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It felt to Andlat that he lay in the crib for an eternity, knowing from the experiences of last summer that there would be no escape from its confines until someone let him out. He shuddered as he wondered what Jessie and Jenny had in store for him after this nap.

His nose twitched, the scent of baby powder still heavy on the air. He could not believe that no one had come to investigate what happened to him. What if Jenny and Jessie had just gone back to their rooms, preventing the adults from ever catching wise? They could leave him here for an hour, then come in, get him dressed back into the clothes he wore before, and it would be like it never happened, other than the photos. That seemed too easy for them. They had tormented him for days last time!'

He looked at his paws, encased in their mittens. He spat out the pacifier and tried to pull off the mittens by biting down and pulling. No such luck. He couldn't even gnaw the straps loose. The latch to lower the side of the crib was on the outside. It would be impossible to squeeze his mittened paw through the bars to do that. He got to his feet to try, but the booties made it impossible to stand unaided. He grumbled and crawled over to the latch, puffy bottom crinkling and bonnet bouncing. Using the bars of the crib, he eased himself up and tried to reach the latch, with no success. He glared at his reflection in the mirror.

Startled, he fell onto his rump with a whumpf as the door opened. He feared the worst as he waited for Jenny and Jessie to come in.

"Looks like someone's up." Jack said, slipping into the nursery and closing the door.

"Thank goodness you're here!" Andlat exclaimed. Jack smiled and looked the fox over.

"You've had an eventful afternoon, haven't you?" Andlat nodded, the bonnet bouncing again.

"Yeah. Jenny and Jessie thought this was funny." The fox explained bashfully.

"Mmm." The wolf said, leaning over the crib with a smirk. "Well, it seems to me you're in a crib, so you know what you need to say." The fox's face paled and he chewed his lower lip for a moment.

"Emma want upies." He intoned. Jack smiled and lowered the side of the crib.

"Let's get this off you, hmm?" The wolf eased the fox onto his back and started removing his booties and mittens.

"I just didn't want to say no to my two favorite nieces." Andlat explained. "They think it's funny to dress their uncle up like this."

"Mmm." The wolf said, removing the fox's bonnet. "That can stay." He said, pointing to the fox's diaper. Andlat blinked in confusion. "I'll find you a dress for the rest of the afternoon." The wolf walked over to the closet.

"Daddy! No!" Andlat whined, all pretense of calm maturity vanishing in his panic. The wolf did not even hesitate, grabbing a bright yellow dress. Its bubble sleeves and tufted bodice flowed naturally into the voluminous skirt that clearly was short enough to allow the wearer to crawl if she needed to.

"Jenny and Jessie told me that you asked to be baby Emma; that you were worried about puddles."

"No!" The fox exclaimed, utterly scandalized. "They're lying!"

"Mmm." The wolf said, slipping the dress over the fox's head, threading his arms through for him

"They are!" Andlat insisted, still in a state of near panic. "You never believe me!"

"Well, who should I believe? Them or the little fox who fibbed ten times before we got in the car this morning?" Andlat did not have a reply. "Besides, your big boy undies were pretty stained, even before you fell in the puddle." Andlat opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He knew that he had lost. "We'll have to change your panties." The wolf murmured, studying the fox's pantied bottom, which peeked out from the bottle of his very full skirt. "Pink and yellow? What a faux pas!" Andlat tried to think of some way out of the situation as Jack bustled around, gathering plastic panties and bows, all in yellow.

Quick as the proverbial brown fox, he jumped from the edge of the crib and dashed toward the door. He had enough experience in diapers to know how to move quickly, but he still could not escape.

"Kit." Jack's tone was calm, but no nonsense. "Come back here. You're not appropriate yet." He came over and picked the fox up. Sitting down in the chair where Claire had fed Andlat many bottles last summer, Jack lay the fox on his lap, belly down. "That was very naughty, running away from daddy. Don't you think you deserve a spanking?"

"I guess." The fox mumbled.

