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Andlat Fox in: The Babysitter!

Andlat laughed in delight as he chased the little tiger around the park, caring little for the mud puddles that they splashed through in their play. After all, they were little boys, who did not mind getting dirty. By the time that Andlat pounced and tackled the tiger, they were both covered head to toe in dirt. The tiger, struggling to catch his breath, pushed Andlat off of his chest.

"I gotta go." He said, still panting. Andlat nodded, realizing that he should probably get back to the awful place from which he had come. He sighed and began the trek back to the babysitter's. Jack was out of town for the weekend, so he had dropped Andlat off with a new babysitter, a rabbit with two daughters, both younger than Andlat, but much bigger, given his stunted status.

He turned onto the block that the house stood on and had made it up to the porch when the door suddenly flew open. In the doorway stood Mrs. Barnes, who was Andlat's babysitter for the weekend. She took one look at the muddy fox and frowned.

"You're most certainly not coming in here like that." She said authoritatively. "Disrobe here on the porch." Andlat laughed. Surely this was a joke. He tried to slip around her, but the rabbit was firmly in the doorway. "Now, young fox."

"I thought you had a mud room." Andlat said sincerely. The rabbit laughed, in spite of herself.

"This is a bit more than my mud room can handle." She said before regaining her strict attitude. "Strip. Now." Taking off his shirt was the easiest thing in the world, but he hesitated, cheeks beginning to turn red, as his paws came to the fly of his shorts. Mrs. Barnes stood there and waited patiently. She knew that this was hard for him, but the cleanliness of her home took precedence over the bashful nature of a filthy fox. "Go on." She coaxed gently. Andlat looked up at her shyly.

"Even my underwear?"

"What did you say, sweetie?" She asked, having barely been able to hear his shy question.

"Even my underwear?" He repeated, barely any more loudly.

"Yes, even your undies, honey." She said softly. Andlat sighed and bit his lip. Might as well just get it over with. He bent at the waist and tugged his shorts and briefs down in one motion, his paws quickly moving to cover his groin as gravity took over and pulled his clothes down the rest of the way. Mrs. Barnes nodded and allowed him to dash bashfully into the house, his tail wrapping around his waist as though his paws were not more than capable of completely concealing his crotch.

To Andlat's horror, the Barnes girls were sitting in the living room as Mrs. Barnes herded him through. They giggled in unison as the naked fox nearly dashed past, followed by their amused mother. They rose and followed after the unorthodox parade.

"Into the bathroom, Andlat." Mrs. Barnes said. Andlat obeyed, stopping just in front of the tub. He realized that he had to pee, but he was too embarrassed at the moment to even be able to find his voice so he could ask for some privacy.

The motherly rabbit slipped past Andlat and started the bath filling. Andlat stood there shyly as Mrs. Barnes's daughters continued their giggling. Alison was twelve and Sarah was ten, but both were a head and some taller than Andlat, much to his chagrin. He hated being reminded that, even at his age of seventeen, he was barely as big as an eight year old. The doctor always told him that he would grow soon enough, but why couldn't it happen already? He gratefully climbed into the tub once it was full, even though Mrs. Barnes, used to giving baths to little girls, had added a hefty dose of Barbie bubble bath, covering the surface of the water with fragrant pink bubbles. She was glad that Andlat did not object, the water quickly turning a dark brown anyway from the mud in his fur.

"Girls, let's give Andlat some privacy." Mrs. Barnes said. She rose. "I'll be back in ten minutes. If you aren't clean by then, I will be taking over, understand?" Andlat nodded meekly. Mrs. Barnes herded her girls out of the bathroom, smiling to herself. Jack was right. Andlat seemed to enjoy this embarrassment at some level.

Andlat thought little of the pink washcloth that Mrs. Barnes had left in his reach and went to work, cleaning the evidence of the day's play from his slender body. He wondered if he should sneak out of the tub and pee, but he was confident that he could hold it. Besides which, it would take away from the time he had to clean himself before Mrs. Barnes returned and some of the mud was quite stubborn in coming off.

