper, the harder it was going to be to stop herself from having more accidents!
That did give her an idea, though. "Can I have a change?" she asked, using her best puppy dog eyes on Wendy.
"Your diaper can hold plenty more," the girl told her. "It would be kind of a waste, wouldn't it? Besides, I think you should stay in it at least a little longer, anyway, and think about how babyish it is that you still need them at all at your age. Maybe that will help motivate you to try a little harder with your potty training."
"But..." Sierra pouted, but, before she could say anything more, the doorbell rang again.
Wendy hopped up excitedly, then frowned slightly. "Hey, Dorothy?" she asked. "Do you think it's a little mean, giving candy to all these other kids while Sierra is stuck here without any?"
"That's what she gets for being a little brat," Dorothy shrugged.
"But, still," Wendy looked down at Sierra. "It is Halloween."
"You are such a softy," Dorothy rolled her eyes, walking over next to her co-worker, taking her hand. "Come on." Wendy resisted being pulled towards the door, making Dorothy sigh and shake her head. "All right, Sierra, if you can behave yourself until we get back, you can have some candy for your little Good Girl costume, okay?"
Sierra would have liked to say she didn't care about candy, since she wasn't a kid, but she did really want some. That was what Halloween was all about after all. "Okay," she nodded."
Of course, as soon as they were gone, the doll popped back up immediately, grinning at her from a smaller version of her own face. Although, she had to admit, it really did look like it was bigger now, even more than before, so the difference in size wasn't as pronounced. "Go away!" she ordered. That was about all she could do, while it stood there beside the teddy bear, watching her. Even if she summoned her wand, she wouldn't be able to use it for anything with the mittens.
The doll stared at her in an unsettling way for another few seconds, then vanished. Sierra felt a wave of relief, thinking that maybe it had done all it wanted, and was actually leaving. That relief quickly gave way to anxiety as she realized how unlikely that was, and she began to worry about the fact that she no longer knew where the doll was. At least when it was in front of her, she knew it wasn't doing anything too bad.
There was no sign of it for a minute or so, long enough for Sierra to really start to worry, and then, something flew out of nowhere, bonking her on the head and falling to the floor in front of her. It didn't hurt, though it did surprise her a little. She frowned, bending down to examine it. It was pretty small, and crumpled up, and she couldn't pick it up, so she had to get pretty close to see that it was nothing more than a candy wrapper.
That played right into the doll's hand. It hopped over the stuffed animal it had been hiding behind, and, before Sierra could straighten back up, or bat it away, it had run up and shoved something into her mouth. She instantly attempted to spit it out, but it was too sticky, already adhering to her mouth and beginning to melt into a sugary mass. It tasted good, at least, like a caramel, but every attempt Sierra made to yell at the doll was completely thwarted as her mouth refused to open far enough for that now.
"Ahh," she heard her own voice say. "That's better."
She scooted away, muffled sounds of shock and alarm coming from her mouth as she saw the doll's mouth moving and speaking. "You just stay here," it told her. "I have more presents for you." It ran off again, and, a moment later, another candy wrapper fell down next to her, and another, and another, until she was surrounded by the things.
Sierra was confused, uncertain what the doll was planning with this, until the girls returned and found her sitting there among them. "Sierra!" Wendy snapped. "We told you we'd give you some when we got back!" Sierra's eyes widened, shaking her head, trying to explain that she hadn't taken the candy, but silenced by the one piece she was actually eating. "How did you even open all of these with your mittens?"
"She's obviously been stealing them for a while, and hiding the wrappers," Dorothy deduced. "And she was going to let us give her another piece, even though she's clearly already had plenty."
"Honestly, Sierra," Wendy shook her head. "I expected more from you."
"I didn't," Dorothy shrugged. "This seems about right. She's just a big, overgrown baby." As if to emphasize that, she grabbed a pacifier from the changing table, shoving it into Sierra's mouth, where Sierra could feel the candy adhering to the plastic, sticking the thing in place until she could finish the caramel, or get rid of it somehow. "Well, slightly overgrown."
Sierra grumbled behind her pacifier, wanting to defend herself, or at least ask for a change so the powder would stop working, making her feel more and more nervous about the growing rumbling in her tummy, but unable to say anything.
