"You?" Olivia chuckled as she stared down at Sierra. Sierra blushed. She felt very small next to the other girl. Olivia was only five foot seven or so, but next to Sierra, who was only four foot ten (and a half, she would often be sure to add, or she might bump it up to eleven when she was talking to other people, though she knew that even pretending to crack five feet was too far fetched for anyone to believe) she was positively gigantic. More than that, she was the best wizard duelist in the school, and that was why Sierra had begged her to come to her bedroom at the dorm.

"Yes," Sierra insisted, trying not to pout. "I think I..."

"I've heard about you," Olivia sneered. "You can barely hold your wand straight. Why do you think you could ever win a duel?"

"Because you're going to teach me," Sierra said.

"And why do you want to learn so badly?" Olivia asked. Sierra started to answer, but it turned out to be a rhetorical question. Before she realized what was happening, Olivia had lifted her wand and set the point to Sierra's temple, and suddenly Sierra could feel her memories being flipped through. She could see them, too, as Olivia surveyed them, blushing as she re-lived her many accidents at school that had ended with her shrunk, diapered, regressed, or all three, and her quick, humiliating defeat at the hands of Mistress Robin.

"Oh, my," Olivia giggled. "You have quite the Napoleon complex, don't you? Why would you even challenge somebody that big and strong? It's like you wanted her to diaper you and lock you in a crib. Is that what you want now, too? Because you don't have to try to duel me to get that. It sure seems like you need it."

"No!" Sierra blushed, pushing the girl's wand away from her. "I don't want any of that! But it's so embarrassing, by now everybody thinks I belong in diapers! It's not my fault all of that stuff happens to me! So I'm trying to prove that I really am a good wizard and I don't need diapers!"

"That would be quite an accomplishment," Olivia said. "Well, I know you won't stand a chance against me, but I will try to help you. What exactly is the objective?"

"The first wizard to diaper the other wins," Sierra stated. "But they have to actually tape the diaper shut themselves... They can get magical help with everything else, but they need to get close enough to pour in at least one shake of baby powder and seal the tapes by hand. And you actually have to seal them, you can't just zap them into a diaper and then touch the tapes. And they have to be conscious, too, or you could just knock them on the head or something."

"Well, that's easy," Olivia said. "Aren't you already in one?" With a flick of her wand, she had magically pulled Sierra's skirt off, flinging it across the room.

Sierra blushed and tried to cover her crotch, protesting loudly, "I don't wear diapers!" only for Olivia to flick her wand another way, sending a pair of Sierra's hair ribbons around her wrists to pull them up over her head and leave herself exposed. Sierra wasn't in a diaper, but her panties were just barely more mature than that, as they were rather full-cut red panties featuring Elmo.

"I guess not," Olivia laughed. "But it looks like you're preparing for them."

Sierra blushed, trying to pull her hands free of the restraints so she could grab her wand. "It's not my fault!" she protested. "Th-They just fit better than..."

"And they're cute, too, aren't they?" Olivia teased. "Don't forget, I was in your mind, I know. It's okay. It's good for you to get used to seeing him there. Because you know what else he's on?"

Sierra blushed again and said nothing for a minute, until she realized the question wasn't rhetorical this time, and she mumbled, "Pampers..."

"That's right!" Olivia exclaimed. "Nice, big, thick Pampers, which is what you'll be wearing in... Oh, I'd say two minutes. Now, let's see here..." She turned from the still bound Sierra to look at the girl's bed, and the collection of stuffed animals at the foot of it. Sierra had no doubt that the one she picked - her pink stuffed bunny, Miss Hoppikins - was her favorite, the one she'd had for the longest. That was almost definitely something else she'd found in Sierra's mind. Olivia cast a spell Sierra had never heard before, and the bunny began to twitch and move, hovering in the air for a moment before it started to grow. It was still obviously a stuffed animal, yet it almost seemed alive, eyelids appearing to blink over its black plastic eyes, paws clenching and unclenching.

"Do you remember when you were a little girl - or maybe not so little - and you used to pretend to be a babysitter and diaper little Miss Hoppikins here? Well, now she wants her revenge." Once the bunny had stopped growing, not quite as tall as Olivia but still bigger than the petite Sierra, Olivia handed it her wand. "I'm controlling her, but because I'm acting through a medium, I'll be a little slower, and my magic won't be quite as powerful. So maybe you'll have a fighting chance. But I doubt it. Now, to start, I think we should take this elsewhere, so we don't have to worry about messing up your room."

