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"Andre" - (c) 2009-1217.1527 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved

Andre Rousseau was born and grew up near Lyons, France. You got your own life, so I won't bore ya with all the details. Andre's mom was a fashion model (sorry if French fashion models are a stereo- type) who was some Paris government official's mistress. Andre didn't see his father much.

I dunno if it's just people in the fashion industry who're pretty casual about nudity and sex, or Lyonnites, or French in general. It wasn't socially improper to have a mistress, or a married man to be mistress for, or to have unmarried parents. OK, Andre was a bastard, quite literally, but it wasn't a stigma, wasn't held against him, just a fact.

Of course, 'O' the professional model (no, not the American talk-show host) had intermittent work, and had to be ready to go to some stranger's studio or location on a moment's notice. She wasn't the only model, so she took Andre to work and they all looked after him. He was a baby model himself, mom held him and dressed him for the cameras. He was even breast-fed on camera for baby-food commer- cials. Tastefully of course.

It was perfectly normal in that society, so there was no shame being nude. Andre saw his mother and the other models nude almost every shoot, and he grew up accepting their beauty and grace of movement without thinking it was sexual. There were many male models too; although they socialised between film rolls or setups wearing bathrobes for warmth, the men and women sometimes worked nude together. Artistically that is.

It was just another fact, like blue sky or green grass, that men and women looked different. Men were often more muscular, and Andre saw them move and lift weights to show off their bodies, to advertise the clothes or weight-training machines. If you cover everything up, how can you show the result of all that effort?

And women have curves, why not show them off? Sure there were cosmetics, the flesh showed it off to best effect. Andre saw the photos and compared them to his memory; the best pics didn't use tricks like airbrushing wrinkles out, they showed that ordin- ary people, who'd buy the products, could look younger and more beautiful. Not just professional models.

That meant the products had to really work. Americans don't know how badly they're being tricked by all that goofing around; the photos don't really show what the cosmetics do, just the photog's skill at covering up reality. Americans don't want to see reality anyway, they prefer the lies.

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Anyway, Andre had a pretty normal French life, I guess. He noticed his body changing as he grew up, and the models told him about it. Don't be scared, it's just body hair, even women have it. If you want, you can shave it or cover it or even dye it. It's just a fashion statement. His mom jokingly called women 'innies' and men 'outies'.

Andre wasn't quite a teen when he found out what the parts did. Other models brought their kids, and a girl a few years older showed him in the costume room. She didn't have much experience though, and Andre had none, so there was a lot of fumbling around. He told his mom, did you know this? and they all stopped joking around. He wasn't in trouble, but it was time to talk seriously.

Part of growing up is learning adult activities, and Andre was scared because it was so new. He'd heard people 'making love' but now it was his turn. Everything was new to him, he had no pre- conceived ideas, and he learned to have sex to please his lovers. Of either gender.

When Andre was sixteen he learned of an American company called Biological Synthetics Incorporated because they were expanding into Europe. He'd traveled inside the Union for shoots and started assisting the photogs as he learned the profession. He knew the artistic side of the business from doing it and now did behind-the- camera work. He learned loading and developing analog film to get effects you can't do with digital, and learned computer editing of scanned images and digital camera downloads.

He went with several models and mom to America. Some province called Montana, a city called Butte. He'd learned to talk American from his fashion work, and knew the joke. Butte was spelled like butt, derriere, but pronounced differently. He appreciated a shapely butt.

Saying 'Biological Synthetics Incorporated' took a little time, and Americans were always so impatient! They'd say 'BSI' for the medical products manufacturer and 'BioSyn' for something new to Andre, using genetic code to mix humans and animals. It sounded wonderfully perverted to Andre, and he wondered that the usually stuck-up foreigners could imagine such a thing.

It was just one of many self-contradictions in America.

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Andre wanted to make a name for himself as a fashion photog- rapher in America. Dad had been caught up in some scandal back home, Andre didn't understand why, and Mom had her professional contacts back in France. It was only a few hours airplane ride back home, and Andre had a cell phone that worked in America and Europe, so he set up shop with an established older photographer. Both outies, they got used to each other's casual nudity quickly.

Um, it's not important here to say what the young Frenchman learned from this, except some Americans were more easy-going than others. Hubert was kinda interested in Andre's talk about BioSyn and their Furson and Product catalogs. See, when you mix DNA, you can modify a human to be furry or make an animal talk and walk upright. Andre and Hubert got interested in Going Furry and Andre talked to BioSyn docs.

