A quick little St. Patrick's Day story! The art was done by , who has a Patreon here if you'd like to support her!



"You promised!" Sierra hissed, trying not to draw attention to herself, no matter how much she wanted to throw a fit. She knew it was a bad idea, that, just standing there, the massive cloth diapers bulging beneath the ruffle-bottomed plastic pants her landlady had somehow managed to stuff them into were peeking out from beneath her tiny, frilly dress, and that if she started to stomp her shiny Mary-Janes, that would only make matters worse, but it was hard to resist in the moment. "This isn't fair!"

"Sierra!" the woman scolded, delivering a harsh swat to the girl's seat. Sierra squealed, despite not being able to feel it through the huge bulk of her padding, afraid of what it signified, and if it meant she was getting a session over the woman's lap with her big wooden spoon once they got home. Her diapers grew a bit warmer and heavier as she tinkled ever so slightly, the thickness of the diapers making it so hard to hold it at all, or walk, or do anything. "I didn't promise anything. I said I would think about it, and I just don't think you're ready for these. And this behavior only is confirming that, young lady."

"I'm sorry," Sierra sighed, "But I... No!" She stomped her foot, not caring that she'd surely just showed off her diapers to everyone around her with the movement, since there was little doubt that's what she was wearing anyway. The landlady had started to reach for the pacifier clipped to her dress, and Sierra knew that, once that was in, saying anything more would ensure she'd be getting that spanking, and potentially even more. "I worked really hard for this money, and this is what I want to spend it on!"

It was hard to believe she was fighting so hard for this, but it was all a part of her plan. She had to start with this, because it was what the woman might accept her wearing, as long as she didn't blow it all now. Quickly, she grabbed the package of diapers from the shelf, giving it a hug, keeping the paci away from the landlady's hands and showing them off. "See?" she showed it off. "Aren't they cute? The wetness indicators are little flowers, and..."

Sierra blushed as the landlady pushed up Sierra's skirt, sliding her hand into her plastic pants, giving the fresh damp spot a poke. "Just as I thought," she declared. "Wet already. You wouldn't last an hour in one of those. They're a waste of money."

Sierra knew that wasn't true, and, another time, she might have argued the point, but that wasn't the goal now. "But it's my money!" she whined. "I earned it!" She had, too. The woman thought she had to be diapered at all times, and they lived far enough away from town to make a regular job difficult even if that hadn't been the case, so her only option was doing chores. The woman was old-fashioned, so she somehow considered a quarter plenty of payment for Sierra doing the dishes, or taking out the garbage, or anything else she needed done, which meant it took a very long time for Sierra to save up as much as she had.

She hadn't known exactly what she was going to do with it, although she knew it was a good idea to have it, until she'd gotten the mail the other day. She suspected Haley had been the one to sign her up for Victoria's Secret's mailing list, as a way to taunt her after she'd been kicked out of the store on her last trip to the mall, under suspicion of shoplifting. It was, indeed, pretty humiliating to sit there in her huge, cloth diapers and plastic pants and look at pictures of pretty grown-ups in their sexy underwear she knew she wasn't allowed to wear.

This time, however, it had been an advertisement for their St. Patrick's Day sale. At first, Sierra had nearly thrown it away without looking at it, since getting her landlady to agree to let her go would be a challenge, and then, if she did, their stuff was expensive enough it would probably take most, if not all, of the money she'd saved up to buy anything. And then, if the landlady ever found those panties, she'd immediately take them away, the way she had with Sierra's other big girl undies.

Then, she'd opened up the flyer, and seen the scratch-off spot on it. 'See if you have the luck of the Irish,' it beckoned, listing all the prizes she could win. She didn't expect to win anything, but there was no harm it trying it out, was there? She'd taken one of her chore quarters, scratched it off, and, to her amazement, she saw that she'd won a free pair of panties.

It was exciting, of course, even though she knew that, if she claimed them, she'd still have to be careful not to let the landlady see them. If she did lose them, however, at least they'd have been free, and, until then, if she was alone for any amount of time, she'd have something grown-up to wear. There was no way she was going to parade herself into Victoria's Secret in one of her cloth diapers, however, so, in order to make this work, she'd have to get something thinner.