Miss Hoppikins waved Olivia's wand, and a moment later, Sierra found herself in a completely different place. It was a large nursery, one that seemed just slightly oversized, though everything was still just a little too small for her. The ribbons around her wrists had been left behind in her room, and she quickly lowered her arms, reaching into the pocket of her sweater vest to pull out her wand.

Miss Hoppikins's mouth opened, something it had never been able to do before, since it was just a line of thread. "This seems appropriate, don't you think?" asked Olivia's voice. "There's all kinds of fun things you can use here. And, of course, plenty of diapers. Now, let's get this over with, shall we?"

With no more warning than that, the bunny leapt into action, firing a numbing spell straight at Sierra's wand hand. Sierra cursed, raising her wand just in time to mutter a counter-spell, but even while she managed to deflect most of it, she was too slow to completely negate it, enough getting through to make her drop her wand as a cold sensation began to creep along her hand. "That's no fair!" she declared with a pout, bending down to look for her wand, turning her back on her opponent for just a second.

That was a bad move, as she had barely bent over when she felt a smack on her pantied backside, hard and fast enough to send her tumbling to the floor, rolling over onto her back, yet soft enough, because of the material Miss Hoppikins was made of, that it didn't hurt too bad. She gasped anyway, trying not to think about how Olivia had said she was even slower when she was controlling the doll than usual. She tried to sit up, only for a very large stuffed elephant to plant itself on her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs again.

"The person who gets the first strike is the winner most of the time," Olivia lectured. "And it looks like this time won't be any different. You didn't even make it two minutes... If this was all the fight you had in you, you should have just let me diaper you back in your room."

Sierra wriggled under the elephant, trying to free herself, but the thing was just too big. She turned her head slightly, renewing her efforts as she saw Miss Hoppikins, diaper and powder in hand, hopping towards her from the changing table. She groaned, determined not to lose so quickly, not to her own stuffed animal, and looked around, trying to find her wand. It was there, by her left hand. She wasn't used to using it with that hand, but with her right half useless, what choice did she have? She stretched her arm out, bending as far as she could go, but the wand had bounced just a little too far away, it seemed. She really was trapped!

"I know you love Elmo, sweetie, but don't worry, he's here on your Pampers, too. You just aren't ready for these big girl panties... The Elmo on these would be very sad if you went pee-pee on him, but the ones on your diapies won't mind at all!" Sierra blushed as the bunny held the baby diaper - it was slightly bigger and much thicker than the ones Sierra used on kids when she was babysitting, but other than that, they were clearly the same - up for Sierra to see it before hopping behind the elephant to begin her work.

Sierra strained as she reached out for her wand, her bright green, Converse-clad feet kicking uselessly, trying to find purchase on the floor to push herself, elephant and all, just a bit closer to her wand. She only had a few moments before she felt Miss Hoppikins's big, fuzzy hand push her legs to the floor to hold them immobile... But, as her fingers brushed the polished wood of her wand, she realized that was enough.

She whipped the wand forward with a desperately shouted spell, sending the stuffed elephant flying off of her and into the bunny. As soon as she was free, she scrambled to her feet, surveying the damage. Miss Hoppikins was still trying to push the elephant aside, but it would only take her a second, Sierra was sure. Knowing she had no chance against a foe so quick, Sierra quickly levitated the diaper from where it had fallen and floated it over to the rabbit, quickly taping it magically into place.

"That doesn't count," Olivia reminded her. "You said so yourself!"

"I know," Sierra said, casting another spell to inflate the padding between the bunny's legs, forcing them apart just slightly. She still felt clumsy and awkward, using her off hand, but it would take her a few seconds to use the reversal charm (or just to remember it, honestly), so to buy herself a little more time, she used her magic to fling open the large double windows on the wall of the nursery. A cold wind blew in, bringing with it a line of snow that danced in a circle in front of Miss Hoppikins, twirling up higher and higher until it had formed a snowman.

Sierra wasn't anywhere near as good at using her magic to puppeteer things, but it was simple enough to make her snowman block the bunny's progress for a minute as she fumbled her way through the charm, then switched her wand to her right hand. Already, the snowman was half-melted from Miss Hoppikins's magic, its head threatening to roll off its slumping shoulders. Sierra had a devious thought, and with another spell, she sent the snowman diving straight toward the bunny. The bunny backed away, but the diaper between its legs was enough to keep it from escaping.