Andlat had only gotten his arms done when Mrs. Barnes returned. In truth, she had only been gone for just under three minutes, but Andlat did not need to know that.

"Oh, dear!" She said, looking at the fox. "Looks like a certain little fox definitely needs some help, hmm?" Before Andlat could answer, she knelt and took the washcloth from him. Andlat mumbled something about being seventeen, but she ignored him as she set to work on his face. "Oh, my. I think there might be a sweet little Andlat under all this mud somewhere. How about we try and find him?" Andlat grimaced as she scrubbed his face, but she simply tutted when he tried to pull away. "Be a tough boy for me, honey. We'll get you all squeaky clean soon."

Mrs. Barnes methodically worked her way down Andlat's body, taking extra time to clean his arms even though he had done a quite thorough job. She did not want him thinking he could do anything for himself, after all.

"Nice and clean, nice and clean. Little foxy's nice and clean." She chanted in sing-song as she moved lower and lower down the fox's body. Before long, she had Andlat stand so she could get his lower half, her other paw holding his arm as though she felt the need to support him. Andlat blushed as the motherly rabbit washed his groin and bottom, not even acknowledging that his pubic fur should be evidence enough that he did not need her ministrations. His tail had a mind of its own and kept trying to wrap around his waist, but she brushed it out of the way every time. All the while, his bladder began to ache more and more.

"Mrs. Barnes?"

"Hush, sweetie. I'm almost done."

"But I"

"I know you're embarrassed, but we're nearly done here." Andlat squirmed, trying to hold back the flood, but Mrs. Barnes had the answer to squirms. She swatted his rump. "Stand still, sweetie. We're nearly done." Andlat bit his lip, willing himself to hold it just a few minutes more. He whined shrilly, his eyes screwed shut as he tried and tried. Why had he drunk so much pop earlier? Why? "My, oh my! Someone's whiny!" Mrs. Barnes exclaimed. She saw why a moment later when Andlat began to pee into the tub. Her eyes widened and she waited until Andlat was done. "Apparently, someone's even more of a little kit than I thought!" She lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in a waiting towel. Andlat looked in the mirror and realized that it was a fluffy pink Barbie towel.

She pushed him out of the room, her paws heavy on his shoulders as the little fox stumbled along. They went past the room that Alison and Sarah shared and into the guest room, Andlat's small bag still sitting, untouched on the bed.

"I was going to let you get dressed by yourself, but we can't have you leaving puddles everywhere." She went to the closet and pulled out a large cardboard box, labeled 'girls' old things'. She opened it and dug around for a bit, pulling out old blouses, skirts and a variety of other things. At long last, she exclaimed with delight that she had found whatever it was she was looking for. The fox, already nervous, gasped in terror at what she held between her paws when she turned back around. The item was a pair of girls' training pants, thick and pink with white ruffles sewn onto the rump.

"The girls were about your size when they wore these, so they should fit like they were made for you." Mrs. Barnes said. Andlat stammered nervously, backing away from her. There was no way he was going to be wearing those! "Stop fussing or it'll be a spanking. I'm your babysitter, Andlat, and you will do as I say. We need to get you in some protection before you have another accident."

"I didn't mean to." Andlat mumbled, eyes downcast.

"I know, sweetie. That's why it's called an accident."

"Do I have to wear those?"

"Yes, sweetie. They're all I have. I don't have anything around for little boys." Andlat sighed, feeling trapped. He wanted nothing less than to wear those girly training pants, but he knew that he had no choice in the matter. He looked down.

"I don't want to wear them."

"C'mon, Andlat. Don't be like this."

"Couldn't you go to the store and get some boy ones?" It seemed like a reasonable request to Andlat, but Mrs. Barnes shook her head.

"We don't have time for that, Andlat. It's going to be these."

"Those are for baby girls!" Mrs. Barnes frowned.

"Andlat, your daddy put me in charge. You'd better start listening."

"But you wanna make me wear girl stuff!" Mrs. Barnes grabbed the fox's wrist and dragged him over to the bed, setting the training panties down nearby. She set him over her lap, letting the towel fall to the floor.