Goodnites would have been much better, or even Pull-Ups but she'd known there was no way the landlady would say yes to either. Diapers were her best bet, no matter how expensive they were. And the good thing about buying the whole pack was that, after she earned some more money, she could wear them when she went out to get other things, and have a much easier time trying to hide them than she would with her regular diapers. Plus, she could throw them out once she was away, and slip into her free panties, so long as she brought a spare to change into before going home.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Sierra," the woman told her, plucking the package out of her hands.

Sierra had a couple options, neither ideal. She could go into full-blown tantrum mode, which she was already skating on the edge of. Maybe the woman would give in, but it would mean a spanking when they got home for sure. On the other hand, she could give in to the rising sense of panic and unhappiness inside her, and burst into tears.

She went with the latter, sniffling, eyes welling up. "Mommy, please!" she begged, getting down on her knees in the middle of the store. "They're all I want, Mommy!" She knew she must look ridiculous, dressed like she was, begging for the diapers the landlady was still holding up, out of her reach, but it might sway the woman.

"Sierra," she sighed, "I just think it would be better to go with something more useful. Maybe a pretty new shirt, or a cuddly new stuffed animal, or a dolly, or..."

"I want the diapers!" Sierra wailed, wincing inwardly at how loud she could tell she was being, but afraid if she held back, the landlady would know she was faking. "I want them so bad! Please, Mommy, please!"

"All right," she caved at last, helping Sierra to her feet, wiping her face with the hem of her dress, and pushing the pacifier into her mouth, Sierra gladly starting to suckle on it as the woman handed the package of diapers back. "But the first time you leak, I'm taking them all away. I won't have you ruining my furniture, little lady."

"Thank you, Mommy!" Sierra burbled, although the bulb of the pacifier was so big, she wasn't sure the woman could understand. She dropped the diapers to give the woman's legs a big hug, then picked it back up, getting up on her tip-toes to drop it into the cart.

"No, no," the landlady shook her head. "If you're going to buy them, you're carrying them until we're ready to check out."

Sierra sniffled and blushed, but nodded. She almost wished she'd waited to do this, but it was pretty unlikely the woman's shopping list would bring them back near this part of the store. She hugged the package close to her, trying to find a way to carry it that would hide what was inside as she toddled along beside the cart. It almost felt like Mommy was pushing it faster now, forcing her to speed up to keep up, which caused her dress to flap more, showing off her diapers, but Sierra didn't know for sure if that was the woman's plan.

The woman's list was longer than Sierra had realized, too, taking them all around the store as she clung to her diapers and sucked on her paci. Finally, however, they were at the checkout line, Sierra squirming anxiously as she watched the landlady unloading her cart, feeling the line growing longer and longer behind them, with more and more people gathering uncomfortably close to her. And, to make matter worse, she could feel her tummy starting to feel full, too.

The landlady, and her babysitter, Haley, kept her on a very high-fiber diet, which meant that any sensation of fullness was worrying. It was mortifyingly hard to tell when she really had to go anymore. She squeezed her pack of diapers nervously, waiting for all of the landlady's items to get scanned, and for the woman to slowly fill out a check, before setting them on the conveyor belt and blushingly hurrying to the other side of the credit card machine, getting a little distance from the next person in line.

The cashier picked the diapers up, and clearly could barely stop herself from giggling as she looked from them to Sierra. "Well, these are precious," she cooed, using the same sing-songy voice Sierra had no doubt she used with actual children. "They're going to look so cute on you, aren't they?"

Sierra blushed, wanting to deny it, and say they weren't for her, but the paci was still in place, and when she looked to the landlady to see if she could remove it, she saw no hint of mercy in the woman's eyes, so, instead, she nodded bashfully. The cashier chuckled and told her the price, and Sierra lifted up her purse, dumping out her collection of quarters.

The cashier couldn't stop her sigh, staring at the coins. "I'm not sure what I expected," she mumbled, pulling them closer to her, starting to count them, Sierra mumbling muffled apologies behind her pacifier. She could hear the line behind her beginning to grow restless as well, with people further back craning their necks and shifting position to see what the hold-up was.