"I don't know what to do with you," Wendy sighed. "Do we need to spank you again?" Sierra shook her head, whimpering.
"I'm sure when she gets home, her Mommy will know just how to discipline her," Dorothy smirked. "And we'll make sure she knows you need plenty of it."
"You really do," Wendy agreed. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you have been a real handful tonight."
Sierra knew it hadn't really been her doing most of the things that had gotten her in trouble, but even if they would have believed her, she couldn't explain it at the moment. She could only toddle over in front of where they were sitting, so they could keep an eye on her, and clumsily play with the approved toy they'd given her, which was a set of soft, cloth blocks, while waiting for the next set of trick or treaters.
"You stay right here," Dorothy ordered.
Sierra would have, too, but, of course, the doll had other plans. She was definitely bigger now, almost looking the same size as Sierra, barely able to hide among the toys anymore. "What a naughty little baby you are," it teased. "I sure hope you don't get into any more trouble. That would just be awful, wouldn't it? If they were to come in here and see you doing something really naughty?"
Sierra's cheeks burned as she watched the doll version of herself swing one leg over the stuffed tiger, her skirt lifting enough to let Sierra see that she was still in panties, while Sierra was, obviously, not. While Sierra stared, the doll settled down over the tiger's back, before beginning to hump it.
Desperately, Sierra tried to scramble to her feet, only to lose her balance and fall to her hands and knees. There was no way she could let the girls see 'her' doing that! Not wanting to waste any more time trying to stand again, she crawled towards the doll, hoping she was still enough bigger than it to make it stop, and maybe even hold it in place so she could prove it hadn't been her doing all those things.
Unfortunately, the door to the room swung open before she was even halfway there. The doll began letting out exaggerated moans, drawing attention to her, and away from the real Sierra, crawling along the floor. "Sierra, what are you doing?!" Wendy gasped. "You stop that right now! Dorothy, hurry up!" She looked away, towards the hall outside, giving the doll enough time to vanish so that, when Dorothy and Wendy stepped back into the room, there was only Sierra, bashfully sitting on the floor.
"What was she doing this time?" Dorothy sighed. "I see she left her spot, at least."
"Ohh, it was a lot more than that," Wendy blushed, whispering in her friend's ear.
Dorothy shook her head. "Seriously?! What are you thinking, Sierra?"
It should have been simple to prove it wasn't her. If she could have spoke, she would have reminded Wendy that the 'her' on the tiger didn't have mittens, or a pacifier, or even a diaper. But the pacifier was still stuck in place, and she couldn't even try using a crayon to write it out.
"I think we should give her an enema," Dorothy proposed. "That would definitely keep her from doing that again, unless she's an even bigger baby than we thought."
Sierra shook her head, her eyes watering. Not that! She thought back to Wren's threats to get her to come here. Even if Robin had gone through with all of them, she would have been better off just staying there at this rate! Plus, all the water from the enema would really make sure that powder got to work.
"Normally, I'd say that's a little harsh," Wendy said, "but for her, I think it might be our best option."
Sierra whimpered, watching helplessly as Dorothy retrieved a large enema bag and began filling it with water, sniffling as she fought to suck all the caramel off the pacifier so she could defend herself as she imagined all that water flowing into her, filling her tummy up. It was all so unfair!
Dorothy didn't skimp, either, making sure the bag was bulging before shutting off the water and beginning the screw the cap into place and approaching, hose in hand, while Wendy held Sierra in place, making sure she didn't run off. "This is for your own good," Wendy told her, turning her around at the last moment before Dorothy arrived, then kneeling down and beginning to slip her diaper down.
Thankfully, the doorbell saved Sierra, at least for the time being. "You stay in the corner," Dorothy ordered, letting Wendy push Sierra into it. "When we get back, we'll take care of this."
Sierra squirmed in the corner as she listened to them leave, still imagining the punishment to come. She hated enemas so much, and being given one for something that wasn't even her fault, by, and in front of, people she didn't even really know, made them all the worse! She really hadn't wanted to wind up in diapers in front of these girls at all, or wet them, and certainly not mess them, but if she was given an enema, she'd have no choice but to fill them up. Or, if Wren came back before she let it go, which she knew from experience wouldn't take long, she'd wind up doing it in front of her!
