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Andlat scoffed at the History Channel. It was not like he had never found exception with the unsubstantiated claims of the channel, but this program's claims were particularly offensive to the aspiring Egyptologist.

"If we look at the cranium of Amenhotep the Fourth, who was better known as Akhenaten, it is often depicted as noticeably elongated." The narrator said as several images from the Amarna Period were shown. "Add to this the facts of the extreme religious changes that Akhenaten effected throughout Egypt, abandoning the rich pantheon in favor of a single god known as the Aten. It is clear that Akhenaten is not of this world." The teenage fox rolled his eyes.

"Only the History Channel would call the birth of monotheism evidence of aliens." He shrugged and changed the channel to a nature documentary. He did not get a chance to get invested in the new program before the door opened and his sister came walking in.

"Hey there, Andie!" Ashley said, smirking as she used his hated nickname. Ashley was a year older than Andlat, but they were more or less the same size. Andlat's entire family ran small.

"Hey." Andlat replied, not taking his eyes off of the television. It was just his sister, after all. He kept watching the host talk about the giant squid of the Atlantic while Ashley dug for something in her purse. He rolled his eyes, figuring that she was looking for make-up or something. Ashley suddenly dove at him, covering his muzzle with a cloth. Andlat struggled, but it was no use. He only had time to note that the cloth was pink before the darkness quickly enveloped him.

Andlat awoke in a chair, his head pounding. What had Ashley done to him? He looked around at the hardwood floors, noticing that the wall behind him consisted entirely of a mirror with a bar along it at about waist height. He was not restrained by any means and he seemed to be the only one in the large room. He suddenly heard a door open and he turned to see a tall doe gracefully step into the room. She wore a black leotard and white tights. She smiled as she saw Andlat.

"Hello there, mademoiselle." She said, her smile reminiscent of that of Mona Lisa.

"Are you talking to me? I'm not a girl."

"Oh! Silly me! Je m'appelle Madame Renard. I'm afraid that I'm used to only having female students."

"Students?"

"Oui. I teach ballet sometimes." She chuckled at Andlat's expression. "But a boy like you wouldn't want anything to do with that, I trust."

"No ma'am." He said passionately. Her chuckle expanded into a laugh.

"Just like, I assume, you would never wish to wear these." She pulled a pair of panties out from behind her back. Their pink color was accented by a large amount of white lace ruffles and bows. They looked like something from a little girl pageant. Andlat made a face and the doe smiled. "Of course not. How silly of me, right? A big tough todd like you would rather die than wear such pretty panties."

"That's right." Andlat said. He was puzzled as to what was going on. The doe seemed to know something he did not. He looked down and made sure that he was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt that he had dressed himself in that morning.

"Even though it matches your tutu so well?" The doe added. Andlat's head snapped up, pure bewilderment on his face.

"My tutu? I don't have any tutus!"

"Well, you can't very well be a ballerina without any tutus." She turned and gracefully walked over to a door.

"I don't want to be a ballerina." Andlat exclaimed, but his protests fell on deaf ears. The doe opened the door, which turned out to be a closet. She pulled out a pink tutu and leotard and showed it to the fox. A strange thing occurred.

Andlat rose and with sure paws, undid his fly. He stepped out of his jeans and walked over to the doe, unashamed of his exposed briefs. She smiled as he wordlessly took the panties from her and removed his briefs, replacing them with the frilly panties. She smiled at how peculiar his bottom half in its pink panties looked compared to his top half in its distinctly male t-shirt.

"Isn't that better?" She asked with a smile. Andlat nodded.

"Yeah, it actually is."

"Do you want to get ready for ballet now?"

"It is Saturday, isn't it?" Andlat said with a smile. The doe grinned.

"That it is. Off with your shirt!" Andlat obeyed, tossing his shirt and briefs in the direction of his discarded pants. "And on with your tights!" Andlat cheerfully complied, pulling the pink material up and over his legs and panties. Next was the leotard with its attached tutu. Madame Reynard smiled. "Pink is your color for sure." Andlat giggled.

"What about my ballet shoes?"

"Danseurs wear black or white. Ballerinas wear pink. Which color would you like?"

"Pink for ballerinas!" Andlat replied cheerfully. The doe smiled and helped him to put them on and tie them up around his ankles.

"Now we may begin with the day's class!" Madame Reynard announced, smiling as the fox jumped up and down, clapping his paws daintily.