Sierra blushed, feeling like she, and her padded, ruffled bottom were on display. It was probably because of that that she thought her tummy was starting to feel more uncomfortable, she told herself, squirming as she watched the cashier work. Unfortunately, a few moments later, she realized the truth, as the first cramp hit her. Her eyes widened, her wiggling growing more pronounced and frantic, realizing how close she was to disaster, her hands closing into tight fists around the hem of her dress.

"Hurry!" she gasped out from behind her paci, the cashier looking up at her, then sighing in frustration.

"Great," she rolled her eyes. "You made me lose count."

Sierra groaned, watching the woman go back to the beginning of her task, her hopes of getting out of this in clean pants dwindling by the second. Indeed, it was only a few seconds later when the next cramp hit her, and, to her horror, she felt her tummy give a push, and, the next thing she knew, her diaper was blossoming outwards, growing even bigger and heavier as she filled it with a load of warm, stinky mush. From the mumbling behind her, she had no doubt the rest of the line knew what she'd done, or would soon as the gossip spread backwards.

Finally, the cashier finished up, turning back towards Sierra to hand her back her change. The woman's nose wrinkled, her eyes flicking downwards, towards her diaper, as Sierra blushed mightily. "I'm not sure those are going to be enough for you," she scoffed.

"That's what I told her," the landlady shook her head. "But she just had to try. Kids, huh? You have to let them learn some lessons themselves."

Sierra wanted to tell the cashier she wasn't a kid, but she was already being pulled away, shopping bag in hand, for the long, bumpy car ride home.

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That was, of course, only part of the plan. She had to wait for the landlady to be in a good mood, to agree to let her go to the mall, and she needed a disguise for when she got there, so she didn't immediately get kicked out. And she had to do it all before the sale ended!

She had plenty of clothes she'd brought with her when she'd moved in. She couldn't wear most of them on a day to day basis, since they wouldn't fit over her cloth diapers, but there were some that would fit wonderfully over her new disposables, all of which looked more mature than what she'd worn on her last trip to the mall. She hoped that would be enough to throw the workers off her scent, since she didn't know what else she could do.

At least, not until St. Patrick's Day itself. It started like any other day, with her being woken up, given a diaper change and a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast, but, after that, things took a turn. While the landlady was in the shower, Sierra just happened to peek into her room, and spot something poking out from one of her drawers. Carefully, she crept across the room, her heart racing, thinking it couldn't possibly be what she thought.

It was. It was her wand! She'd been searching for that thing for weeks, to no avail, and today, she just happened to catch a glimpse of it from a distance. Maybe, just like that ad, and the shirt Mommy had put her in today, had said, she really did have the luck of the Irish, at least on one day of the year!

As much as she would have liked to cast a few spells on the landlady for revenge, she decided it would be better to take it slow. She hadn't used her magic in a while, after all, so she was pretty out of practice. This was very good, though. She could use this to enact her plan, then keep her wand hidden and slowly practice with it until she felt more confident, and was ready to escape.

She took it as a sign, too, that today was the day. "Mommy," she announced to the landlady once she got out of the shower, "I want to wear my disposables today."

She expected some resistance, but the woman just shrugged. "All right," she said. "But remember, if you leak, you're losing them."

"I know," she nodded, waiting until she was changed into one before continuing, "A-And I think I want to go to the mall."

"Sierra," the woman sighed, "You know I don't have time for that today."

"You don't hafta take me!" Sierra told her. "I have enough of my chore money left over to pay for a ride."

"I don't know," the landlady squinted down at her. "Remember what happened last time?"

"Y-Yeah," Sierra blushed. How could she have forgotten?! "But it won't happen this time, I swear! Please? I know you're really busy today, and this will keep me from being a distraction!"

"I'll see if Haley's free so she can take you," the landlady decided.

Sierra swallowed her desperate, "No!", the idea of having to go with the cheerleader almost ruining her mood over her run of good luck. "O-Okay, Mommy," she agreed, knowing better than to argue. While the woman went to do that, she pondered if there was a spell she could pull off that would keep Haley occupied for the afternoon.

It turned out she didn't need it. "Haley has a game tonight," the landlady told her. "I'll give you one more chance, but you are to keep your phone on you at all times, and if I call, I expect you to answer immediately, understand?"

Sierra's eyes lit up. The streak was continuing! "Yes, Mommy!" she squealed excitedly.