Andre liked the artistic looks of the slinkier Furson products. He looked at Biosyn Dog and Cat series Fursons, but he needed Hubert's help with the American terms he hadn't yet learned. 'Taxonomy', 'Car- nivore', 'Felid', 'Canid', 'Mustelid' ... He could guess, because the terms were repeated, they were groups of animals you could become, from most general to more specific. The history was kinda interesting too, but it should have been written in a more interesting way.

Andre liked the Furson pictures, but his critical eye saw room for improvement. Hell, he was seventeen, just starting profes- sional work, and he could make more true-to-life pics than these guys who'd been pro for years! He could make it look so inviting everyone would want to pay BioSyn to Go Furry! He had to find out for himself what it would be like.

Andre Rousseau decided to Go Furry himself, and he became Andre Weasel.

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John Thomas (yeah, I know it sounds fake) was an African- American middle-class guy who grew up expecting some privileges but got upset when he learned about what was done to his ancestors. He saw Alex Haley's 'Roots' and read the book. How could people treat other people badly just because their skin was a different color?!

He started hating whites and got in trouble at school. That started a vicious circle cause the law was white guys who just saw a black troublemaker. It got nastier and nastier until a black pastor told him people had been hating other people for thousands of years and making up little differences they could use as excuses for it.

Heck, they were Baptists, a branch of Christianity, and that religion started from Judaism when a nice Jewish boy found out he was special and the thirty-year-old preacher got nailed to a tree for saying let's all be nice to each other!

It didn't excuse the injustice, just gave John some perspec- tive, to know the whites' ancestors had been persecuted because of their religion. And the Hispanics had been mistreated, and the Asians, and the ...

There was a novel about a guy whose dreams affected reality. His shrink started making him dream the shrink's version of a better world. The shrink had him dream a world where nobody hated anyone else because of skin color, and everybody became the same yucky gray!

OK, no skin color differences, so no hate. But that's the easy way out; if you can change reality, make it so everyone's different, but nobody cares!

In the real world, some company out West was goofing around with reality. In Butte Montana USA, Biological Synthetics Incorporated was making human blood and organs to improve their health. Made a lot of it, with DNA recombination. So the price went way down and everyone who needed it could get it. The patent-holding greedheads objected, but so what? Serves em right, most people benefited!

I've repeatedly written about BSI products, so I'll move on. John Thomas kinda liked goofing on people, so he read up on BSI and BioSyn. They had two main product groups, kinda like Plymouth and Dodge cars, if you remember them. BioSyn added animal DNA to humans to make Fursons furry, and added human DNA to animals to make em talk and walk upright. BioSyn made them as slaves.

John was repelled at first and it seemed disgustingly per- verted, a return to human suffering, to make fur slaves. But it wasn't hating different skin color, language, religion, or anything. It was a moral decision, fur slaves were never human, didn't have 'unalienable rights' to violate.

Some of John's neighbours felt sorry for fur slaves and took them into their homes, like a dog or cat from the shelter. But mixes, as the slaves were called, were made by humans for humans. And their minds were twisted, to make them think slavery was normal!

Yeah, mixes were products. Expensive ones, too. They were physically stronger than their human ... owners; quicker reactions and keener senses. The ownership of slaves started with industry owning laborers for heavy and dangerous work; they were idiots who knew very simple words and were just self-mobile tools you could order around. Companies used slave guards for the same reasons -- if someone attacked, the animal would stop them. If the beast was killed, it was just property loss, like a guard dog. No big deal.

Then hospitals used labor for patient care, just the physical stuff. The beasts never got impatient or angry, they were too dumb. Perfect for outpatient care too; they'd stay with a disabled person, an invalid, or an older person who needed a companion. That's why people keep dogs, but these were brighter beasts, they knew English and could learn what you wanted of them. A totally obedient guard dog, who would die to protect you, but could take care of its own needs, never bother the neighbours with barking.

Then people bought fur slaves as domestic servants; maids, cooks, day-care, gardeners. They'd keep an infant out of danger while parents worked, be home to greet a schoolkid. People didn't make someone slave out of hate or prejudice, or to punish them.

