Chapter Two

Dress-Up Time With Azula

Azula looked down at the restrained, not yet fully diapered, Earth Kingdom peasant before her. “As I’m sure you’re already aware.” Azula began, “When the princess of the Fire Nation wants something, being that she is just that, she gets it immediately without question. And, as of recent, that happens to be my very own personal slave.” Fang-Yen’s eyes became even wider than they already were upon hearing that last statement. Now Azula paused, to make sure that the girl was listening. “And I must say, congratulations.” She said, tauntingly. “Because you fit the bill quite nicely.” Fang-Yen was furious- she was BEYOND furious. And at the same time, admittedly terrified. She was at the utter mercy of the royal psychopath that had rumors about her spreading like wildfire since before she was even Fang-Yen’s age! “Lucky?!” Fang-Yen snapped, “How can you call me lucky?! After what your people did to… to…” Azula, though not really caring to hear her complaints, noticed the girl drift off and looked at her, smiling when she realized, telling by the horrified look on her face and the deep blush on her cheeks, that the girl had finally decided to look down, and was now fully aware of her ‘situation’. She’d honestly thought that the aroma of baby powder would have caught her attention rather sooner. “Nice to see we’re feeling observant today.” Azula said, cruelly. “Now then, I am going to ask you some questions, little girl. And you’d be wise to answer them.” But Fang-Yen was still completely in shock. Where were her clothes? Why was she wearing an unpinned diaper? What the hell was going on? Poor Fang-Yen was so overwhelmed by all of the questions that the sight before her had brought up that she hadn’t even NOTICED when Azula addressed her as ‘little girl’… Or had she?

“I… Wait a minute!” Fang-Yen cried. “What is this!? For your information, I’m NOT a little girl!” “Well, then since you’re obviously against me calling you that.” Azula said, for some reason feeling uncharacteristically patient. “Then you shouldn’t have any problem answering my first question? What is your name?” Fang-Yen looked up at Azula again, sighing. She figured she might as well get this over with. Perhaps if she just answered all the princess’s questions, she’d leave already and Fang-Yen could have some time alone to figure out an escape plan. “Fang-Yen.” She replied, quietly. Azula looked deep in thought for a moment. “Fang-Yen… Fine, I suppose I’ll let you keep it- for now.” She said. “There… Now, do you see how nice Azula can be when you cooperate with her?” The blush on Fang-Yen’s face deepened, at the tone of her voice- it was damn near dripping with mockery and sadism. “Let’s go on to the next question.” Azula continued. “Exactly how old are you?” “Eleven.” Fang-Yen replied. “Very good, Fang-Yen!” Azula cooed. “Now, was that so hard?” Fang-Yen shook her head no, using just about all of her willpower to keep her cool at that moment- the humiliation was starting to become too much. Fang-Yen was desperately hoping that this was the part where Azula would turn around, make one more teasing remark, and leave. However, she soon found that this was not at all the case. Instead, Azula picked up the bottle of baby powder and sprinkled just a tad more onto the humiliated girl’s private area, before she finally brought the diaper up between her legs and secured it on with safety pins. Fang-Yen could barely take it at this point- big tears welled up in her eyes. “I don’t understand!” She cried. “Wh-why are you doing this to me?” Azula simply smiled at the poor child and said, “Because I can.” When Fang-Yen saw Azula undo the restraints on her wrists, she was almost slightly relieved. But Azula was quick to take a hold of both her wrists in one hand and hold them firmly, as she went into the back pocket of her uniform and produced a pair of handcuffs, which she slapped on Fang-Yen’s wrists without a moments hesitation. “There, now you look more like a proper prisoner.” Azula said, in a less than friendly tone. “Now then, I think it’s time we get you dressed.” Fang-Yen’s legs were freed, but Azula quickly pulled her down from the table before she had any sort of chance to kick her, and proceeded to drag her over to the large closet. And when Azula opened it, Fang-Yen reeled back both in shock and in horror, or at least as much as she could, considering that Azula was holding onto the chain that linked the handcuffs she wore. She COULDN’T spend the rest of her life as a BABY! She just couldn’t! “There’s no way I’m wearing those.” Fang-Yen said, intentionally trying to sound as stubborn as she possibly could. “This is ridiculous! I’m not wearing that garbage! I’m NOT a BABY! You can’t- OW!”