"And if I ask you to show me how your diaper is doing, I expect a picture right away, or I'll assume you need a change," the woman continued.

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Sierra nodded. She wasn't quite as pleased with that. She'd hoped to use her wand to disguise her diaper while she was at the mall, maybe shrink it down so she could put it in her purse after she got her panties, but if she had to do this, that wasn't a good idea. It would be hard enough finding a private spot to get a picture, even without fumbling with her wand to try to find the right spell to get her diaper back on.

"And, to make that easier for you, I think you should wear this." She went to Sierra's closet, picking out a skirt. It was green, so it went with the white shirt with green text trumpeting Sierra's 'Luck of the Irish', with a little shamrock on the sleeve, that the woman had put her in that morning. The skirt she'd chosen to go with it was actually cute, and one Sierra liked a lot. It wasn't babyish at all, was long enough to hide her diaper, and it had two zipper pulls on it, letting her zip it up from the bottom to show off however much leg she was comfortable with at the moment. The tabs on the pulls had nice, big, metallic loops attached to them as well, which made them easy to pull up or down, with a tiny opening on the bottom of each.

"All right," Sierra nodded with a smile. "I can do that!"

"And you're going to be taking this purse," the landlady handed Sierra one of her smaller purses, with a long chain on it. "So I know there's no way you can fit a spare diaper in there. You know I don't trust you to change yourself, especially when you're out and about on your own."

"Yes, ma'am," Sierra replied, deciding against arguing that she was capable of putting herself in a fresh diaper if she needed. Things were going to well to risk spoiling them over that. Plus, the purse was big enough to fit her wand, the flyer, and her phone, which was plenty. She waited nervously, half expecting the landlady to change her mind before the bus got there, but she didn't. The woman did walk her out to the bus stop herself, giving her bottom a pat to check that she hadn't changed out of her diaper while she was waiting before sending her up the steps and inside, but that was it.

Sierra handed over most of her remaining quarters to the bus driver, leaving enough to pay for the ride home, and a few extra, just in case, and shuffled to the back of the bus, bouncing excitedly in her seat as she watched the scenery go by, knowing the mall was coming closer and closer.

She wasn't sure how far she should push this, how long she should trust her luck to last. As rusty as she felt with her magic, maybe she should strike while the iron was hot and leave for good. She'd be leaving behind a lot of clothes, and her other possessions, though. It was probably best to give it some time, and wait until she was prepared. Or, at the very least, she should wait until she had her panties, and see how she felt.

Her first stop when she got to the mall was the restroom. After everything that had happened in there with Haley last time, she couldn't help feeling nervous, but the cheerleader didn't appear out of nowhere to torment her. In fact, she was all alone, letting her use the mirror to get a good look at what the disguise spell she cast on herself looked like. She didn't go with anything too elaborate, just wanting to keep the workers from recognizing her from the picture that had been taken last time, and not trusting her skills at the moment.

What she ended up with looked pretty good, she thought, and, proudly, she slipped her wand into her purse, and looked over towards the stalls, wondering if she should try to take her diaper off anyway, and just hope the landlady didn't text. Before she could decide, however, there was a bang behind her as the bathroom door swung open, and she jumped, squeaking, a dribble of wetness escaping out into her padding as she turned, face red.

It wasn't Haley, thankfully, and the woman didn't pay her any mind, but Sierra was feeling flustered, and embarrassed, enough to want to leave before she got out of the stall she'd hurried into. The disposable really did feel thin after all her time in cloth diapers, and part of her worried the landlady might be right, and she could end up leaking. For the moment, however, it had been a pretty small accident, but big enough that she really didn't want to try shrinking the diaper and tucking it away into her purse.

There were plenty of other things to do and look at in the mall, but she was on a mission. She marched herself right to Victoria's Secret, heart pounding as she stepped inside, half-expecting security to descend on her instantly. It really didn't help when she saw the worker there was the same one as last time. She gulped, fidgeting in place as she looked at the displays of panties, hoping her spell had worked as well as she thought.

She could feel the girl's eyes on her, which only made her more anxious. She toyed with the chain on her purse, trying not to think about it, to concentrate on what her first pair of real, big girl panties in far too long was going to be. They had to be perfect. She had no doubt she'd have plenty more before too long, but, for now, they were all she was going to have.

