Andlat imagined himself to be the bravest knight in all the land as he ran around the backyard. He wore a red cape and swung a stick around, fighting a whole horde of goblins with his magical sword. He laughed as he moved the sword around in his best attempt at a complex maneuver he had seen in the movie he had watched the night before, slaying a whole slew of goblin attackers.
He grinned as he advanced closer to the tower, which was in reality a large tree in the backyard. He imagined that there was a princess in the tower who needed to be rescued, and he was the knight who would rescue her.
As he approached the tree, he sheathed his sword into the rope he wore around his waist. He looked up at the leaves high above, searching for how to rescue the princess.
“Princess!” He shouted up. The only response he received was the wind in the trees. “Prinzessin!” He yelled.
“I’m not a princess!” A tinntinnabulous voice replied. Andlat gasped in surprise as a beautiful doe emerged from behind the large tree. She wore a green and brown dress and seemed to float along as she approached the young todd.
“You’re a fairy!” Andlat realized. He was not sure how, but Andlat knew in his heart that the doe was a fairy. She nodded, giggling.
“And you are such a brave knight.” She said warmly. Andlat smiled.
“Thank you! I fought a lot of goblins to get here.”
“Yes, I know.” She replied. “Yet, wouldn’t you be happier playing something else?”
“I like being a knight.” Andlat replied.
“Is it your favorite thing in the world?” She asked as she touched his chin with one of her graceful paws. Andlat tried to nod, although it was difficult with her holding his chin.
“Yes, miss fairy.” He said politely. She smiled.
“You have a cape and a sword and everything, hmm?”
“Yep!” He said happily, patting his sword with one paw.
“But you’re missing a princess, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. She was supposed to be in the tower, but I don’t know where she went.” Andlat shrugged. The fairy smiled at how in-depth the fox was with his game.
“Well, she has to be around here somewhere, right?” The fairy looked around overdramatically. Andlat giggled and did the same, walking around the tree. The doe watched him, smiling a maternal smile. “Where is that princess?” She wondered aloud. Andlat shrugged again.
“Can’t you use your fairy magic to find her?” He asked innocently. The fairy smiled. That was precisely what she had been waiting for.
“I suppose I can try, Sir Andlat.” She said. The fox beamed. “But I’ll need a magic wand. I think your sword would do well.” She watched as Andlat cautiously pulled the stick out and handed it to her. “And I’ll need your cape too, to give me the bravery of a knight.” Andlat considered this for a moment before handing it to her as well. He stood there in just his t-shirt and shorts as she placed the cape on her shoulders. She began to cast the spell, speaking many arcane words and waving the stick sword around majestically.
To Andlat’s surprise, the spell lifted him up into the air. The fairy simply kept chanting, her eyes closed. His shirt slid itself up and over his head as he squirmed. His shorts began to follow suit, but Andlat caught them in time, holding them up over his diaper. He growled, refusing to let his shorts escape his grips. The fairy chanted louder and louder and as she did so, the force pulling down his shorts grew stronger and stronger. Andlat yelped as the shorts slipped from his grip, ending up on the ground, neatly folded with the shirt. He whined loudly as he floated there in nothing but the pink diaper he had been put in by Daddy just before playtime. The fairy stopped chanting suddenly and opened her eyes.
“Princess! There you are!” She said happily.
“What? I’m not the princess! It’s me, Sir Andlat!” He stammered. The fairy laughed musically.
“Nonsense! Sir Andlat wouldn’t wear pink diapers. Besides, he was a todd. You’re clearly a vixen.” She gestured up and down Andlat’s body. He looked down and realized that the spell was holding him in a feminine posture.
“I’m a todd!” He protested, but the fairy ignored him.
“Those mean old goblins stole your pretty clothes, didn’t they?”
“What pretty clothes?” Andlat asked grumpily.
“Oh, no! The goblins must have had their wizards cast a spell of amnesia on you!” She looked at Andlat closely. “What is your name?”
“Sir Andlat Fox.” Andlat replied immediately.
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” He frowned as the fairy put a paw to her head in shock.