"Do you deserve a big boy spanking on your bare bottom or a baby girl spanking on your puffy baby vixen panties?" He let Andlat mull it over for a moment, knowing full well what he would choose.

"Big boy spanking." The fox said cautiously. Jack carefully withheld his surprise.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Andlat nodded, chewing his lower lip apprehensively. The wolf shrugged and lowered the fox's pink plastic panties, exposing his pink diaper. Jack tugged down the diaper as well. "Last chance." The wolf said, gently rubbing the fox's bottom, which smelled noticeably of baby powder. "Here I go." Jack raised his paw up in the air. Andlat stiffened as he braced himself for the spanking. "Three... two..." The fox's legs began to kick and he squealed.

"I want the baby girl spanking!" He yelled, his paws flying back to cover his rump. The wolf paused.

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm a baby girl!" Andlat whined, still covering his butt.

"Alright, alright. Move your paws, princess, so daddy can put his baby girl back in her crinkly baby vixen panties." Andlat complied and Jack pulled the diaper back over his bottom. He took the opportunity to remove the fox's pink panties, replacing them with an equally frilly pair of yellow rhumbas. "Now, Emma. Why are you getting a spanking?"

"I was naughty." The fox mumbled.

"That's right. Good baby girls don't toddle away from daddy, do they?"

"No." The fox said bashfully.

"Good girl. Daddy doesn't like giving his princess spankings, so she has to be a good girl, okay?"

"Okay." Andlat felt utterly defeated as he lay across the wolf's lap in his bright yellow dress and thick, poofy diaper. Jack patted the fox's rub a couple times. Raising his paw, he gave the fox five smacks in quick succession, the diaper absorbing the lion's share of the spanking.

"What do you say, munchkin?"

"I'm sorry for toddling away, daddy." Andlat mumbled. Jack smiled and moved the fox into a sitting position on his lap.

"What's Emma missing? She's got her frilly, frilly dress. She's got her puffy, puffy diaper. She's got her pretty, pretty panties." He pointed to each item as he named them. "What could it be?" Andlat grumbled as Jack pretended to wrack his mind for what was missing. "What could it be, Emma?" He tickled the fox's belly.

"Boy clothes." Andlat muttered darkly.

"Well, your pacifier is one thing you're missing." The wolf mused, sticking a convenient yellow pacifier into his mouth. "But every little princess needs bows!"

"Bows?" The fox moaned around the pacifier. "I don't want those."

"You promised to be a good girl for daddy, Emma. What's the rule?"

"Baby Emma trusts Daddy to make her the prettiest baby girl ever." Andlat recited. Jack nodded.

"Your cousins certainly set the bar high, didn't they?" He said as he tied a big yellow ribbon into a bow on the fox's tail, right where his red fur gave way to white. "I think pigtails will put this look beyond theirs."

Andlat grumbled as Jack set him down on the floor, his pigtails bouncing with even the slightest motion. He knew without even trying that the dress would never cover his amply padded bottom. The calm, mature fox that he had been at What's the Scoop? was gone, replaced by a prissy princess baby vixen.

"Toddle over to the mirror and took a look, sweetie." Jack coaxed. Andlat knew better than to refuse, grumbling as he watched his reflection waddle closer and closer to him as he neared the mirror, dress flouncing up and down over his frilly plastic panties. "A baby girl to brighten any room." Jack exclaimed, towering over the little fox.

"Daddy." Andlat whined, but the wolf simply smiled and kissed the fox atop his head.

"Everyone downstairs is expecting you, princess. Make sure you make your grand entrance!" Andlat raised his arms, expecting the wolf to scoop him up like always. "Not this time, princess. How about you show Daddy that you can be a big girl and walk downstairs?" Andlat nodded, a bit embarrassed that he had not even tried to convince Jack to let him walk.

Turning, he waddled out of the nursery, trying his hardest to ignore both the crinkles of his poofy puffy baby vixen panties and the cooing sounds that the wolf made as he walked behind the fox. Everything went reasonably smoothly until he reached the stairs. There was no bannister, and he knew that trying to navigate them in his current ensemble would only mean tumbling down the stairs. He looked back at Jack, who simply smiled.