And then she found them. Maybe they were a little childish, but she didn't care. They were far better than what she'd been wearing, after all! She'd planned on getting something plain, thinking that was more mature, but these were white and pink striped, and printed with butterflies over them, the waist and leg-bands covered in lace. Maybe they weren't what a serious, professional adult would wear, but they also weren't the kind of things she'd worn as a kid. They were a good in-between, she thought.

She kept looking a little longer, even after she'd found them, half-hoping the worker's shift would end and someone else would come in. When there was no sign of that happening, however, she gathered up her courage and marched up to the register, setting the underwear down. "Hi!" she exclaimed, perhaps a bit louder than necessary. "I want to get these!"

"All right," the girl smirked, picking them up and scanning them, then looking at Sierra. "Do I know you?"

"N-No, I don't think so," Sierra blushed, despite her disguise. "I-I mean, I do shop in here a lot, so I probably look familiar."

"I don't think that's it," the girl mused, then shrugged. "You know these are buy three, get three free, right?"

"Uh-huh," Sierra nodded. She'd seen the signs, though she honestly hadn't fully processed what they'd said, since she was so worried about being recognized, and so excited to actually be doing this. "But I have a coupon to get these ones for free!"

"Did you actually win something off the flyer?" the girl seemed surprised, and impressed.

"Yeah!" Sierra beamed. "It's right here!" She reached down, grabbed her purse, lifting it up so she could open it and look inside.

She wasn't sure what had happened at first, she just heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled. At first, she assumed it had to be coming from somewhere else, that there was no way, despite how loud it sounded, it could have come from her. There was no way the chain on her purse could have wound up getting looped inside the gap in the center of her bottom zipper pull, and that she'd lifted the purse up just right, in a way that caused her to zip her skirt up and show off what was underneath. That would take some incredibly bad luck, and she had the luck of the Irish today!

"Looks like you're missing a few flowers there," the cashier giggled, making Sierra's face turn bright red, freezing in her frantic search for the flyer. "I don't think this is the right place for you to be shopping. There's a baby store on the other side of the mall that might be better."

Sierra wanted to fall right through the floor. Not only had the girl seen, she knew exactly what they were! "I-I don't..." she stammered. "I-I'm not..." She would have liked to tell the girl she didn't need, or use, the diapers, but unfortunately, she'd already wet them a little in the bathroom, so she knew it wasn't going to be convincing.

"Wait a second," the cashier frowned, leaning in closer. "I do know you! You're that shoplifter, aren't you? Sierra, wasn't it?"

"N-No!" Sierra squealed. Had the disguise spell worn off?! They were finicky to begin with, and her lack of practice lately probably hadn't helped. "N-No, you can look in my purse, I'm not trying to steal anything!"

The girl didn't look in her purse, however. Instead, she pulled out her own phone, tapping through something. "There we go!" she declared, turning it around, showing Sierra a photo of herself standing next to Haley, wearing a messy diaper. "I would have known that poofy bottom of yours anywhere! You know you're not supposed to be here."

"Yes, I am!" Sierra pouted. "Look, I won free panties! I just want to get those, and... Hey!"

She yelped as the cashier stepped around from behind the register, grabbing her and pushing her over the counter. "I promised last time you'd regret it if you came back in here," she told Sierra, grabbing the back of her skirt and pulling it up, exposing the back of her damp diaper. "Your babysitter isn't here to punish you, so I guess I'd better take care of it. Little girls like you need to be disciplined, or you'll never learn how to behave."

"No, please!" Sierra pleaded, squirming, trying to break free of the bigger girl's grasp. "I didn't... Ow!" She yelped as the girl's hand crashed down hard on the seat of her diaper with a loud crinkle. Sierra would have barely felt it through her cloth diaper, but on the disposable, it really stung. "Stooop!" she wriggled, stomping her feet helplessly.

But the cashier didn't stop. Sierra sniffled and cried as the spanking continued, feeling her backside growing pink and warm at the assault. By the time it was over, she was a blubbering mess, unable to do much of anything to stop the girl from leading her over to the corner for a time-out.

"You're going to stand here, with your nose on the wall, until I decide you've learned your lesson," the girl declared. "When you have, you have have your skirt and purse back, and then you can leave, and maybe this time, you won't be back."