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John met a lovely fur slave at his friend's home. She was a mix of human and skunk, but without the scent. She just had such lovely fur, black with the white stripe, and let her owner fondle her whenever he wanted. The owner was a bit of a lech, and would have been in trouble if she'd been human, but she was enough of a beast he felt her and nothing more.

She satisfied his desire to touch and fondle a female, and had the breasts and rump he craved. But skunks like it rough, and she resisted his advances because he demanded it. He liked over- powering women, and she was enough for him. It was actually a help to him, kept him away from humans. And that wide tail she caressed him back with satisfied his need for closeness and companionship.

John saw how humans treated their fur slaves, and became interested in their place in society. Just as there are organisa- tions to prevent animal cruelty, John wanted to protect mixes. He liked the way the skunkfur looked, and started looking at BioSyn's Product Catalog. He found her code easily and could have owned a copy.

But BioSyn also had a Furson Catalog. It was a bit scary to look like an animal, but John was fascinated by the pictures. Before and After, when someone gave permission. John wanted to fight the good fight, make a difference, improve someone's life. He could fight for mix rights better if he understood a bit more about why people wanted slaves, and how the slaves felt with their furry bodies and animal heads. John was a bit lonely, saw there were Furson support groups, and made a fateful decision.

John Thomas remembered the lovely skunkgirl and her French owner, and became Jacques Skunk.

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Andre Weasel had his photog mentor, and moved into Hubert's loft. The older man had spent many evenings discussing Going Furry with Andre, and wasn't too shocked when the ... animal ... rang the doorbell. Andre Weasel still had hands to use the cameras, and now his eyes and ears worked even better. But he'd lost something, and his artistic sense suffered a bit, because he just couldn't see very subtle color differences anymore!

He could still set a mood with light, though, and started photographing other Fursons. BioSyn sent their reps with them, and were favorably impressed by Andre's professionalism. They didn't care he had another male in the place as long as the photos sold people on Going Furry.

Hubert had a problem, and it was because of his job. He'd been developing film by hand for decades. Yeah, consumers just go to chemists and get machines to break open, develop, and print their amateur pics, and that's OK. No insult at all, if you just want quick vacation pics.

Professionals are held to higher standards, to get paid for it. So they need greater control, artistically and technically. They still used developer, stop, and fixer; liquid chemical baths you time and adjust to get the illusion of depth from flat paper. But the chemicals are poisonous, and you have to know how to handle and dispose of them safely.

Hubert was as careful as anyone could be, but he still had to duck his hands in the poison to hold the film. It stained his fingers, and soaked through his skin into his blood. Hubert was slowly poisoned by the silver and other heavy metals.

He had a little time to settle his affairs, and Andre cried with him as Hubert deteriorated. It was quick at the end, and Hubert didn't suffer. Hubert could've spent his savings for a few more months but he'd lived a good long life, and Andre inherited Hubert's life- long love of photography as well as the savings and loft.

It was very hard for Andre to go back to the now empty loft, and he got very depressed and started drinking heavily. It wasn't healthy, and BioSyn was his Furson healthcare provider. They had head docs, that Andre had seen to get used to the fur; and now he needed them again.

Some African-American guy had just Gone Furry and was in the same waiting room. Andre had a thing for black-and-white furry guys, and fell in love immediately with the lonely-looking Skunk. Maybe it was just rebound from his own pain and need, but Andre needed a friend and Jacques Skunk wanted to help the bedraggled Weasel. Andre cleaned up his health for the Skunk and they moved into Hubert's old loft.

Andre threw himself back into BioSyn photography, and Jacques used their contacts in BioSyn to agitate for mix rights. Soon Andre had a BioSyn shoot with a light-gray and white CatGirl with dark-gray gloves and boots. The three became friends although Gina was kinda secretive about her life, but that was usual for Cats. When a TomCat named Horace showed up one day, saying he'd seen Andre's work, Jacques saw the black-and-white fur and knew Andre'd want him.

For photos and other stuff. Jacques loved the Weasel for letting him into Andre's life, giving him a home, and for the fur. I said skunks like it rough, and Weasel&Skunk had done some adult things with bondage so Jacques could find out what slaves and owners felt. Email me if you want the details.

Andre liked the name Jacques, since he was French, and the two were pretty liberal about their feelings. Hugs and kisses feel good, and it doesn't matter what parts your partner has. You just enjoy what's there. Andre liked Jacques' outie as well as Gina's innie.