The snowman dived right into the front of the diaper, its entire body sliding inside. Sierra shivered sympathetically as she imagined how cold that must feel (or would have if her opponent was a person and not a stuffed animal), watching the diaper begin to sag under the weight of it. Against Miss Hoppikins's body, and with a little more help from Sierra, the snowman was quick to melt, and the resulting liquid was enough to completely soak through the thick diaper. Sierra then refroze it, encasing the bunny's whole crotch in a thick, unyielding diaper of ice.

"That was almost clever," Olivia told her. "Except, how are you going to get the diaper back off to get a new one on?"

Sierra was confused for a moment, until she realized the front of the diaper was frozen solid as well... Including the tapes. They were sealed shut under what looked like nearly an inch of ice. She hadn't even realized how much trouble it would have been to have to remove the old diaper to get a new one on, which would surely take longer than removing panties, or nothing in Miss Hoppikins's case, but now she'd made it that much harder on herself.

Olivia seemed to notice that Sierra had undone her numbing spell, because right then she recast it. Sierra used the shield spell again, trying to knock the spell out of the way, but she realized too late that it hadn't been aimed at her hand this time. She stumbled backward as it hit her crotch instead. She gasped in horror as she felt the same cool sensation from her hand start to spread, followed by a warmth as her bladder began to dribble into her panties. Her eyes went wide and she tried to stop it, but the muscles just didn't seem to work.

"Uh-oh!" Miss Hoppikins chanted. "You're drowning poor Elmo! I knew he wouldn't last long if he was on your undies!"

"Sh-Shut up!" Sierra pouted, but she wasn't able to say anything more as a pacifier flew from one of the nursery shelves straight into her mouth.

"You're very noisy when you cast," Olivia observed. "Do you not know how to use nonverbal spells?"

Sierra glared at the bunny, sure Olivia could see her as she reached up and started to pull the pacifier out. It wouldn't come, and, instead, the action only made the rubber nipple inside her mouth start to grow, and then pulsate as it began to fill her mouth with apple juice. She had no choice but to swallow it, which became an even worse problem as she tried to remove the pacifier again, and it switched to the much grosser tasting prune juice.

"You just don't learn, do you?" Olivia's voice asked. "I wouldn't try it again if I were you... From there, it switches to castor oil. Now, be a good girl, accept you've lost, and let Miss Hoppikins get you into a nice, big diaper of your own. Without your little counter-charm, that numbing spell will last more than long enough for you to have another accident. You might as well be protected. Besides, what can you do about it now?"

If nothing else, the frozen diaper did slow the bunny down quite a bit, long enough that, as the stuffed animal lumbered towards her, Sierra had just enough time to compose herself and show Olivia just what she could do, as she animated a jump rope and sent it coiling through the air, wrapping itself around Olivia's wand and tossing it across the room. She was aiming for the window, but didn't quite make it. Really, she was just happy it had worked at all - she had been working on nonverbal spells, but it was still difficult. She'd found herself mouth the words anyway, which had only sent more of the disgusting prune juice flooding into her mouth, and thus, down her throat.

"Not bad," Olivia said as her avatar lumbered over towards its wand. The jump rope had flown off into another corner of the room after her spell, but she managed to re-animate it, sending it hurtling back towards the bunny, making it wrap itself around the rabbit's ankles, causing it to crash to the floor. Hurriedly, Sierra ran to the changing table and grabbed the supplies, rushing to the rabbit, already trying to figure out the best way to get the frozen diaper off so she could finish her work. It wasn't until she was right at the bunny's feet that she noticed the wand slowly inching its way towards the rabbit's outstretched paw in fits and starts, until finally leaping right in place, just in time for Miss Hoppikins to raise her arm and point it right at Sierra's forehead.

The world seemed to quiver for a moment, and the next thing Sierra knew, she was wearing a soggy Goodnite, rather than her damp panties. She furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to voice it but just churning out more juice instead. Her opponent seemed to know what was bothering her, though, as she felt her memories being sifted through, like they had been before the duel had begun. In fact, she remembered herself standing there, in front of her bed, arms held high by her hair ribbons, as Olivia magicked her skirt away, revealing the Goodnites below.