"M-My skirt?" Sierra frowned, gasping as the girl grabbed both the zippers on her skirt, yanking them down and whipping the garment off of her, leaving Sierra standing there in a shirt and diaper. "H-Hey! You can't do that!"

"I already did," the girl pointed out. "I want everyone to see you standing there in your wet diaper, with your pink bottom, and know you're nothing but a naughty little baby. Maybe that will help you remember you don't belong here."

Sierra grumbled, stomping her foot as the cashier started to walk away. She didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. She could run out the store's front door, sure, but then she'd have to run around the mall in a shirt and diaper again, which had been more than bad enough the first time when she'd had to do it with Haley. And it would mean leaving behind her wand, which she'd just gotten back.

"Actually," the cashier chuckled, stepping back next to Sierra. At first, Sierra thought she'd changed her mind and was going to take pity on her. Then, she grabbed Sierra's sleeve and rolled it up, hiding the shamrock printed there before giving Sierra's thigh a pinch. "You're supposed to wear green today," she teased.

"I am!" Sierra whined. "Y-You just took the skirt away, but there's green on my shirt, and..." She started to turn around to prove it.

"You get your nose right back in the corner, unless your sore little backside wants round two!" the cashier pointed. Sierra squeaked, spinning back around. "And don't you dare touch that sleeve, either. I'll be watching."

Sierra listened to her walk away, whimpering. Corner time was bad enough, but doing it here, with her diaper exposed and wet, while she was surrounded by big girl panties she'd been denied yet again, was somehow even worse. She couldn't even turn around to see when people were in the store, or if they were looking at her. She just assumed anytime she heard giggling, or the snap of a camera shutter on someone's phone, that it was directed at her.

She did get some indications when some people saw her, though. She could hear conversations and recognize the cashier's, even if she couldn't quite make out all the words, and, after more than one, she was surprised with a pinch.

"Ow!" she squealed after the first, starting to turn around, before remembering the rules and staying put. What was she going to do anyway? At most, she was going to show whoever it was her face, when all she really wanted to do was stay hidden.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, her tummy began to hurt. It shouldn't have been a surprise, since it happened so often, but it was just plain bad luck for it to be happening right now. She whimpered, squirming in place, hoping the luck of the Irish would return to her, and the cashier would let her go now, when she might still have time to run to the bathroom.

All she got instead was another pinch as another customer passed by on their way out, giggling. She groaned, pushing her legs together, bouncing in place, glad that she could at least do all that, when, with her cloth diapers, it would have been much harder. Even so, however, she still called out weakly and desperately, "I-I need my time-out to be over now!"

"You don't get to decide that, Sierra," the girl called back.

"N-No, I-I really need it to be done!" Sierra whimpered.

"What you need to do, little girl," the cashier said, her voice getting louder as she approached, "is accept that you aren't in control here. You gave that up when you came back into my store. Now, you need to keep your little mouth shut, or..."

"No!" Sierra gasped, another cramp hitting her and, to her horror, overwhelming her. She liked to tell herself the reason she was messing herself so easily recently was the big diapers she was being kept in, but even in this thinner one, she'd barely lasted any longer. She grunted helplessly, feeling a lump starting to form in the seat of her diaper, slowly but surely spreading.

"Oh, my God," the cashier giggled. "Are you seriously...?!" Sierra blushed as she felt the girl's hand pressing against her expanding diaper. "You are! You're pooping your Pampers in front of me again! This is the second time, Sierra! Honestly, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Sierra was taken by surprise as the girl spun her around, and she was faced with the girl's phone, which had apparently been recording the whole thing. Sierra would have had a hard time coming up with a response, even if she wasn't still in the midst of messing herself. "I... mmph... I dunno..." she mumbled.

"You clearly don't even know how to keep your pants clean," the cashier shook her head. "And it's obvious you barely even need a training bra, so why would you even come in here unless you're trying to steal?"

"I-I'm not a shoplifter!" Sierra insisted.

"What you are," the girl sniffed the air, "is stinky. I don't need you chasing away my customers, so I guess I'll let you go now. Come on." She slipped her phone into her pocket, taking Sierra's hand and leading her to her register, tossing her her skirt. "Seriously, I don't want you coming back in here again, do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Sierra nodded. After this, she was going to do whatever it took to make sure this girl never saw her again.