"Please, no! I'm sorry!" Andlat yelled, instantly repentant. The rabbit shook her head. It was too late. She began to spank the fox, Andlat howling with every strike, even though she was spanking softly, far more softly than she ever spanked her girls. After ten spanks, she stopped.

"Ready to behave?"

"Yes." Andlat said through his tears.

"How are you going to show me that?"

"I'll wear those." Andlat nodded toward the frilly garment

"What are those?" Mrs. Barnes asked.

"The training pants."

"I thought those were for baby girls." Mrs. Barnes feigned surprise. "Does that mean you're a baby girl?" Andlat pondered this, but Mrs. Barnes struck his bottom again, even more lightly this time, to hurry him along.

"Notta baby."

"Alright. But a little girl?" The fox bit his lip and then nodded. "Will you be nice and sweet, like a little girl should be?" The fox nodded again. Mrs. Barnes nodded approvingly. "How sweet?"

"As sweet as candy?" Andlat guessed, gazing up at her. Mrs. Barnes beamed.

"As sweet as candy? How precious! Maybe that should be the little girl's name! Little Candy!"

"No!" Andlat whined.

"Oh? What's your name then, little girl?" Andlat blushed.

"Emma." He mumbled. Mrs. Barnes frowned.

"What was that?"

"Emma."

"Who's Emma?"

"Me."

"Your name is Emma?"

"Yes." Andlat's face felt as hot as the surface of the sun, he was so embarrassed.

"Well then, Emma." She said, sitting him up and examining him from head to toe. "You know what you need?"

"What?" Andlat asked, genuinely curious. Mrs. Barnes took a second to rewrap him in the towel.

"It'd be more fun if it's a surprise. You sit here on the bed and keep your eyes closed while I go grab something."

"Okay." Andlat obeyed, closing his eyes nice and tight. The room was silent for a minute or two but then he heard Mrs. Barnes return, who watching him struggle to resist the urge to peek.

"Hold your paws out, Emma." The rabbit said. "But no peeking!" There was a faint chemical smell in the air as Andlat did as he was told. Mrs. Barnes began to do... something to his paws, but what it was, he could not figure out. The ends of his paws felt strangely heavy as he felt her move down to his footpaws. What was she doing? Whatever it was, she was doing the same to his feet. Time seemed to go past at a glacial pace. At long last, the words he had been waiting for were said. "Go ahead and open your eyes, princess." Andlat did so eagerly, his jaw dropping as he saw that the nails on all four paws were now a girly shade of bubble gum pink.

"But" He stammered.

"But nothing, Emma. My girls loved having pink nails when they were little and I know you do too." She sat down next to him and began to brush his hair as the fox tried to recover from the startling shock. He did not even notice as she separated his hair into two bunches, tying each off with a ribbon to give him cute pigtails any little girl would die for. He looked up at her and felt his hair shift oddly. He reached up and felt the pigtails, which made him whimper all the more as she tied a matching ribbon to his tail, right where the fur turned from red to a creamy white. "Such a sweet little girl." Mrs. Barnes said, giving him an eskimo kiss. She smiled down at him. "But still so naked!"

"Yeah." Andlat mumbled, all too aware of it himself. Mrs. Barnes patted him on the head, right between his new pigtails.

"Would you like to put on your training panties now?"

"Yeah." Andlat said softly. Mrs. Barnes smiled and slipped them up his legs, the training pants fitting him perfectly. She set him down on the floor and pointed over to the mirror.

"What a pretty, plump girly bottom you have in your thick, ruffled training panties!" Andlat stared at the toddler girl in the mirror with her training panties, pink nails, and pigtails with pink ribbons. Mrs. Barnes was not done yet. Scooping the fox back up, she set him down on her lap to put a pair of white socks on his feet, which were almost more like booties. He wondered what the point was of painting his toenails if she was just going to put socks on him as she adjusted the droopy pink lace above his ankles. It did not matter because he looked every bit like a toddler girl now, gone from Andlat to Emma in no time at all.

"Isn't that better?" Mrs. Barnes asked, taking his paw to lead him from the room. "Now, let's go find Alison and Sarah, hmm?" Andlat pulled back and whined.