“Their villainous magic is powerful.” She touched his shoulder. “Listen to me, sweetie. Your name is Emma Rose. You are the princess vixenkit of the kingdom of Esissia. The evil goblins cast a spell on you to make you think that you are a todd named Andlat, but that is not true.” She reached under the red cape that she had taken from Andlat and pulled out a pair of frilly plastic panties. “Let’s get you back into your royal garments and hopefully that will bring back your memory.” She smiled as the fox eyed the plastic panties. They were pink with a bounty of white lace on both the rump and the crotch. Embroidered around the waist was Princess Emma Rose Vixenkit. The fox made a face, but the fairy simply slipped the plastic panties up and over his thick diaper.
“Still think you’re Sir Andlat Fox?” The fairy asked as she traced the curves of Andlat’s diaper and panties.
“Please just let me go.” Andlat whimpered. The fairy smiled and kissed his nose.
“We haven’t even gotten your stockings on yet!” She teased as she pulled them out of nowhere. Andlat whimpered and wiggled in midair as she held up a matching pair of pink stockings, each topped by a big white bow and lace around the entire cuff. The fairy slipped them up his legs, the cuffs resting at mid-thigh, leaving a brief blast of red fur between the pink and white diaper and the pink and white stockings.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Andlat moaned. The fairy smiled.
“I think the spell’s starting to break!” She teased. “Here’s more proof of who you are, princess.” She pulled out a photograph and showed it to Andlat. He studied it. It was a picture of a kit lying on her belly on a pink and white checkered blanket. She wore nothing but a thick diaper, covered by the exact same plastic panties that Andlat wore. Atop her head was a big pink bow and she grinned at the camera. She had the same color eyes as Andlat in the same white mask of fur. The caption of the photograph read ‘Emma Rose Vixenkit, Princess of Esissia’. The fairy smiled. “Believe me now, sweetness?” She said with a chuckle. Andlat frowned. It had to be a trick! It just had to.
The fairy smiled as Andlat thought it over. This was going as well as she had hoped. She twisted her paw in a circle, making the fox spin slowly so that she could truly take in the puffiness of his diaper and panties. He was meant to wear baby girl clothes. Of that, the fairy was certain. She giggled as she tried to imagine him in baby boy clothes instead, but something about the fox in a sailor suit defied imagination. He needed bows and lace, simple as that.
Without hesitation, the fairy added a pair of plain white Mary Janes to the fox’s footpaws. Andlat gazed down at his new shoes, grumbling at how they somehow made his footpaws look petite and feminine.
“Don’t you like them, princess?” The fairy asked. Andlat shook his head. “Well, don’t worry. You have an endless number of shoes.”
“I don’t want stupid girly shoes.” Andlat muttered, kicking his footpaws as he floated there. The fairy muttered something about stubborn goblin curses before she produced a pair of fluffy pink mittens from the cape. Enough was enough for Andlat and he crossed his arms, shoving his paws into his armpits. “I am not wearing those!” He announced, ironically sounding as commanding as a bratty little princess.
“I could paint your nails instead.” The fairy suggested with a knowing smile. Andlat gaped, trying to figure which would be the lesser of two evils. As he pondered, the fairy took each of his paws and very calmly slipped the mittens onto them. She tied the ribbons attached to them around Andlat’s wrists.
“Take these off.” Andlat whimpered.
“In a little bit, princess.” The fairy replied.
“What’s your name?” Andlat asked abruptly, trying anything to delay the fairy’s feminization of him.
“You may call me Yeva, princess.” She replied sweetly, smiling at the sissy fox. “I’m one of your ladies-in-waiting.”
“So I don’t have a nanny?” Andlat said in surprise. “I mean, Princess Emma doesn’t have a nanny?” Yeva smiled.
“Of course you have a nanny, silly!” Yeva kissed his cheek. “She changes your diapers and feeds you, remember?”
“No.” Andlat replied sourly.
