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Andlat stepped out into the royal gardens, yawning in boredom. It was a nice day, but what was there to do out here? He had bored inside and he was even more bored outside. In his immense boredom, he lashed out at a rose bush, which proved to be a bad idea as the thorns scratched his bare paw. He growled, annoyed by this perceived betrayal.

"You shouldn't have done that." Andlat paused. Who said that? The voice did not sound anything like any voice he had heard before. He felt at once calmed by its melodiousness. He turned and did not see anyone. This caused the unseen speaker to giggle. "I'm down here, silly." He looked down and saw a little pink woman who seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. She was only as tall as his hand from wrist to the tip of his pinkie and he kneeled down to have a closer look. He did not notice several other faeries, for that is what they were, drawing around him.

"What are you?"

"Why, that's quite rude." The faery giggled. "My name is Lilal. What is yours?"

"I'm Andlat."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Andlat."

"You too, I guess."

"You should be more gracious, Andlat." Lilal said. "It's not very often that we speak to little boy foxes." Her emphasis fell far more on the word boy than on little, but Andlat still fixated on it.

"I'm not little. I'm seventeen."

"And the youngest faery I know remembers the childhood of your great grandmother, so you are quite young to us." Andlat considered this.

"So, if you never talk to guys, why are you talking to me?"

"You're a very special boy, Andlat." Andlat felt somewhat unsettled by how she said special and grinned afterward. She was planning something. Of that much, he was positive. "After all, you accepted the existence of faeries without a second thought."

"Well, it's kind of hard to argue with you standing right there." Lilal nodded, focusing solely on keeping Andlat occupied while her sisters began to weave a rather powerful enchantment. With luck, Andlat would be entirely unaware of their presence until the time came for the activation of the enchantment, by which time, it would be too late to escape his destiny. The faeries had been watching Andlat for a long time and had not failed to notice that he was quite a brat, rude to his servants and pretty much everyone else who interacted with him. That had to change.

"Is there anything you have ever wished to ask a faery?"

"Do you guys really have magic?" "Why, yes. We do." Lilal said, smiling. She waved her hands over a rosebud and it bloomed into a fragrant flower.

"What else can you do?"

"Since that did not impress you, how about this?" She coaxed the rosebush into growing larger and larger. Andlat's expression hardly changed. Lilal had expected as much. "Are you still not impressed?"

"That's cool and all, but I expected something, I don't know, more, I guess." Andlat said. Lilal was pleased that he sounded at least somewhat apologetic. Perhaps there was hope for him after all. Still, she knew better than to consider abandoning the plan.

"Hmm." She said, looking thoughtful. "Well, I cannot think of any other demonstrations that I could show you." Her sister Megana signaled her and she nodded so subtly that no human could have seen it. "Oh, wait. Something that I am sure you will be overjoyed with just came to mind." She waved her hands in intricate patterns, whispering under her breath as her sisters joined in in unison. Andlat looked around himself, only now realizing that he was virtually surrounded by a number of faeries, all of whom were chanting in a musical yet eerie fashion. A light purple aura began to dance around Andlat's limbs, matching every move of his body down to the rising and falling of his chest as his breathing increased from anxiety. The aura grew stronger and Andlat began to gently lift off of the ground.

"Okay, I'm impressed." Andlat said, but the enchantment continued. His belt undid itself and gravity took over, his loose pants sliding down his legs. The faeries' giggles were like bells as they saw his white briefs. Andlat blushed and tried to pull his shirt down, but it was slithering its way up over his head. The fox tried to fight it, but it was single-mindedly determined to get off him, it seemed.

Andlat floated there for a moment as the faeries delighted in seeing the once proud teenager now stripped down to just his juvenile underwear, his blush covering much of his torso as well as his face. His royal clothes danced around him, dodging his attempts to grab them. Faeries are by nature mischievous creatures, after all.

"Are you prepared for the next phase, Andlat?" Lilal asked.

"What's that?"

"How about we explain via demonstration, girls?" Andlat's mind raced. What was about to happen to him? He gasped as his underwear began to develop color, but not a color he would have wanted in a million years: pink. Not only was it turning pink, it was also puffing up dramatically into a thick diaper, fit for any baby girl. Andlat tried to pull off the diaper in horror, but it remained around his waist. "So much more appropriate." Lilal said with a smile. Their magic was not done yet.

Andlat's shirt bore his family's royal crest, but the faeries did not care about that. It began to shift and transform into pink satin as the lower hem elongated and developed several layers of petticoats. An outcropping of prissy bows popped up. Andlat's eyes bulged out of his skull as his royal shirt transformed into a little girl's party dress, albeit one big enough that he knew it would fit him perfectly.

With a twist of her wrist, Megana sent the dress over Andlat's head and sliding smoothly down his slender body. It buttoned itself up his back out of his reach. The faeries smiled. The feminine cut of the dress fit his body perfectly. They had considered the need to alter it, but that appeared unnecessary. The young fox was meant to be a sissy.