"Aww, how adorable," Olivia had teased her. "No, of course those aren't diapers! I mean, they certainly aren't big girl panties... They're so big and thick and fluffy and designed to be peed in... But they aren't diapers! No, they're just bedwetter pants! But you weren't getting ready for bed, were you? I mean, I can't imagine you making me come here just to watch you get into bed, and even for a big baby like you, it's awfully early. So, if you wear them during the day, does that mean you have accidents then, too?"

"No!" Sierra had shaken her head. "Th-They aren't mine! I don't know where they came from!"

"Really?" Olivia had smirked. One more flick of her wand, and the top drawer of Sierra's dresser popped open, revealing row after row of folded Goodnites next to her socks, not a single pair of regular underwear, Sesame Street adorned or not, in sight.

"No, but... But they're not mine!" Sierra repeated.

"You don't know where they came from?" Olivia stopped her from having to say the whole thing again. "Well, let me help you."

Sierra was feeling dizzy now, as she experienced a memory of herself experiencing a memory. It was all starting to get a bit fuzzy, and it was so hard to remember what was real, and what wasn't. She was in a store now, still dressed in her school uniform, staring at a row of diapers, training pants, and bedwetter pants. Even through the haze of memory, Sierra could feel her cheeks turning red as she grabbed a package of the latter and hurried out of the aisle, only to realize that the store was packed with people milling around, pushing past her, bumping into what seemed like an absolutely gigantic package of Goodnites.

She was sure they were all looking at her. She tried to tell herself that they couldn't know these were for her, that they were bound to think they were for a little sister, or a babysitting charge or something. She couldn't help thinking about the size indicator on the front, though, the one that had all but screamed out that she was the perfect size for them herself. She looked down at them to find that spot, to try to cover it with her hand, only to see something far worse on the package. She hadn't noticed it before - surely it hadn't been like that on the shelf! - but now the girl on the package, the one lying in bed, smiling, happy to have her sheets nice and protected from accidents with her Goodnites,  was her.

"Hey there, cutie," came a voice that was familiar somehow, yet she couldn't place it. She looked up to see a girl, right about her age, and not quite tall, but still taller than she was by about eight inches. "Do you need help changing?"

"N-No!" Sierra protested, shaking her head quickly. "I don't wear these! They're for my baby sister!"

"Really?" the girl asked. "You sure look a lot like the girl in the commercials. She was cute, too. Have you seen them? She talks about how great they are, and how they hold all her little nighttime accidents, and her daytime ones, too!"

Sierra blushed, her head feeling even heavier as more memories flooded into it. She did recall being in a TV studio, all dressed up in pajamas, ones that looked just like the ones on the package, and a Goodnite, talking on and on about how great they were. There was one shot that took forever, of her lying in bed, and they wouldn't let her move, so she just had to stay there, pretending to be asleep, trying so hard not to squirm, because she knew if she did they'd have to start all over again. But it was so hard, because she had to pee so bad, and eventually she just couldn't take it anymore and wet herself, right there on camera.

The memory felt so fresh, so real, that she almost didn't realize that she was wetting herself again, there in the store. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she hugged the Goodnites package to her in humiliation even as she declared, "That was just acting! I don't need these!"

"Is that so?" the girl sniffed. "Because it doesn't smell that way. I think you had an accident!"

"No!" Sierra whimpered, feeling the warm, wet padding between her legs. "No, it isn't real! I don't need Goodnites!"

"No, you don't," the girl agreed. "They aren't anywhere near thick enough for you. It's a good thing you've got Pampers, then, isn't it?"

Sierra gasped as the package in her arms changed, switching to diapers before her very eyes, though she remained the model on the front. The padding between her legs changed, too, growing much thicker and bigger, nearly poking out from beneath her uniform's skirt as she stood there, stunned. Even her memories of the commercial changed, jumbling up and reforming with her in a nursery of some kind, lying in a crib instead of a bed. But it wasn't real, she knew it wasn't real! She closed her eyes, trying to get back to what was real, trying to figure out what that even was anymore.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in her nursery. She blinked, confused, as she stared up at a giant pink bunny, squirming slightly, just enough to realize she was sitting in a giant high chair. "Hey, there, sweetie," the bunny said, in the same voice as the girl from her dream. "You dozed off there!"

"I... I..." Sierra stammered, still feeling very confused, even as she stared up at her nanny.

"Did you have an accident?" Miss Hoppikins asked, reaching under the tray and poking at Sierra's diaper. "Oh, my, you're soaked! Well, I'll go ahead and get a fresh diaper ready for you!"