“Oh, wipe that grumpy look off your face, princess!” Yeva said sweetly. “It’s time for your dress!” With an elegant flair, she revealed the dress. It was thankfully white, but the bubble sleeves and frothy pink petticoats made the fox cringe. With ease, the doe slipped the dress over Andlat’s head. He immediately realized that the petticoats held the skirt nearly vertically, not doing a thing to hide his diaper in its frilly panties. The bodice fit him tightly, emphasizing his feminine frame as the doe tied a pink sash around his waist.
The doe inspected the poor fox, smiling in approval. The mental image of the fox when she had found him was so far-removed from the baby vixen that she almost had to remind herself that they were the same fox.
“Just one or two things left, princess.” Yeva said sweetly. Andlat frowned as she revealed a pink and white bonnet.
“If I’m a princess, shouldn’t I get a crown?”
“Crowns are for boys.” Yeva said with a giggle. “You’ll get a tiara, when you’re older.” Without another word, she put the bonnet on Andlat’s head. “Princess Emma’s a baby in her baby bonnet.” Yeva saw the fox opening his mouth to argue, so she popped a pacifier in, patting his diapered butt. To her delight, Andlat began to suckle like he had yet to be weaned.
Yeva studied the fox as she lowered him magically down into a waiting stroller, which was more of a bassinette on wheels, the perfect place for such a dainty princess. She pushed the stroller, which rolled along without a bump, even on the uneven ground. She watched in amusement as Andlat struggled, trying desperately to sit up. His face grew more and more red as he became frustrated.
“Just lie still, princess. Some fresh air will do you good.” She heard Andlat growl around the pacifier, but she simply smiled and walked around the yard with him in the stroller.
There was no way for Andlat to tell how much time had passed before the fairy stopped and lifted him out of the stroller, his legs dangling uselessly in the air as his diaper was exposed for all to see.
“Do you remember your name?” Yeva asked sweetly, plucking the pacifier from his muzzle.
“Yes.” Andlat whispered, knowing full well what name she meant.
“Tell me your name.” She coaxed gently. Andlat blushed, whispering the name as softly as he could. “Try again, and speak up.”
“Pri-“
“Now, now. Princesses use full sentences.” She kissed his snout. “Try again. My name is…”
“My name” Andlat said, his face as red as a beet, his tail tucked deep between his legs. “My name is Princess Emma Rose Vixenkit.”
“Good girl.” The fairy praised. “Now then. Playtime is done, sweetie. But don’t be sad.” She could tell that the fox wanted nothing more than to escape her grasps, but she held him tight. “Your daddy isn’t home yet, so you’ll be able to scurry upstairs and change.” Andlat squirmed.
“Then let me go!”
“Not quite yet. First you need your homework. Once you get upstairs, you’ll need to stand in front of your mirror and curtsey at least five times, saying ‘My name is Princess Emma Rose Vixenkit’ each time.” She kissed his snout again. “Understand?” The fox nodded, his bonnet flopping. “Then, you need to stand in front of your mirror for another five minutes, admiring your pretty outfit.”
“Okay. Fine.” Andlat said.
“If you do that, your pretty clothes will disappear after you take them off.” She paused. “Failure to obey my instructions will mean that they’ll stay visible and your daddy will surely find them.” Andlat gulped. Daddy had finally gotten rid of his baby girl clothes not too long ago, and the little fox did not want them to come back! “Here’s the most important part.” Yeva continued. “Tomorrow, and every day from now on, you must come outside so we can play princess.”
“Every day?” Andlat repeated with a whine. Yeva nodded.
“Yes. If you miss a day, there will be dire consequences for you.” She said, still sweet even in her threatening. She set him down on the grass. “Now then, hurry inside and do your homework, princess.” Andlat started to hurry away, but she stopped him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?” Andlat asked, puzzled. Yeva smiled and to the fox’s dismay, his body dipped into a curtsey. “Thank you for playing with me, miss fairy.” He heard himself say in a cute little vixen voice. He blushed and dashed inside, hiding his face in his paws. Yeva smiled. If the fox forgot to come out tomorrow, he would become a princess more and more often until he was always a princess. After all, only little girls recognize fairies when they see them!
