Have you ever had one of those days you wish you could forget about, but you know you can't because you're afraid it might happen again?

There's something that needs to be said about me, simply because I've never been on a high chair of power like I am now, even when I was a commander in Draenor sitting in a garrison all the time. There were a few things I liked about being a commander there. I had troops doing almost all of my missions, plenty to eat, sources of arcane mana to drink, and most important of all; bathrooms and hot bodies of water to bathe. I completely forgot that the Scryer Inn and most of the Sin'dorei areas have no bathrooms anywhere. Now I may be able to throw myself tens of feet off of the Scryer area into the Lower Areas, use Blessing of Protection spell to break my fall, and dig a hole large enough to defecate into, but there are plenty of merchants and people watching, and NOW there's a guy that was just sitting there waiting to have a pet battle saying, "Yes, yes, we fight, we fight."

I ate way too many fish yesterday and I was filled with the indignant rage of a thousand Texo Bell shoots. I was telling him to leave me alone, or go someplace else, and stop watching me and GET THOSE STUPID PETS AWAY FROM ME! I managed to soil my armor while I was being harassed, and unfortunately this isn't the first time it's happened. No, since my surgery it's happened a few times, but the reason why I'm writing about this is because I'm sitting in a high position NOW and someone is bound to find out sooner or later. I really don't want the words at my funeral to be, "Perfectia Argento Dawnlight, the Highlord that soiled herself sometimes." This is why I like taking in arcane magic, everything goes in the right areas, to the head, to the heart, to the eyes and to the stomach. Sometimes it tastes how something is supposed to smell, I can taste magic from far away, but that's just my thing, not most blood elves. Anyways, to make matters worse I run into none other than, Harris Pilton. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, but she actually managed to act like a friend for a change. She said, "Perfectia is that you?"

I summoned my warhorse Lucy, but I didn't want to ride her like this. So, I put her in front of Harris's field of view hoping she wouldn't see me. And walked on her side and tried to make my way up to the Scryer Inn to maybe clean myself up but she kept coming and I told her, "Now is really not the time Harris."

"*But I got you this awesome gift.*" She said.

She came closer and was about to say something, but she noticed the smell and said, "*Perfectia did you…*"

*Not the time!*" I interrupted. It wasn't completely out when we could both smell it, but all the excess air was leaving when I was trying to walk away. That panicked scream pushed my abdominal and… Jurassic thunder dump in my pants. I was wearing panties, not menstrual ones, or workout pants. So I felt it fall on the side of my leg and trap in between my tucked in pants and boots. I knew I was supposed to wear a diaper. I wore one when I was in my room when I was eating regularly, but it didn't happen every night. I sat on the privy two hours after sunrise and two hours before sunset and it would happen even if I didn't know it was happening. I don't know how it is for most people but after my injury, if I can feel it, it means I have one minute or two before I have an accident. I'm aware of how humiliating and disturbing it is to imagine a fully grown naked adult woman wearing nothing but a dirty bulging diaper. And don't imagine that my hips are also three inches wider than my shoulder-width, you baby fetish creep, but back to the story…

"*Oh my gosh Perfectia, hold on.*" She intervened and let out a high pitch whistle. A Nether Drake flew from the pins, picked me up, and put me over his head. Harris got in the saddle and said, "*Take us to the floating lakes.*" And we took off really fast for being double mounted.

The floating lakes were literally floating chunks of rock spinning in some kind of zero gravity field and looking out of Outlands Nagrand, I had never been in that part of Outland before. I took off my boot and tested the water; it was chilly compared to the sun's heat coming from overhead. Harris started getting undressed into her small clothes, walked into the water, and I started to step in with my armor. "*No, no, no you're going to rust that armor.*" She said.

"*I swim in full armor all the time and I can afford the repair bills*" I argued.

"*Well I don't want to be held responsible for taking more of your money.*" She said. She took off her small clothes too, which came as a shock to me because she wasn't wearing anything, "*What, we're both girls.*" She said.

I started to get undressed out of my armor and Harris, taking some notice of my smell, reached into her bag and pulled out a bar of soap. In my small clothes I got into the water and she got out of the water, "*What are you doing Perfectia?! Oh never mind…*" She yelled. She let out another high pitch whistle that I had to cover my ears for. The Nether Drake came in a few seconds, "*Take her to the one with warm water and clean up these clothes.*" And quickly took my small clothes.

I was about to say something to object and take back my small clothes but before I could say or do anything, the Nether Drake picked me up and took me to another floating body of land that had steaming water and dropped me off. I covered myself with my hands and felt I would die of embarrassment if anyone else showed up. Not only was I completely naked outside, but the mess I made was coming up my back and rear and was drying out in the sun. I looked down below and Harris was coming up in a Nether Drake. I quickly got into the water and even though it was hot outside, the warmth was appealing. I walked right in and the air bubbles provided a little bit of cover for my body. Harris came back riding her Nether Drake as undressed as I was, but she had a large bag. She put it outside the pool and got into the water, "*What do they teach you over in that Horde?*" she complained as she got in.