"I don't want them to see me!" He whispered shyly.

"No need to be bashful, Emma. You look adorable."

Andlat felt so very small as he stood before Alison and Sarah, both of whom were delighted by little Emma. He had to stand still as they walked around him, admiring just how convincing he was as a little toddler vixen.

"She's so precious! I could just eat her up!" Alison squealed.

"She's like a little dolly!" Sarah teased, both of them noticing all too well how much Andlat was squirming.

"So squirmy." Alison came in close to Andlat. "Did little Emma have a whoopsie?" To Andlat's horror, she checked his training panties. "Nope! Princess is all dry!"

"Little girls just squirm." Mrs. Barnes explained.

"She probably just feels so pretty and adorable, she's going to burst with girly giggles!" Sarah teased. Andlat felt tears welling up in his eyes. Mrs. Barnes noticed and swooped in.

"How about we go find you an afternoon snack, Emma?" She said, taking the fox by the paw and leading him into the kitchen. "I think I have one of the girls' old sippy cups in her somewhere."

"I don't want a sippy cup!"

"I don't have any baby bottles anymore, sweetie." Mrs. Barnes said as though she could never imagine Andlat drinking from anything other than either a baby bottle or a sippy cup. She pulled out a Cinderella sippy cup and smiled. "Perfect."

"But"

"No buts, Emma. You said that those training panties are for baby girls and you're in them, so you must be a baby girl. Baby girls in this household drink from sippy cups. Understand?" Andlat pouted, but did not argue anymore as the rabbit filled the cup with apple juice. "Let's see. What do we have to feed little Emmakit?"

"Emmakit?" Andlat whispered to himself. He should have known Jack's handiwork. He must have a paw in this after all. To his combined surprise and relief, the rabbit pulled out a few cookies and handed them to him, along with the sippy cup.

"Go eat in the living room, princess." She said. Andlat sighed, knowing that Alison and Sarah would have words to say about his sippy cup. He marched into the living room, resolving to simply ignore them, regardless of how they tried to pester him.

As soon as he entered the room, however, Alison grabbed him, setting the little fox in her lap. She saw the sippy cup in his paws and smiled.

"Does Emma have a princess sippy cup? I bet Cinderella's Emma's favorite princess, right?" Andlat ignored her, eating his cookie and trying to figure out how to drink from the cup without making it seem like he wanted to drink from the cup. It was quite a conundrum. The rabbit played with his tail, following it from the ribbon at the end of it to where it met the frilly bottom of his training panties, which she checked. "Be sure and let us know when you need to make potty, Emma. Can you be a big girl and do that?" Andlat kept ignoring her, trying his hardest not to snicker with delight. Mrs. Barnes returned to the room and smiled at Andlat sitting on her daughter's lap.

"Sarah, would you be a dear and go put the carseat in the car?"

"Why's that, mom?" Sarah asked curiously.

"I thought we'd go out for dinner tonight." Andlat stopped eating and stared at the rabbit. Go out for dinner? Surely she did not expect him to go along? "You girls can choose where. When you get back, Sarah, we can discuss it." Sarah nodded and the ten year old disappeared to go prepare the car. Andlat chewed his last bite of cookie pensively. There was no way that he was going out like this; that much was for sure.

Andlat could not postpone drinking from the Cinderella sippy cup any longer. He went for it when he thought Alison was not looking, but she giggled and rubbed his back.

"Emma was telling me all about how much she loves Cinderella, mom." She said. Andlat gasped. That was a bold faced lie! He looked over at the older rabbit, figuring that she would see through her daughter's fib, but to his surprise, Mrs. Barnes smiled and nodded.

"You were the same way when you were Emma's age."

"How old is Emma, anyway?" Alison looked down at the fox. "How old are you, Emma?" Andlat stammered, not even sure what to say. He was far too old to be dressed as he was, sitting on a twelve year old bunny's lap and drinking from a Cinderella sippy cup of all things, for sure! "Don't be shy, princess." Alison said. "Are you two? Three?"