"What are we going to do about the hair?" Lilal wondered aloud.

"I have an idea." Megana said. She waved her hands and a few sprouts rose up out of the earth and twisted in the air, becoming lengths of white ribbon. Two settled themselves on either side of Andlat's head, pulling his short hair into pigtails. The third grew larger and became an enormous bow on his brush, right where the red fur gave way to the white.

"Perfect." Lilal said.

"Why are you doing this?" Andlat's voice cracked from fear.

"We love playing with little sissy girls." Lilal said with a giggle. Andlat's face burned. He was not a little sissy girl! When he told them this, they simply laughed. "You will be." Lilal said knowingly, sending a chill down Andlat's spine.

Their spell concluded by lowering Andlat to the ground. To his horror, Megana waved her hands and made him dip into a deep curtsey, flashing his considerable padding, which peeked out from the dress no matter what.

"Change me back!" The fox whined, stomping his footpaw. The faeries giggled at the fox's tantrum.

"Why would we do that?" Megana asked. The fox stammered. How dare these faeries be so defiant!

"I am a prince! I command you!" The faeries exchanged a look and Andlat immediately knew that he had made a terrible mistake, but a prince does not beg forgiveness. A prince does not apologize. A fat pink pacifier appeared in his muzzle.

"You're in no position to make commands." Lilal said sternly. The fox growled, but found himself suckling on the pacifier instead of spitting it out. He tried harder, to no avail. He swore angrily at the faeries, but the oversized bulb of the pacifier muffled his coarse words beyond the point of incoherence.

"Say bye-bye to your big boy prince words!" Megana teased. "Just little baby sissy princess babbles now!" Andlat's face burned red from embarrassment and rage. He clenched his fists and the fast-thinking faeries waved their hands. The vulpine prince's paws became wrapped in super thick pink cotton mittens with big white hearts embroidered on the inside paw and white ribbons tied around the wrist to keep them on.

"Someone's a fussy baby girl!" Lilal exclaimed. The faeries watched with delight as Andlat stared down at the mittens, his paws completely incapacitated. Thinking quickly, he turned to run away from the faeries. He underestimated just how thick his pink diaper was and he fell to the ground with an oomph! He landed on his paws and knees, giving the faeries a perfect look at his amply padded bottom. They flitted over, patting his rump and thwarting his attempts to get back up or tug his dress down over his diaper.

"You know what our sissy princess needs?" Lilal said mischievously. Her sisters smiled.

"What?" Megana asked.

"A nice pair of plastic panties to cover her diaper."

"Oh, my!" Megana said. "We don't want her to go from little miss piddle panties to little miss leaky panties!" Andlat's eyes widened and he tried to get up and run from the wicked faeries, but he just could not stand right with such a puffy diaper between his legs. The faeries quickly wove a prissy pair of pink plastic panties; festooned with all the lace, bows, and frills they could fit with an extra layer of padding just to make the fox's bottom look even more deliciously babyish. Andlat whined loudly into the pacifier, so horribly embarrassed about everything as they slithered up his legs and snugly over his diaper. The faeries all giggled at how embarrassed and humiliated and babyish the fox now looked.

"Little baby princess!" They chanted, flitting around him mockingly, the fox's eyes filling with tears. He swore not to cry, but he was feeling so very overwhelmed by all this. The faeries noticed this and relented for a moment.

"Perhaps we've had enough fun with our little sissy princess." Lilal said thoughtfully. The others nodded, but Andlat could tell that they were hesitant to end the game now.

"I have one more idea." Megana said as she fluttered over to her sisters and they whispered in conference for a moment. All Andlat could hear was their giggles and he knew that it could not be anything good that they were planning. They turned and looked at the fox predatorily. They chanted for a short while and Andlat turned, startled, as he heard a familiar voice from his childhood.

"There's the princess!" Mrs. Roo, his former nanny, stood towering over him. She was nearly six feet tall, so even in adolescence, Andlat felt dwarfed by her. She scooped him up despite the fox's squirms. She patted his bottom. "Princess Emma's not soggy yet. Did she enjoy playing in the garden?" Andlat growled and tried to protest around the pacifier, but Mrs. Roo simply ignored him. "Let's get you into your pram." She said, bounding over to a nearby pink frilly baby carriage, Andlat's eyes widening in horror as he stared at it.

"Nuuu!" He whined around the pacifier, to no avail. The kangaroo hummed softly to herself as she set her charge in the carriage.

"There we are, princess. Doesn't that feel nice?" The faeries giggled as Andlat squirmed desperately, dress rustling and diapers crinkling. "Let's get you back inside, Emma."

"My name's not Emma!" Andlat growled, but the pacifier, enchanted by the faeries, reduced his protests to babyish coos and babbles.

"Such a precious baby girl." Mrs. Roo cooed, tickling his belly lightly. The faeries laughed at the fox as the kangaroo began to push the carriage inside. A few days, a week at the most, of being a little baby girl would teach the fox that it was never a good idea to insult faeries.