I looked away from her. Angry at this whole situation she put me in, "*How to live off of lent, paperclips, and insults, mostly. *"

Harris laughed, "*I suppose they didn't teach you anything about cleaning laundry and bathing waters and cleaning water are supposed to be in two different waters?*"

I looked away, back at her, and shook my head.

"*Well, stand up and turn around.*" She ordered.

"*No, just let me soak,*" I argued, "*I'll clean off. I don't even know why you brought me here and the only thing keeping me from jumping off this platform is that all my clothes are on that other platform.*"

"*You could hearth bubble out of here you know.*"

I rolled my eyes and laughed at how that even if I did have my Hearthstone, showing up to an inn soaked and naked would make my situation ten times worst, "*Very funny and where do you predict I keep my hearthstone at this point?*"

She laughed, "*What happened to your dragon, Protecto I think it was?*" She asked.

I looked away, "*He's gone.*"

She had a look of concern in her face, "*I'm sorry; I know you guys were close.*"

I looked back at her suddenly, "*No, he's not dead, it's just. We had a little fall out when I took command in Dreanor, it turns out all the time travelers there made it hard for dragons like Protecto to fly or transform.*"

"*Oh, have you heard from him since?*" Harris asked.

I sighed, and I shook my head, "*I was planning on going back to the Caverns of Time to see him when I got back to Azeroth. Not just to fly me places, to you know, catch up I suppose.*"

Harris smiled, "*He talked about you from time to time, helped a few Nether drakes get out of the Black Temple and taught them how to fly faster so they didn't get caught again. He was handsome; I'm surprised you guys didn't, you know.*"

"*Eww no, I mean what if he like, transform back during the act, and would I lay eggs if I got pregnant? It seems too creepy. I don't know how Jaina Proudmore can do that.*"

Harris put her hands over her mouth and blushed, "*Wait, what, with a dragon?!*"

I smiled, "*Yeah Harris where have you been? I saw her and Kalecgos holding hands during Garrosh's trial and I used to see them kiss in Dalaran when they thought no one was looking.*"

Harris rolled her eyes, "*Well it doesn't sound too bad if he was half as handsome as Protecto was, but the dragons here can't transform.* " Harris sighed, "*You seem well traveled, Perfectia, I guess I'm a little jealous.*"

"You know you could actually get out of here." I said.

She shook her head, "*No thank you, Outland is my home. I know a lot of adventurers have done great things, but before, a lot of you people leave seeking your fortune and never come back. The things I hear about going on in Azeroth scare me to death, Outland just seems safer. Besides, I get to hear the stories; I get paid to do laundry, design jewelry, and make clothes, bags, bath products, and fragrances… Well I don't do the laundry.*" Harris laughed, "*I trained the dragons to clean dirty clothes. Kylene thinks I do it all by hand.*"

I laughed, "*Well you trained that strange mutt to do tricks so it's not too surprising.*"

"*Stand up and turn around Perfectia.*" She said softly this time.

I rolled my eyes, sighed, covered myself, stood up, and turned around. I heard her take something out of her bag and poured something in her hand. I could taste strange feelings of oranges and grapefruits as she touched me, and it built lather. There was a pumping feeling in her hands as arcane energy flowed through her palms and fingertips in time with her heartbeat. I turned my head around, "*Can I see what you are putting on me?*" I asked.

"Sure." She handed me the bottle and I squeezed it so the scent would hit my nose and then I took a drink of it and it tasted like thick earwax.

"Don't drink that!"

"But if it's not food then why would it smell like food?" I looked at the bottle, "and feel like food?"

Harris snatched the bottle away from me, "Give me that. Because it's magic."

She poured more in her hands and from the top of my torso and down my hips. I heard her laugh when she hit the peak of my hips and started coming down, "*Wow.*" I heard her whisper. She rolled around the cheeks of my rear and I felt her squeeze them tightly.

My eyes crossed involuntarily and I groaned hoarsely as her fingers tickled into the muscles of my rear. I fell forward in the water and I held on to my stomach with my hand and caught myself with the other. I looked back at her, feeling heat in my face, "*What the hell was that?!*" I said angrily, seeming a little out of breath.

She held up her hands in defense, "*I'm sorry, it's just really big and I was wondering if it was real.*"

I narrowed my vision and stood up facing her, thinking of tossing her off that peak we were on.

She looked away slightly blushing but still holding her hands up, "*I said I was sorry, okay, are you sensitive there?*"

"*YES!*" I screamed, but my body was still shaking lightly as I tingled with goosebumps.

"*I'm sorry I won't do that again.*" She seemed apologetic but she was laughing at me slightly.

