When you get home she inspects your panties and shakes her head

"Big girls don't mess their panties darling. This is why i said you need diapers"

Edging…

Spankings…

Denial…

magical girl wand that heightens your emotions, making you feel immature while transformed.

villain who takes you back to her lair... and keeps your wand in a locked drawer.

villain who is strict, but treats you with unending patience and kindness, much to your chagrin.

villain who holds you tight when you get so worked up about something so small in a way you never ever would before but- but...

It was only a little while later that you were awoken by a warm and wet feeling forming beneath you. Once you realized what was happening panic started to set in. You hadn't wet the bed in over five years, so why of all times did it have to happen now? Your face flushed red, you didn't know what to do. Maybe you could sneak out and find the laundry room, or— things could get a lot worse. You heard the door handle turn and instinctively raised the blanket to cover your face, as if that would do anything other than draw more attention to the problem. The soft light bleeding in from the hallway almost perfectly singled you out, and you started to sniffle with tears welling in your eyes. She gently rested her hand on your back, shushing you and whispering "Let's go get you cleaned up." into your ear. You did as she said as she guided you into the bathroom and stripped you. It felt infantilizing to be bathed by someone else at this age but you couldn't really think to turn down this angelic kindness, especially not when you'd been bracing yourself for the mockery that the older kids typically directed at you. When she was done she helped to dry your body as well, even reaching up to wipe away the tears after they had started flowing again.

She left you to dry your own hair and vanished for a while, taking your clothes and towel with her. When she finally returned she tossed you a much too large t-shirt. "Sorry, I don't have anything that will fit you and it'll be a few hours until your clothes and mat are done washing." You didn't really know why, but you felt compelled to ask "U-um... do you think I could... maybesleepinyourbedtonight... Uh- I mean because mine is in the wash and all...". You could feel the heat rising in your face, and couldn't raise your eyes from the floor. She ruffled your hair and responded with a "Sure thing, kiddo." You wanted to object to that name and point out she's only four years older than you but decided to drop it.