For the next three and a half hours, Andlat learned how to do ballet from the graceful doe. Throughout it all, he remained cheerful and obedient, even as deep within, he began to struggle against whatever had taken hold of him. Slowly, he began to remember that when he had first arrived, Madame Reynard had been very different.

Ashley dragged the fox inside, where Madame Reynard was waiting. She smiled as she saw the vixen shove the todd toward her.

"Bonjour. I am Madame Reynard. You must be Ashley." Ashley nodded.

"This is my brother, Andlat. He's really eager to take your class."

"What class?" Andlat asked, but both women ignored him.

"He is? Wonderful. He looks like the perfect subject for my class."

"What class?" Andlat repeated.

"I'll be back at five." Ashley said with a smile. "Be good for the nice doe, Andie." Andlat grumbled as she left. The doe grabbed his shoulders.

"Listen very carefully, Andlat." She said, holding him in place, staring directly into his eyes. "That's right. Look into my eyes. You will do whatever I say, won't you? You like being an obedient little foxy, don't you?"

"Obedient." Andlat repeated slowly.

"You love nothing more than ballet. You yearn to do ballet."

"Ballet."

"You will come here every Saturday and do ballet from one to five. Four hours of glorious, wonderful, dainty ballet."

"Ballet." Andlat repeated.

"Of course, you can't do ballet unless you feel pretty."

"Pretty. Ballet."

"That's right. You know what would make you feel pretty? Panties."

"Panties."

"Whenever you see your pretty pink tutu, you'll put on your pretty panties. The frillier, the happier you feel."

"Frilly makes me happy." Andlat cooed.

"That's right. Since frilly makes you so, so happy, you'll also wear nighties to bed, even over your silly boy undies. Every night."

"Nighties. Silly boy undies."

"Very good." The doe paused. "What's more, you won't remember this. You will think everything is your own decision. If you should happen to remember any bit of my words, it was just a strange dream."

Andlat shook his head. What a weird daydream that had been. Madame Reynard was his ballet teacher, not a wicked hypnotist. He giggled. Madame Reynard stopped the music.

"What's so funny?"

"I just imagined you were a hypnotist." Andlat replied with a shrug. Madame Reynard laughed.

"You are getting very sleepy!" She said with a ridiculous east European accent. "You will be the best ballerina ever!" They both laughed for several minutes. Once they calmed down, Madame Reynard checked her watch. "Oh, my! It's five o'clock. I guess we have to call it a day." She saw Andlat's bottom lip quiver. "What's wrong, angel?"

"Now I have to wait a whole week for more ballet!"

"I know it's tough, but the week will whip by, don't worry." The doe smiled as she helped the fox undress, quickly returning the tutu to the closet. As soon as it was out of Andlat's sight, his entire demeanor changed.

"What?" He blushed as he saw the frilly cloud around his waist. "Oh, my god!" He dashed over to his pile of clothes and pulled off the panties as quickly as he could. In an instant, he was dressed as a boy again. He sped out of the studio without a second thought. Madame Reynard smiled. A little bit of hypnosis every week would make sure that he stayed under her spell forever.

By the time Andlat got back home, he hardly remembered the events of the ballet studio. He soon returned to his place on the couch, channel surfing. Ashley even seemed more civil than usual for the short time she was home before leaving to go to the mall.

Ashley returned a few hours later, just after dinner. She disappeared into her room, so Andlat took the opportunity to shower. The steady rain felt so good on his slight muscles, which seemed sore for some unexplainable reason. He noted that he was running low on his own body wash, but had enough to get his fur nice and clean, just the way he liked it. The masculine scent, while not overly masculine, made him murr with toddish delight.

He emerged from the shower and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, humming quietly to himself. He was in such a good mood that he did not notice Ashley peeking out of her room.

"Might as well get ready for bed." He mumbled as he closed the door to his bedroom behind him. He looked around the room at his desk with its computer, his dresser with the books on top of it, his closet with the tutu hanging on the outside, and his bed that he had forgotten to make that morning, just like always.

He dropped the towel and walked naked over to his dresser, his tail swaying over his perky butt. He opened his underwear drawer and passed over his briefs, which he dismissed with an expression of disgust, to grab a nice pair of frilly yellow panties. He pulled them up and over his butt and groin before grabbing a matching nightie with a white lace collar from the closet. He giggled and curtseyed to his reflection before doing a few ballet movements. Saturday could not get here fast enough.