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Andlat Fox and the House of Tomorrow

Chapter 2

The room that they entered was everything that he had feared it would be; a baby's nursery with nothing but pink frills and lace for decoration. It had everything from a crib to a changing table to an enormous doll house in the corner.

"Let's go back to the bedroom from before." Andlat suggested, full of apprehension. The robot laughed.

"This is the same room, princess. You must still be a little sleepy from your nap, hmm? Well, don't you worry. Nanny's going to get you all set to go see your daddy, okay?"

"What? No! Abort! Shut down!" Andlat yelled desperately. The robot smiled and, removing the towel, set him down on the changing table. "Deactivate program!"

"Sorry, munchkin." She said as she ran a strap snugly across his torso. "You're too little to have any command prompts to shut me down." The fox suitably restrained, she bent over and blew a raspberry into his tummy. He could not help but squeal and squirm. "So cute!"

"Let me go!" Andlat yelled once he had regained his composure. The robot shook her head.

"Not until nanny gets you ready for the day."

"You're not my nanny!"

"You said I could pick my own name." She said. "So, I thought you could call me 'nanny'."

"No!" Andlat struggled against the strap. He had to escape before it was too late. Maybe he could slip under it. It seemed unlikely to work, but he had to try! Sucking in, he wiggled back and forth, slowly sliding down the vinyl cover of the changing table. This could actually work. With a triumphant bark, he jumped down onto the floor and ran for the door. The door closed quickly, trapping him inside.

"Uh-oh! Looks like a little jaybird is trying to fly the roost!" The robot came over and picked him up. Andlat fought his hardest, his claws clicking against the robot's robin's egg blue exterior. She did not seem to notice his efforts as she returned him to the changing table. "Guess I have to keep my eye on you. I forgot how sly little vixens can be!"

"I'm not a vixen!" Andlat protested. The robot's head tilted inquisitively.

"You certainly smell like a little vixen." Andlat gaped.

"How dare you? You did that!"

"You did not complain during your bath time." She said as she unfolded a diaper.

"I don't want a diaper!" Andlat protested, nearing a panic. "I was wearing underwear earlier."

"Princess." The robot said sternly. "I am growing tired of your constant arguing. I am your nanny and it is my responsibility to take the best care of you I can." Andlat whimpered as she came closer with the diaper. "But, I know cubs like to feel in control, so I will give you a choice. You can either be a big girl or a baby girl."

"I'm a big boy."

"That is not one of the options, sweetie." She said. "Maybe you're too little to get to choose." Andlat sighed.

"What were the options again?"

"Big girl or baby girl."

"Big girl." Andlat mumbled sullenly. She tutted and shook her head.

"I will not abide mumbling. You have one more chance to answer in a clear voice" She held up a finger to silence Andlat before he could interject. "And politely. Say 'may I please be x, nanny'." Andlat frowned, clearly irritated by this. He remained silent long enough that the robot wondered if he thought silence would help him avoid making the choice. At long last, he spoke, his voice tiny and meek.

"May I please be a big" His tail thrashed anxiously. "Girl, nanny?" She smiled and nodded, lifting his legs and slipping the diaper underneath. "Huh?"

"You still need your diaper, sweetie." She said. "While not a baby, you are not quite ready for the potty yet."

"You tricked me!"

"I most certainly did not." The robot said, scandalized. "Nanny knows best, remember?" Andlat grumbled and stuck his bottom lip out in a practiced pout. "Such an adorable little girl I have!" She cooed as she rubbed powder into his fur. "I bet you would be showing just how much you secretly like this if it were not for your little innocence keeper, hmm?" Her clawed finger clicked as she gently tapped his chastity tube.

"Shuddup." Andlat muttered.

"Hmm." The nanny said sternly. "I see that we will have to review your manners after this." She chuckled as the fox's ears flattened. He did not like the sound of that. "I think" she said as she taped the diaper around his waist. "Style guides recommend for chastity tubes and plastic panties to match."