"Seems to me like you've got two options, Emma." He said. "You can either crawl down them backwards or you can slide down each step on your tushie." Andlat whimpered. Neither of those options sounded like the sort of thing a mature fox would do. They sounded like toddler options, more than anything. He weighed his options for a moment as Jack looked on. Making his decision, he bashfully sat at the top of the stairs and began to slide down from step to step, his dress lifting to reveal his amply padded bottom.

At some point, the wolf slipped around the fox and waited for him at the bottom of the stairs. Once Andlat joined him, the wolf quickly adjusted the fox's dress and bows.

"Such a big girl!" He praised. "You'll have to tell your cousins all about how you went down the stairs all by yourself! Last time you were here, they had to carry you down the stairs, didn't they?" The embarrassed fox nodded meekly, knowing better than to argue with the wolf, even as he checked the fox's diaper.

"Stop." He mumbled as the wolf fussed over his dress.

"Gotta make you look perfect for your performance."

"I don't want to perform!" Andlat whined. The wolf nuzzled his cheek.

"Just sing five songs and then you'll be done, okay?"

"One song." Andlat said defiantly.

"Baby girls don't get to negotiate, munchkin."

"I'm not"

"Don't start, Emma. When I found you napping in the nursery, you were a baby girl. Since then, you've behaved solely as a sweet little princess." He kissed the fox's nose. "It's a little late to change your tune."

"Is that a music pun?" Andlat asked in annoyance. Jack smiled and kissed the fox.

"How about just three songs, princess? I'm a Little Teapot, the wee-wee song, and" The wolf paused to think. Andlat dreaded the third song, given that the first two were embarrassingly childish for him to sing. "And how about a few verses of 'What Are You Wearing Today?' You know, from that Wee Sing video?"

"Huh?"

"Sally's wearing a red dress, red dress, red dress. Sally's wearing a red dress, all day long." Jack sang. Andlat hated to admit that he did remember the song. "You can do a few verses about what you've got on, hmm?" Andlat nodded meekly, but he already felt embarrassed.

"Couldn't I do 'Little Bunny Foo Foo'?" Andlat asked shyly.

"That song is much too violent, princess. Bopping mice on the head." Jack shook his head. "Nope. Stick with those three songs. Auntie Claire will love the weewee song. She used to sing it all the time. It annoyed me then, but I'd love to hear little baby Emma's take on it." He stood up, towering over the fox again. "Now, do you want to be carried in or can you toddle in like a big girl?"

"Toddle." Andlat mumbled.

"No mumbling. Ask nicely, Emma."

"Can I toddle?"

"Try again, Emma. You're sounding like a fussy little kit, not my proper little princess. Does someone need another spanking on her tushie to remind her to be a good baby girl?" He smiled as the fox's paws naturally went to his frilly bottom to protect it.

"May I please toddle in, daddy?" Andlat asked, curtseying slightly for good measure.

"Of course you can, sweet pea." He gave the fox a pat on the butt to get him going. Before Andlat even reached the living room, he whimpered and whined from embarrassment.

"There she is!" Claire exclaimed as he waddled in. "My favorite baby niece!" Andlat whimpered and curtsied, figuring that that was the right response. Claire, Jenny, and Jessie all cooed as he stood there, pawing at the hem of his dress self-consciously.

"Emma's going to perform for us, isn't she?" Jack said, sitting in an armchair next to the couch on which Claire and her daughters sat. Andlat nodded bashfully.

"Go ahead, Emma." Claire said reassuringly as Jenny and Jessie got their phones ready to record. Andlat took a deep breath, feeling embarrassed tears well up once again in his eyes. He launched into I'm a Little Teapot, complete with the dance. As everyone clapped for him, Jack looked at him expectantly, pursing his lips into a kiss. Andlat gasped and quickly curtsied, blowing kisses to the girls and Claire, which only made them more excited for his next musical number. Andlat curtsied one more time before moving on to his next song.