"Good. Now, take this, and..." the cashier started to hand over the purse, only for a lullaby to start playing from it. Sierra recognized it instantly, knew it was her landlady's ringtone, and that she needed to answer it right away, so she grabbed for it. The cashier grabbed the phone herself, answered it. "Hello? Oh, Sierra's right here, I just saw that this was her 'Mommy' and thought I'd better talk to you myself. I work at Victoria's Secret, and... Yes, I wondered the same thing myself. I have reason to believe your little girl here is a shoplifter."

"No, I'm not!" Sierra exclaimed, hoping the landlady could hear her, knowing she was going to be in so much trouble if she believed that.

"Oh, yes," the cashier continued. "I have a little video I think you'll find very interesting. Yes, I suppose I can do that. Sure, no problem." She hung up, smirking down at the panicking Sierra. "Why don't you take a seat?" she suggested. "Your Mommy is on her way to pick you up."

"Oh, no!" Sierra gasped, stomach twisting as she squirming in her dirty diaper. She was going to be in so much trouble when the woman found her this way! "Why didn't you just let me answer my own phone?!"

"Sit down," the girl ordered again, pointing at the floor. Reluctantly, Sierra did as she was told, nose crinkling as her bottom sank into the mushy mess in her pants. She wasn't sure this was any better than being on display, not when her backside was sore and squishy like it was, as she sat there, watching the cashier work and waiting for the landlady to show up. One thing was for certain. She'd used up her luck of the Irish way too fast, and now, things had swung back in the opposite direction, seemingly even further than before.

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Sierra gulped, wincing as she slowly pushed open the door the the landlady's room. Thankfully, it didn't squeak, the way it sometimes did, allowing her to creep in a little further. The shower was running, so she wasn't sure it would have been loud enough for the woman to hear anyway, but she didn't want to risk it.

She was supposed to be coloring the woman a picture, but she'd scribbled some colors across the page in a hurry, creating something that genuinely wouldn't have looked out of place in any two year old's portfolio, then, when she heard the water start, slowly made her way here.

Unsurprisingly, when the landlady had arrived, the cashier had handed Sierra's skirt and purse directly over to her, and Sierra hadn't gotten either back. Sierra had gotten a change before they went home, at least, but it was into one of her cloth diapers, which meant the skirt wouldn't fit over them, so she had to waddle out to the woman's car in them.

There was no way she was going to get to go back to the mall again anytime before her coupon expired, and, even if she had, she wouldn't have been silly enough to try Victoria's Secret a third time. She lost her phone privileges as well, not that she needed it when 'Mommy' was keeping her constantly under her, or her babysitter's, supervision at all times. The only thing she really needed from her purse was the wand.

She couldn't believe she'd found it again, only to immediately lose it, after casting a single spell that had worn off far too early. She could only hope the landlady had hidden it in the same place again, and she could get it back. If she did, she wasn't messing around. Rusty or not, she was getting out of this place immediately.

The drawer was open again, slightly, like it had been on St. Patrick's Day. Sierra took that as a good sign, an indication that maybe her luck was finally turning around once more. She didn't immediately spot the wand like she had last time, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. She tip-toed up to the dresser and started to dig.

It wasn't there. She frowned, pushing things aside, not paying attention as some spilled out onto the floor, looking at the stuff folded up behind the front stack, then did the same, moving over to the other side. It had to be here! If it wasn't here, she had no idea where to start looking, and she was going to be stuck here for who knew how long! Frantically, she dug, moving down to the next drawer, and the next.

And then the shower turned off. She gasped, looking around at the mess she'd made. She looked back towards the door, wondering if it would be better to make a break for it and get back to her room, or if she should quickly stuff things back into the drawers first. Before she could decide, the landlady was stepping out of her shower, towel wrapped around herself.

"Hello, Sierra," she raised an eyebrow, examining the girl, and the clothes strewn around her. "I guess we're starting the day with a spanking, huh?"

Sierra sighed and nodded. "I guess so, ma'am," she pouted. Honestly, she wasn't sure why she'd expected anything different. This was just her luck, after all, the luck of the Irish having long since worn off.