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"What?" Ricky exclaimed.

"I know you heard me." His mom said with a hint of impatience. "It's bathtime."

"But" he stammered. "I agreed to go to Maddy's class with her. I didn't think it involved a bath."

"She always takes a bath before ballet." His mom replied. "So, it is part of the class experience. Besides, you could use a bath." He opened his mouth to argue again. "Can you honestly tell me that you took a shower today? Or yesterday?" The eleven year old lion's face fell. "That's what I thought. Now, get undressed or you'll be going to your sister's ballet class with her for two weeks instead of just one." Defeated, Ricky turned to go back to his room to get undressed. "Where are you going?" His mom asked. "Maddy's already in the bath. Get undressed here and join your sister."

"Together?" Ricky and Maddy said in unison. The lioness sighed and gave the eight year old a look.

"Don't you go rebelling on me too. You are brother and sister, you've seen each other naked before. Strip, mister." Maddy, sitting mellowly in the tub, giggled as her brother, red-faced, stripped down to his underwear.

"I see Ricky's tighty whities!" Maddy teased.

"You're not helping, missy." She distracted Maddy while Ricky climbed into the bath. Handing each of them a washcloth, she watched as they bathed them, Ricky cringed somewhat when he realized that the only soap available was Maddy's Petite Princess bodywash. Just because he was stuck going to ballet with a bunch of prissy girls, that did not mean he wanted to smell like one!

"Alright, folks." Their mom said after a few minutes. "Almost done?" Ricky sighed and nodded, stepping out of the tub and into the towel that his mom held out. He could not help but feel like a little cub as she vigorously dried him off, causing his fur to fluff up. "Princess, you go and get ready. Your brother's going to need a little more help." Maddy giggled and hurried away.

"Mom" Ricky began, but she mimed zipping his lips.

"Hush, let's go to your room." He followed her silently, wishing more than anything that there was some way, any way, to get out of this. A whole week of ballet classes! Sure, Maddy only went three days of the week, but that still seemed like far too much of the girly activity for Ricky. He found some solace in returning to his room, where at least things felt more normal.

"Now, you've seen what your sister wears to ballet, right?"

"Yeah." He did not like the sound of this.

"Good, then I don't expect you to whine about putting it on."

"Huh?" Ricky had been sure that Maddy had told him he would just wear shorts and a t-shirt like the boys did in the boys class that met just before hers.

"Well, of course. All of the girls in Maddy's class wear that and you'll be no different."

"I'm a boy though!"

"There aren't any boys in the class. You'll be joining the class as a girl." His jaw hung open as wide as it could go with surprise.

"You, you tricked me!"

"Did not. You get a choice though. Do you want pink, yellow, or white?"

"For what?" He asked nervously.

"Your leotard, of course." He grumbled.

"White, I guess." His mom nodded and handed him the small pile of clothes he would have to wear. He had a sneaking suspicion she had known he would pick white.

"Since you picked white," she said thoughtfully. "You can wear your normal undies, but if you aren't dressed and downstairs in five minutes, you'll be wearing a pair of Maddy's panties. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." He sullenly muttered, tossing the stack onto his bed.

"Since you're wearing your undies, it's just camisole, tights, leotard. Understand?" He nodded, staring down at the outfit. His mom turned to leave, looking over her shoulder at him to issue one last ultimatum. "Five minutes, Ricky." The lion sighed and looked one last time at the clothes on his bed before shuffling over to his dresser. At least he got to wear his underwear underneath all this... he tried to think of the right word, but could not decide just what fit the situation. Stuff, he supposed.

Ricky knew that he was running out of time, so he grabbed the camisole off of his bed. It was similar to an undershirt, so he pulled it on, shivering as he felt how soft it was against his chest and back. He sighed as he picked up the tights.

"How am I supposed to put these on?" He wondered, staring at the white opaque tights in his paw. They looked far too small to fit him. "I can't run the risk of wearing panties." He muttered, sitting down on his bed and slowly easing them over his feet and legs. The manner in which the material clung to his legs like a second skin made him blush and squirm with embarrassment, but he soon had his toes in the ends of the tights and the top around his waist. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and groaned. Standing there, in tights and a camisole was a lioness of about his age who could have been Maddy's sister. He fussed over the tuft of mane atop his head, the only indication that he was a boy. He turned away from the mirror, but then he saw the leotard.

It quickly dawned on him why his mom had been more than willing to let him wear the white outfit. The edges of the tutu attached to the leotard were decorated with pink sparkles, giving the only garment a distinctly feminine appearance.

"Let's just get this over with." He muttered under his breath. His five minutes had to be nearly up. Besides which, he had come this far, hadn't he? He stepped into the leotard just as he would his underwear, whimpering as he heard the tutu crinkle softly with the slightest motion as he slipped his arms into the leotard. Now his reflection was entirely feminine and he wondered if anyone would even believe him if he told them he was a boy. Not that he ever would! This was embarrassing enough as it was.

A knock at the door pulled the embarrassed boy from his thoughts. He hurried over to the door and opened it. His mom gasped, but quickly composed herself.

"I look ridiculous."

"You'll fit right in." She said, kissing his forehead. "Sit down on your bed and I'll get your ballet slippers on." His face showed just what he thought of that, but he complied, looking away as she wove the attached ribbons up his legs. As he stood up again, Maddy poked her head in and he saw that she was dressed identically to him. "Thought it'd be easier if you two matched." His mom explained. "Let's get out to the car, kiddos!" She grabbed Ricky's paw as he started to leave. "Just one quick thing. We don't want anyone noticing your mane, so" she pulled out a length of pink ribbon and tied a big bow that covered up his tuft perfectly.

"Why's it gotta be pink?" He asked.

"Hush. We're running late." As Ricky walked down the stairs, he wondered just how he had gotten himself in this mess. He had bet Maddy that he could beat her at Horse. It had seemed like a sure thing. Somehow though, the eight year old had demolished him and deviously announced, in front of their mom no less, that Ricky would be attending one week's worth of ballet classes with her.

Ricky walked down the stairs as unenthusiastically as he could and shuffled toward the garage, annoyed by how he could feel just about everything under his feet through the slippers, irritated by how he was reminded of his tight-clad thighs every time they rubbed together, frustrated by the way his tutu crinkled as he neared the outside world.

"Car's not in the garage, kiddo. I moved it into the driveway since we're on such a tight schedule." Ricky stared at her, agape.

"Why?"

"I just told you that." She said as she pushed him toward the front door. "We're in a hurry!"

"But mom!" He whined as she pushed him out onto the porch. He dashed to the car and dove inside, growling as Maddy giggled.

"You're such a pretty ballerina!"

"Am not."

"You might as well get used to it." His mom said as she started the car. "Everyone's going to assume you're a girl and that's how people talk to little girls." Ricky sighed as the car backed down the driveway. This was going to be a very long week.