"Okay," Sierra nodded dreamily, staring down at the large bowl of oatmeal on her tray. Something was missing, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it... Though, finger... hand... It was something she could hold. She knew that much. "Hey, where's...?" she started to ask.

"It's right there, silly!" the bunny told her, pointing at the large plastic spoon sitting by her bowl. "You can just use your hands, though! You're already a mess, aren't you?"

Sierra stared down at the bowl and the spoon, then back up at Miss Hoppikins. It seemed perfectly natural that a giant stuffed rabbit would be her nanny, and yet, there was still something odd there. Why was she moving so slowly? Sierra squirmed in her high chair, her wet diaper crinkling loudly beneath her as she looked closer at the departing bunny. Was she wearing a diaper, too? Was it covered in ice? What was going on?

She shook her head, looking back at her food. Miss Hoppikins was right, she saw, as she noticed her bib. There was already quite a bit of oatmeal splattered across it, so why bother with a spoon at this point? She reached into the bowl of warm, gray mush and grabbed a handful, stuffing it into her mouth. It didn't exactly taste good, especially the chunks of diced prune that were sprinkled throughout, but she knew she was supposed to eat it, and she wanted to be a good girl, so she kept going, scooping another handful into her mouth, other than the bits that smooshed against her lips and fell to her bib.

Miss Hoppikins turned to look at her and smiled, as much as a stuffed animal could. "There you go, sweetie. Eat up."

Sierra nodded and started to dip her hand into the oatmeal again, but something was bothering her. There was something missing. She needed something, she was sure of it, but what? Her eyes returned to the spoon, and, curious, she reached over and picked it up. She dropped it almost instantly, as the contact sent a shock through it, like static electricity, but more powerful. Curious, she poked at it again, then picked it back up. This was no ordinary spoon... The longer she kept it clasped in her messy fist, the more she was sure of that. It was her wand, transfigured into a baby spoon.

As soon as she realized that, everything fell back into place, her false memories melting away, and she remembered what was going on. Desperately, she tried to remove the high chair's tray, but it was locked tight in place, keeping her trapped there. She waved the spoon like she would her wand, but it did nothing. Still, she was sure that's what it was. She didn't want Olivia to notice she'd figured it out, so she didn't say anything, but desperately, she was trying to find a way to change it back. Finally, when no amount of flicking, swishing, or waving did anything, she thought there must be a more complicated spell than that on it. She looked to the bowl of oatmeal, her stomach churning.

The numbing spell was still working on her. As she'd been wiggling in her seat trying to get away, she had realized her diaper was still growing wetter as her bladder continued to release itself into it, not responding to any of her attempts to stop it. She had a feeling the numbness extended further back as well, and that the prune juice she had been forced to drink and the oatmeal would be enough to prove that suspicion. But she had a feeling that Olivia wouldn't have gone to the trouble of transfiguring her spoon, rather than just taking it away entirely, if she hadn't left Sierra a way to change it back, and this seemed like the only option.

She began to eat again, this time using her spoon, shoveling oatmeal into her mouth as fast as she could swallow it. Considering she'd just eaten supper not that long ago, she was already stuffed, and now she was feeling even more full, to the point where her tummy began rumbling ominously, followed by a few embarrassing farts. She squirmed in her seat, wrinkling her nose at the sudden, extra squishy feeling on her backside, realizing only after a few more moments that she was, in fact, messing her diaper. She squeaked and tried to press her bottom into the sodden, and now soiled, padding of her diaper, but she could feel the mush forcing its way out anyway, slowly creeping its way out into her diaper, coming out faster the more she ate. She tried to wriggle her way away from the creeping ooze, but managing to lift her bottom off the hard, wooden seat of the high chair resulted in a loud blart and a seeming avalanche of poo into her diaper.

"Uh-oh," the bunny laughed from across the room. "I guess I'd better get some extra baby wipes!"

Sierra turned bright red, knowing now that Olivia was aware she was pooping her diaper. Her suspicion that the spoon was her wand was only growing more powerful, however, as it felt more and more familiar with every bite. Miss Hoppikins had reached her destination now, and was turning to make her way back to Sierra. Sierra knew the bunny was going to pick her up, take her to the changing table, and get her into a clean diaper, thus winning the duel, so she had to hurry if she wanted any shot at defending herself, but she wasn't even quite halfway done with the monstrous bowl.