"Three." Andlat mumbled, figuring that it was better than two. Alison smiled.

"Such a big girl!" Sarah returned just then.

"The carseat's all set, mom." She said cheerfully. "Did I hear correctly that Emma's a big girl three year old?"

"Yes, she is!" Mrs. Barnes said with a smile at the fox's squirming embarrassment. "Are you all done with your juice, Emma?"

"Yeah." Andlat wished so much to escape from this situation, which he could only see getting worse and worse as time went on.

"Good girl! Alright, Alison, Sarah, how about you two take Emma upstairs and get her dressed like a big girl for dinner. We can't have her going out in just her training panties and ribbons, after all!"

"Should we diaper her?" Alison asked. Andlat glared daggers up at her, but no one seemed to notice.

"No, she's a big girl. She'll be fine in her training panties. Isn't that right, Emma?"

"Yeah." Andlat said, feeling so small on Alison's lap as everyone talked about him.

"Yeah to what?" Mrs. Barnes asked.

"I'll be fine in my" He paused shyly, his cheeks burning. "My training pants."

"Oh, ick, Emma!" Alison said. "Icky boys wear training pants. You're a perfect little girl. You wear training panties."

"Whatever." Andlat muttered.

"Go get her dressed, girls." Alison and Sarah smiled to each other, clearly excited about the prospects of getting to dress the sissy fox. Alison set Andlat down on the floor and patted his bottom.

"Lead the way, princess Emma!" Andlat marched off, blushing as he realized just how much he waddled in the thick training panties, their interior layer of plastic rustling with every motion. He grumbled as Alison and Sarah made a point to walk slowly enough that they did not overtake him, following his waddling all the way to the stairs, where Alison picked him up without warning. He yelped in surprise as she placed him against her shoulder and started up the stairs, patting his puffy bottom with every step.

Rather than going to the guest room where he had first 'become' baby Emma, they headed for the nursery. Alison held Andlat tightly as Sarah made a beeline for the closet, which she threw open, revealing a great number of party gowns that any baby girl would be thrilled to see. Andlat, to put it mildly, was somewhat less than enthused as Sarah began to search through them, clearly already having a dress or two in mind for the sissy fox.

"I don't wanna wear a dress." Andlat mumbled to Alison. Alison smiled and tickled his belly.

"Cheer up, Emma. You'll look so pretty!" She said. "No need to be shy. We won't let you walk out of here in anything less than the cutest dress we can find." Sarah had three or four dresses in her arms as she came over to where Alison and Andlat were. Alison set Andlat down on the changing table and Sarah held up the first candidate.

It held a certain resemblance to Cinderella's dress, blue with bubble sleeves, but unlike Cinderella's floor length gown, this one fell short enough that Andlat knew his training panties would be visible if he moved even slightly the wrong way. He stuck his bottom lip out and pouted as Alison and Sarah moved his arms through the sleeves, putting the dress on him.

"Doesn't little Emma love her pretty dress?" Alison asked teasingly. Andlat grumbled.

"Maybe she's just grumpy that her bows don't match her new dress. Is that it, baby Emma?" Sarah said just as teasingly.

"How about we try the pink one on her next then?" Alison suggested, holding it up. Andlat grimaced. Sarah ignored him and nodded eagerly.

"Oh, yes! Little Emma loves pink! I mean, look at her nails, bows, and her puffy training panties!" Sarah reached down and checked the fox's training panties, just to be safe, before she began to remove the dress, Alison standing by with the aforementioned pink one with its lattices on the bodice and ample bows on the short sleeves. Andlat grumbled, but feared what would happen if he squirmed too much. He was not going to dinner in just the training panties, not that he desperately wanted to go out in a dress either.

Almost as soon as the blue dress was over his head, Alison had the pink one slipping back down his body.

"I see little Emma's head!" Alison cooed as his head popped out of the dress's vaguely peter pan collar. "Such a pretty little vixenkit!"

"Am not." Andlat muttered darkly. Alison and Sarah did not hear him or at least chose to ignore it as they evaluated Andlat in the second candidate for his dinner outfit. Andlat hated how each of the dresses thus far held his frilly bottom in a cloud of petticoats, making him feel as feminine as could be.