"When I was just a wee-wee tot, they took me off my wee-wee cot, and put me on my wee-wee pot, to see if I could wee or not." He blushed and whined as Jenny and Jessie's smiles grew wider and wider as the song continued. "When they found out I could not, they took me from my wee-wee pot, they put me on my wee-wee cot, and there I wee-weed quite a lot!"

"And that's why you wear diapers!" Jenny exclaimed. As everyone laughed, Andlat went through his curtsies and kisses, a few tears of embarrassment slipping down his cheek. Jack noticed and swooped in.

"There, there, princess. Cousin Jenny didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He said, hugging the fox gently and checking his diaper. "Isn't that right?"

"I'm sorry, Emma." Jenny said, failing to sound sincere.

"C'mon, Jenny. Try harder than that." Claire said. "You made your baby cousin cry." Jenny nodded.

"I'm really sorry." She said, kneeling down and hugging Andlat. Andlat grumbled. He did not want to forgive Jenny. He halfheartedly hugged her. "Can we see your last song please?" Jenny asked.

"No!" Andlat said. Jenny backed away, a bit taken aback by his ferocity. Andlat yelped as Jack swatted his rump.

"Emma! That was very rude. Apologize to your cousin."

"Sorry." Andlat mumbled.

"Emma. You can either apologize like a proper little princess or Daddy can give you that spanking you talked your way out of earlier." Andlat gulped and squirmed.

"But"

"But nothing." Andlat sighed and stomped a little bit. It was so unfair!

"I'm sorry, Jenny." He said, curtseying. Jenny grinned.

"Apology accepted, Emma." She returned to the couch.

"Now that the tears and apologies are over, how about Emma sings her last song for us?" Jack suggested. Andlat whimpered. He had hoped that he could get out of the last song. Jack smiled. "Pretty please, Emma?"

"Ok." He mumbled before slowly swaying from side to side to show off his dress. "Emma's wearing a yellow dress, yellow dress, yellow dress." He sang. "Emma's wearing a yellow dress, yellow dress today."

"Now your bows." Jack instructed. Andlat nodded meekly, pointing to his bows.

"Emma's wearing yellow ribbons, yellow ribbons, yellow ribbons. Emma's wearing yellow ribbons, yellow ribbons today." Everyone applauded before Jack chimed in again.

"How about what you've got under your dress, sweet pea." Andlat whimpered and lifted his dress to show off his puffy baby vixen panties.

"Emma's wearing yellow panties, yellow panties, yellow panties. Emma's wearing yellow panties, yellow panties today."

"Emma's a baby girl, a baby girl, a baby girl. Emma's a baby girl, a baby girl today." Jack sang, scooping Andlat up. He kissed the blushing fox's cheek. "That was very good, Emma. You're Daddy's little performer."

"It's a shame she didn't bring her tutu, hmm?" Claire said. "She gave us such a nice performance last time." Jack smiled and sat Andlat on his lap.

"How about you tell auntie how many tutus you have at home, hmm?" Andlat nodded meekly.

"I have five of them. Two pink, two yellow and one white." Andlat said shyly, glaring at Jenny and Jessie's barely stifled giggles.

"Oh, my! Why do you have so many?" Claire asked. Andlat whimpered and did not answer.

"Emma's bashful, but she takes ballet three days a week." Jack explained. He hugged the fox and smiled apologetically. "You'll have to come to her next recital. She's in the Twinkle Tots, so they really just twirl and prance, but she's the best at it."

"Daddy! Hush!" Andlat mumbled into Jack's chest. Jack gave him a firm pat on the bottom to get him to stop complaining. He squirmed as he felt the wolf check his diaper as well. He refused to use the diaper, even though he had not used the bathroom in quite some time, other than to wash his paws before they went out for ice cream.

"How about I get us some refreshments?" Claire suggested, standing up. Andlat peeked out a bit. After all, that sounded relatively innocuous. Just as she was leaving the room, she turned back and looked at Jack. "Sippy cup or bottle for Emma?"