Desperately, she redoubled her efforts, trying to ignore her own body's noisy attempts to test her diaper's capacity while she worked to refill her tummy, giving it even more ammunition. "Someone's a hungry baby!" Miss Hoppikins observed, giggling as she watched Sierra go. "Don't worry, it will still be there once you're dry and clean!"

But Sierra didn't stop. She drove herself harder, finishing up what seemed to be the last of it, only to see that her spoon still didn't change. She started scraping the sides of the bowl, assuming the spell required her to really clean her bowl. It was then that her opponent realized what she was doing, and hurried her waddling pace. Sierra dropped her spoon and picked up the bowl, licking it. Her heart was thumping loudly, and she could see Miss Hoppikins looming larger as she got closer and closer.

Finally, as she set the bowl down, she saw that she was right after all. There, on her tray, in the place of the baby spoon, was her wand. She picked it up just as Miss Hoppikins started to reach for her own, letting loose with a transfiguration spell of her own, one inspired by Olivia's little trick. To Miss Hoppikins, and Olivia's, surprise, the wand the bunny was holding changed into a rattle in the middle of casting a spell. The bunny froze just long enough for Sierra to get off another spell, this time summoning a huge playpen around the bunny, trapping her just like the high chair had trapped her.

Now that she had her wand back, she could fix that, and it was just a quick swish later that she had the tray off. She hopped down, grimacing at the huge load in her diaper as she watched Miss Hoppikins shaking her rattle futilely in her playpen, surrounded by the diapering supplies she had been about to use on Sierra. Sierra knew the transformation spell wouldn't last forever, so she animated a ring stacking game, sending its biggest members flying into the playpen to slip onto Miss Hoppikins's arms and legs. She called her jump rope back, looping it through the leg rings and lifting the rabbit's hind quarters, making the big toy fall onto its back, legs in the air.

She magically cut her way into the playpen with her wand, hopping inside and walking up to the prone bunny. Just as Olivia had said, she had play diapered Miss Hoppikins a few times when she was a kid, just playing house as a lonely only child, but it still felt strange to be doing it again now. That didn't mean she wasn't happy to have won after all, though. She conjured up a heating spell to thaw out the diaper, being careful not to get it too close and scorch Miss Hoppikins's fur in the process, then reached over and undid the tapes, pulling the diaper off the bunny.

"I admit, I underestimated you," Olivia told her. "You lasted much longer than I expected."

"And I beat you," Sierra stuck out her tongue, right before she felt a cloth hand close around her wrist. She turned in surprise to see a rag doll standing behind her, grabbing her, and as she did another one took her other wrist, snatching away her wand in the process.

"You did too much at once," Olivia lectured. "It takes a lot of practice to maintain that many spells at once, and obviously you don't have it." Sierra saw then that Olivia's wand had changed back, and the ring she was holding the bunny's arm with was far enough down to allow the rabbit to wave the wand, just enough apparently. The dolls held Sierra in place as Miss Hoppikins undid the rest of her magic, getting to her feet and plucking Sierra from the dolls. The jump rope floated behind, and Sierra almost thought it was there to help, until Miss Hoppikins set her down, poopy diaper and all, on a pink, wooden rocking horse. Then the jump rope swooped down, wrapping itself around Sierra's ankles, tying her in place.

"I win," Olivia declared. "Of course, changing you would mean officially winning, and thus ending the duel, so I think you can just stay there for a little while and ride your horsie. Miss Hoppikins will send me your wand here so you don't get into any more trouble. If you're good, she'll change you and let you come home once you're done. If not, I think you can spend the night in the crib there, and she'll change you in the morning. Either way, I'll have you back at school in time for your first class. And since we didn't discuss what the prize was, I believe you'll be attending that class, and all your classes tomorrow, in diapers. Don't look so sad. I'm sure everyone's used to seeing you in them by now anyway."

The rag dolls handed Miss Hoppikins Sierra's wand, and the bunny drew a circle in the air with Olivia's wand, making what looked like a tear in the world. Through it, Sierra could see her room, and Olivia on the other side, watching in amusement as Miss Hoppikins handed her the wand. "All in all, not bad," she told Sierra. "With a few more practice rounds, you might even have a chance against me. But for now, have fun with the horsie!" Olivia waved Sierra's wand and the horse began to rock, squishing the contents of her messy diaper against her bottom quite thoroughly as the tear healed itself and she was left alone with her bunny.

Almost, Sierra thought, squirming uncomfortably on the rocking horse. Next time, whoever her opponent was, she was definitely going to win! Next time...