I tried to control my breathing and turned back around, "*Don't touch my rear again.*"

She sighed, "*But seriously, I remember your hips being wide for elf before, but now this thing puts draenei women to shame.*"

I sighed and shook my head, "*I used to be overweight but I lost it really fast.*" I looked downward and remembered back, "*I've also had hip surgery.*"

"*Cosmetic?*" She asked, seeming hopeful.

I only shook my head, no. "Listen Harris, if you're trying to make an advance on me you need to be very direct. Because my people skills are about as unstable as twelve horses super glued to a fence."

She looked down and sighed, "I'm curious but I'm unsure, you've got abs for days and but muscles for weeks." …Okay, she didn't really say that, she said I was masculine for a girl, and mentally and emotionally I was like a clogged toilet. Then she asked, "How do you feel about me?"

I looked up and thought, "I don't know you well enough to feel that way about you and I prefer men."

She nodded and laughed, "Me too." And she continued with her massage and it felt like someone cast a spell on me, but it didn't come from a prayer from the Light, it came from the arcane energy that flowed in my veins and hers. I felt it go around me like I was inside of an egg. She put pressure on my lower back, a lower amount of pressure on my rear, and legs and the pain of stress, tension, and withdraws, everything I was carrying made circular motions under my skin and now what used to hurt felt good. A wave of sweet fruits fell on my taste buds of apples, grapes, oranges, and honeydew. I tilted my head to the side and put my arms down and smiled. She grabbed one of my arms and moved her hands along it, "*Wow Perfectia you're really strong. I can feel that this is where you take in most of your arcane energy.*"

I was in ecstasy, "*The Ashbringer feeds me.* I smiled and laughed, "*When I kill demons.*"

She stopped and backed away from me and I looked over at her, "*What's wrong?*" I asked.

She was shaking her hands, "*No, no, no.* "She chanted, "*I don't want that.*"

"*Harris, what's wrong?*" I was concerned.

"*YOU'RE TAKING IN FEL MAGIC NOW?!*" She yelled.

"*No, I would never, the Ashbringer feeds me; it takes in demonic energy and purifies it.*"

She covered herself and backed away, "*No it doesn't, it's eating you away, I can feel it in your legs, and I was trying to repair the damage but it was still inside you.*"

I shook my head, "*No, the Ashbringer has always been a part of me.*"

"*What?!*" She looked at me disgusted.

"*It's difficult to explain, I can show you. You might want to get out of the water though.*"

Harris whistled, called her Nether Drake, was gone for a few minutes, and came back fully clothed. I was trying to concentrate in the water, but I needed something to focus on. "*Harris, I need a weapon, a sword or dagger.*"

"*I have a hair brush.*" She pulled it from her bag.

I nodded and took the hair brush. I thought I could do it then, I had done it with a spade and mining pick. I closed my eyes and thought about the first time this happened when I was in danger, I hadn't learned how to control it since I was in Draenor but I was forcing it now. I told myself I wasn't a demon, I wasn't a monster using fel magic, feeding off of fel magic, Molgraine soul was inside me, I just needed to summon it. My body grew hot, I felt the green glowing symbols burn on my face, and I flinched as the symbols burnt my skin. "*Perfectia stop.*" Harris demanded

I shook my head, "*No, I can do this.*" The water I was standing in was boiling more. I could feel more symbols showing up on my chest, stomach, arms, and right leg. They burned, and I knew it was because I was forcing it. I didn't understand why this was so hard now; I was able to do this on a training dummy before and it didn't hurt this badly. I felt the last steps of the transformation before I would summon the spiritual Ashbringer. The hand crystal, the same one that was on the physical sword would show up below my neck. It appeared and burned like a hot steel plate right out of the forge, but it was on my skin. I couldn't concentrate anymore, the pain was too great, I held on to the symbol and I felt a surge of pain go through me. I fell on my back into the water and felt my body go into shock, in the distance I heard Harris's loud whistle and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up I was in a draenei style aid center and covered in bandages on the right side of my face. "She's awake." I heard someone say.

Harris had flown me here and when I woke up I had what felt like infected wounds on the areas the symbols had shown up and a burning feeling below my neck. But at least they weren't glowing anymore. "Where's Boros or Harris?" I asked.

"Hold, paladin," The female draenei said in broken Orcish, "we use healing magic…"

"Common. Understand." I said this in Common.

She sighed in relief and spoke in Common, "We had to heal you to stop those burns from getting worse. Your Scryer friends didn't know what to do with you, so try to get some rest." The female Aldor Draenei caregiver said.

I looked down from the bed I was laying on and at the foot of it, it was all my stuff, but I didn't see the Ashbringer anywhere. "Nurse, where's my sword?"

"Your fellow paladin friend took it back to Dalaran." She said.

I nodded, I usually feel some level of withdrawal from being away from it for more than a day, but I suppose the Aldors magic must have stopped any level of withdrawal. "Can you 'and me zat book in my bag please?"

She gave it to me and here I am.