"Pink seems to be Emma's color." Sarah observed. "She looks sugary sweet in it!"

"No teenage boys here." Alison added. "Only sweet little baby vixens!" Andlat growled at this, but that only encouraged the girls more.

"What if we took off her training panties so that everyone could see that under Emma's dress, she's really a little sissy boy?" Sarah said through a wicked grin.

"Her little stiff weewee pointing for all the world to see!" Alison exclaimed, liking the idea quite a bit.

"What's the matter, Emma?" Sarah asked. "Don't you like the idea of everyone seeing your little weewee and knowing that you're just a little sissy boy who loves his frilly dresses and being a pretty, prissy sissy?" Andlat's face burned as he shook his head.

"Well," Alison said. "I guess your only choice is to be a perfect little girl so we don't expose your tiny secret, hmm? Isn't that right?"

"Yeah." Andlat whispered meekly, the two girls seeming to tower over him.

"What was that, princess?" Alison asked.

"I'll be a perfect little girl." Andlat said, staring down at his feet.

"So wipe that frown off your face, Emma, and tell us if you like your pink dress or blue dress better." Sarah said.

"Now, now, Sarah." Alison held her paws up. "Let's let her see her third option first. I bet she'll love it!"

"I liked the blue one more." Andlat said, desperate to get out of the pink dress. The girls exchanged a look.

"Well, you'll love your third dress, Emma. Trust me." Alison said, going over to the closet and pulling out a white dress, its bubble sleeves had pink bows at the end and a thick pink sash went around the waist. It was every bit as short as the other dresses, its skirt filled by alternating rows of petticoats, repeating white and pink. Andlat got the feeling that once the dress went on, it would be nearly impossible to convince the girls to take it off him.

"What do you think, Emma?" Sarah asked, noticing the fox's obvious dismay.

"I still like the blue dress." He said, hoping that he could persuade them. Naturally, it was to no avail.

"Come on, Emma. You haven't even tried it on yet!" Alison exclaimed. "Sarah, help little Emma take her pink dress off." In short order, the fox was back to just his frilly training panties, not that that made him look any less like a little girl. Alison swooped in and slipped the dress down over the fox's head, once again threading his arms through the sleeves for him. Andlat thought about complaining, but he figured that the girls would purposely misinterpret it as him voicing a desire to wear the dress and he could not have that. Alison buttoned the dress up his back and tied the sash as Sarah fussed over the skirt, making sure it was not rumpled. Once they were happy, Andlat found himself set in front of the mirror so that he could see himself, the puffy training panties quite evident even under the dress with their frilly lace ruffles.

"We took a little girl and made her into a little princess." Sarah cooed, playing with the ribbons in Andlat's pigtails.

"Are you sure?" Alison said, her wicked grin returning. She reached under the dress and tugged down Andlat's training panties in one motion, revealing his penis. "Little Emma's a sissy boy!" Andlat's face burned with a rare intensity of embarrassment as the girls laughed at his attempts to pull the training panties back up, anything to hide his shame from their eyes. Alison refused to let him succeed. "See how much our little sissy boy wants to wear training panties?" She said, holding his training panties around his mid-calf.

"Maybe he's afraid of having accidents?"

"Is that it, Emma? Are you afraid of leaking?" Alison asked.

"No!" Andlat declared abruptly full of defiance. The girls simply giggled.

"Maybe she just likes how pretty they are!" Sarah guessed.

"Is that it?" Alison asked. "Don't fib or you won't be getting your training panties back." Andlat grumbled. He was trapped, for sure.

"I like how pretty they are." He mumbled. The girls smiled and allowed him to tug them back up.

"Now curtsey, Emma." Alison ordered. "Every little girl needs to curtsey, especially if they're a little sissy boy!" No stranger to having to curtsey, Andlat just got to it, the girls applauding.

"Good girl, Emma!" Sarah said.