A harsh smack was brought down on the back of her thigh. She glared at the person responsible, but that same person glared right back. “I’d say that’s about enough insolence from you, Fang-Yen.” Azula said. “I’ve been very patient with you thus far, any one else would have been burned to a crisp at the first sassy remark. However, you’re rather special to me. But I warn you, child- if it happens once more, I will not hesitate to punish you. Are we at an understanding?” Suddenly feeling rather afraid and realizing that she was at the complete mercy of this royal nut, she gulped and nodded. “Good.” Azula said, finally smiling. It appeared as though her little prisoner was finally starting to get it. Still holding the chain of the handcuffs with one hand, Azula used her other hand to advance towards the open closet and pull from it a hanger being occupied by the frilliest THING Fang-Yen had ever seen in her life. It was a deep shade of red with short puffed out sleeves and an even shorter skirt. Fang-Yen was sure her poor father would have been crushed to see her in a dress that short! And to make matters worse, she was sure it would not cover her diaper by any means. Delicate, frilly white lace practically covered the collar, sleeves, and hem. And taking a closer look at it, embroidered on the front of the dress was a cute baby lemur with big blue eyes. Fang-Yen made a face of absolute disgust- she was not exactly what you’d call a girly-girl. Now, apparently the affects of her being unconscious for so long had not yet quite worn off yet either. For, she only now looked down and realized, rather humiliated, that she was shirtless as well! Azula placed the hanger on the doorknob of the closet and went do undo the handcuffs. But first, she looked Fang-Yen dead in the eye and asked, “Do you, or do you not, understand what will happen to you if you try to escape right now?” Fang-Yen nodded quietly. “I should certainly hope so. I wouldn’t want to have to find a new slave so soon.” And so, the handcuffs were undone and Fang-Yen reluctantly held her arms up as Azula unbuttoned the back of the horrendous article of clothing. Azula smiled again at the compliance. So she was getting better… but still not quite perfect- and Azula needed perfect. But for now, she settled as she slid the dress down over the girl’s waiting arms and pulled it over her head. She made sure it was pulled down all the way before roughly spinning her around and pulling her hair out of the way and off to the side so she could button it up. And Fang-Yen simply stood there patiently, her face burning with embarrassment and her soul burning with passionate hatred. She looked down at herself as Azula finished up the last of the buttons- with this ridiculous pink monstrosity on her in addition to the thickness of the diaper effectively keeping her legs apart, she already looked like an enormous infant! But Fang-Yen soon found that, as Azula had apparently decided, this was not enough. Azula gave her a look that told her to stay put, before going over to a large dresser with many, many drawers- three large ones on the bottom, three large ones in the middle, and then six smaller ones on top. Pulling open the top left drawer, the domineering princess began pulling out several items and laying them out on the dresser’s surface before making a gesture with her finger, beckoning Fang-Yen to come closer. And as she made her way over to wear she stood, obediently but hesitantly, Fang-Yen was not happy with what she saw laid out for her. The first thing she saw were some red cottony socks with white frilly lace, then there a pair of red baby mittens with gold satin ribbons to tie them, as well as a long, red, satin bow that was obviously for her hair, at least a dozen tiny gold padlocks, and finally- the worst of it all- was a red diaper cover with a lemur embroidered on the backside. Evidently, it was the same lemur that was printed on the dress. Azula went back over to the closet for a moment to fetch one last item, coming back with a pair of shiny, black patent-leather Mary Jane shoes. And although Fang-Yen was not exactly ecstatic in the first place about being forced to dress like a baby, but the fact that she was being forced to dress in the national colors of her enemy only added insult to injury. “Now come here, little one.” Azula cooed mockingly, taking a hold of Fang-Yen’s wrist and pulling her closer. Fang-Yen whimpered a little at being pulled so suddenly, but kept her mouth closed- she had nothing to say to this demon.

Smiling, Azula decided to start with the girl’s currently bare feet. There was a pretty little stool with a white padded top and a pink and white patterned skirt draped all around the sides, covering the legs that upheld it. Azula carelessly dragged it over to where Fang-Yen stood. “Sit.” She said. And even though Azula had told her to sit, and Fang-Yen had planned to do so, she did not get the chance as Azula placed her hands firmly upon the girl’s shoulders and pushed down hard, making her sit. For this, Fang-Yen could not hold back a loathsome glare, to which Azula just smiled. She was all-too aware that her new slave hated her from the very beginning. And that was more than fine by her. Many people hated her. But what Azula was also all-too aware of was that the one thing stronger than hate, was fear. And so, to her, ‘I hate you, go burn!’ was kind of just another way of saying ‘you terrify me, please don’t hurt me!’. It was music to her ears.