She sniffled, wrinkling her nose, practically able to feel herself pooping her diaper already, the warm, sticky mass slowly but surely growing in the seat of her diaper. Of course, she thought with a frown, that wasn't how it worked with enemas. It happened all at once. Yet, as she squirmed, she was certain she could feel it happening more gradually, yet still every bit as uncontrollably.
She gasped, one mitten shooting to the back of her diaper as she realized it wasn't her imagination. She was filling her diaper! The powder must have done its job! She whimpered, struggling to stop the flow, to keep from humiliating herself any further, but it was no good.
"Poor baby," her voice chuckled from behind her. She almost didn't dare to turn around, but when she did, there was the doll. It didn't really look like a doll anymore, though. It was every bit as tall as her now, if not taller, and looking at it was almost like looking in a mirror, although one that showed her the past, back before Wren had made her come here. "You don't belong here, do you?"
Sierra sniffled, shaking her head. "I know where you do belong," the doll told her, reaching out and taking her hand, dragging her away from the corner, which worried Sierra, since she was afraid the girls would not be pleased to see her gone from there, her diaper still expanding under her skirt, and over to the mirror. "Don't worry," the doll smiled. "I'll take care of things here."
With that, it shoved Sierra into the mirror. Her hands raised up automatically to shield herself, but she didn't hit the glass. Instead, she fell through, landing on the soft carpet on the other side. Quickly she scrambled back up, turning to look into the mirror. What she saw there wasn't the daycare, however, but a large room, with a series of walls set up like a maze, with lots of spooky decorations hanging up.
As she watched, the doll marched up to the door and knocked on it. The woman from the front desk and Wren opened it a moment later. "Took you long enough," Wren teased.
"I got a little confused," the doll shrugged. "The maze was really hard."
"Really?" Wren rolled her eyes. "I got through the one in my room in no time."
"Each one is personalized," the woman said. "So, maybe hers was a little harder."
"Yeah, maybe," Wren sounded unconvinced. "It wasn't so bad, though, was it?"
The doll shook its head. "It was kind of fun."
"See?" Wren smiled. "I told you! Now, come on, we're already going to be late to the party because you're so slow."
"Oh, hold on," the doll scurried over to a dusty shelf with a skull on it, retrieving the plastic knife with Sierra's wand in it. "I almost forgot this!"
Sierra watched in horror as the doll walked off, leaving Sierra there, alone. She reached up, banging on the mirror with her mittens, but the glass was solid.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Wendy asked, the reflection of the room fading back into view on the mirror, showing Sierra both girls standing there.
Unfortunately, it also showed that they were much taller than she remembered, and far more intimidating looking. She gulped as she turned around, staring up at them. They looked like Amazons now, from the diaper dimension. Which, she supposed, made sense. She had no idea how it had done it, but the doll must have come from that dimension, and set all of that up so that it could take her place, and send her back here. The daycare over there must have been a reflection of the one here, more like it would have been in the real world.
She didn't know how it had done it, or changed the sign outside the building to call itself a daycare, or if that had been her imagination, somehow. All she knew was that she was here now, surrounded by two teenaged Amazons, a pacifier stuck in her mouth, mittens on her hands, wearing a very full, wet diaper, which had every chance of getting more of both since the powder was probably still working.
"Looks like we don't have to worry about that enema," Dorothy chuckled, patting the back of Sierra's drooping diaper. "Maybe you are a Good Girl after all, taking care of that for us! But you should know better than to try and break mirrors. That could have been dangerous!"
"I think we'd better take her to the nursery after all," Wendy said. "At least there, we can stick her in a crib and know she'll stay out of trouble."
"Yeah," Dorothy nodded. "I think you're right. Besides, I'd say she's more than earned it at this point. Just wait until her Mommy comes to pick her up."
Sierra had no idea who that Mommy could be, or if there even was one coming over in this dimension. No matter who it was, or if she wound up stuck here in the daycare, waiting for one until she was put up for adoption, she had a feeling she'd be staying in diapers again, for quite a while. And all thanks to that stupid doll. Sierra looked down at herself, and her costume, almost wishing she could have dealt with Chucky instead. He had scared her as a kid, but she probably would have had an easier time dealing with him.