"Very nicely done, sissy boy. You'll be doing that a lot while you're here." Alison said. She picked him up, checking his training panties as though he had wet them in the last minute or so. "Now, let's go show mom the pretty dress that you picked out for yourself." Andlat sighed as Alison carried him back downstairs to where Mrs. Barnes waited.

Mrs. Barnes had entertained herself with a magazine while the girls had taken Andlat upstairs and she tried as hard as she could to stay focused on it as she heard them approaching, trying to convince Andlat that he was very pretty.

"Ta da!" Alison declared grandly. Mrs. Barnes looked up and beamed as she saw the fox, standing there in his little white and pink dress, blushing. She clapped her paws with delight at the little sissified fox, his training panties quite visible amidst the petticoats.

"Who picked out this dress?" Mrs. Barnes asked. "Was it Alison?" Andlat nodded.

"It wasn't me, mom." Andlat's jaw dropped as he looked up at Alison. Why did she say that? "Was it Sarah then?"

"Not me, mom." Sarah said.

"You mean Emma picked it out all by herself?" Andlat was shocked by this betrayal as Sarah and Alison both nodded and agreed. "And here I thought you didn't like dresses, Emma." Andlat opened his mouth to argue, but the girls were quicker.

"She was just shy, mom." Sarah said.

"Yeah. She told us about how she wears nothing but dresses just like this one at home." Mrs. Barnes nodded as though that was what she had suspected all along. She stood and picked Andlat up, her finger slipping into his training panties.

"Is that right, Emma? Then why did you bring nothing but boy clothes to stay here?" Andlat had had enough of this. He growled.

"Because I am a boy!" To his dismay, Mrs. Barnes was more than prepared for this outburst. Into his muzzle went a pink pacifier with a butterfly shaped shield.

"We do not shout in this house, little girl." Mrs. Barnes said. "I know that Emma's a cranky girl because she didn't get a nap today." She rocked him back and forth in her arms. "Sweet little Emma can nap in her car seat on the way to the restaurant and then I think we'll put you straight to bed when we get back." Andlat whined into the pacifier, but Mrs. Barnes was firm. "Now, now, Emma. A good little girl keeps her paci in her mouth until a grown-up takes it out for her." Andlat bit down on the rubber bulb of the pacifier, which made him feel just a little bit better.

Andlat pouted over his outfit while Mrs. Barnes and her daughters went around, preparing to leave. He quickly became aware that Mrs. Barnes was preparing, of all things, a diaper bag for him. He whined into the pacifier, but could not protest with the thick bulb in his muzzle. He made due standing by the couch and fussing over the dress, trying to get it to cover his babyish panties, if at all possible. He feared just what going out to eat would entail for him, but he figured that it would not be anything good.

"Do you need to go potty, Emma?" Mrs. Barnes asked. "You're all squirmy!" He waited for her to remove his pacifier, but she made no move to do so. He simply shook his head. "Remember, Emma. Big girls use their words." Yet, she left his pacifier in his muzzle.

"No." Andlat lisped around the pacifier. Mrs. Barnes smiled at how adorable he sounded.

"No what?"

"I don't need to go potty." The fox said, blushing.

"Are you sure, Emma?"

"Yes." Andlat said simply.

"Okay." Mrs. Barnes said. "We'll be leaving for the restaurant just as soon as the girls are ready." She sat down on the couch and set Andlat in her lap, idly playing with his pigtails as if to remind him of their existence. Andlat simply chewed on the pacifier, not willing to actually suck on it or do much of anything. He would simply endure this treatment, nothing more.

Alison and Sarah soon declared that they were ready to go, so Andlat found himself being carried out to the car in short order. Mrs. Barnes personally saw to buckling him into his car seat between Alison and Sarah, who both grinned as they noticed how the buckles pushed his dress up to show off his training panties. He tried in vain to cover up, but it was hopeless. He grimaced and hoped that it was a short trip.

"Girls, just let me know if Emma has an accident in her training panties." Mrs. Barnes said as she got behind the steering wheel. "She might not tell us herself."

"She's still such a little girl, isn't she?" Alison teased, delighting in the fox's humiliated squirms in his car seat.