"That's not true!" Andlat interjected. She did not respond, instead pulling out a frilly, prissy pair of pink plastic panties with an abundance of lace and bows. Andlat whimpered as she waved them around to fluff them out before slipping them up his legs.

"Such a good girl for not squirming." She praised. Andlat glared up at her, but she did not notice, or at least pretended not to. "See how much more mellow you are? I think someone likes her panties." "Do not!" Andlat whined, barely restraining himself from covering the front of his diaper. Did she have x-ray vision or something? He did not think she did. She was a robot nanny, not a robotic spy!

The nanny's ears pricked up as rain began to hit the window of the nursery and she sighed. Andlat almost asked her what was wrong before she finally explained.

"We were going to go play outside, but now we will not be able to." She said sadly. Andlat shrugged, somewhat glad he was not going to have to go outside dressed like he was. The robot's smirk seemed full of deviousness as she scooped Andlat up, setting him down on his feet in front of the window. "Do you know the rainy day song?"

"I don't think so." Andlat said hesitantly.

"It goes 'rain, rain go away'."

"Oh, that one." The nanny nodded with a warm smile.

"Sing nice and loud for nanny!" She gave him a gentle pat on the head.

"Rain, rain, go away." Andlat sang, fully aware of the fact that he wore nothing but a frilly diaper. "Come again some other day." He looked up at the robot, who gestured for him to continue. "Andlat wants to go and play, so rain, rain go away." The nanny clapped.

"Very good, sweetie. That was a lovely warm-up run-through."

"Warm-up?"

"Well, yes! When you sing it for real, you simply must use your real name."

"My real name?" Andlat repeated. "Andlat is my real name."

"Little girls who tell fibs get punished, munchkin." She said. "Boys named Andlat would never dress the way you are." She looked around the room. "Why, this looks more like the room of Andlat's sweet baby sister." She giggled. "How could you have the same name as your big brother, silly?"

"I dunno." Andlat mumbled, feeling more and more trapped.

"Maybe you are too little to know your name?" She said with mock concern. "Nanny can name her little baby girl if that is the case." Andlat grumbled.

"I know my name."

"Alright, alright." The nanny patted him on the head again. "Nanny will give you another chance. Sing your real name and then we can get you dressed the rest of the way, hmm?" Andlat nodded meekly, shifting back and forth, which caused his diaper to crinkle audibly even under his plastic panties. "Go on!"

"Rain, rain, go away." Andlat sang softly, staring out at the rain that streaked down the window. "Come again some other day," He whimpered as he paused, looking beseechingly up at the nanny. "Emma wants to go and play, so rain, rain go away."

"Emma!" The nanny gushed. "What a positively perfect name for such a sweet little girl!" Andlat blushed and squirmed in place as the nanny looked on with a maternal smile. "Would nanny's sweet little girl like a pretty dress? Of course she would!" She could tell that Andlat wanted terribly to respond. "Something on your mind, pumpkin?"

"No." Andlat replied shyly. The nanny picked him up, returning him to the changing table.

"You sit right here, Emma." She said, relishing his new name. "Nanny will pick out the prettiest dress she can for her little puffy-bottomed princess." She practically floated over to the closet, seemingly not paying Andlat any mind. "Emma's going to be such a pretty little vixen once nanny's done." Andlat grumbled and immediately began to move slowly toward the edge of the changing table. It would not be too difficult to jump down; the hardest part would be outrunning the robot. He knew he could do it on a normal day, but with the diaper on, it might prove difficult. Did he have time both to take it off and make a run for it? He doubted it.

Checking over his shoulder to make sure that the robot still had her back to him, Andlat jumped and hit the ground running, although he did stumble just a bit. He raced toward the door, feeling confidence swell within him. He was going to make it! His face fell as the door suddenly closed. He tried the knob, but it refused to turn.

"In this house" the robot said without even turning to look at him. "No baby girls go anywhere without nanny." She paused, still digging in the closet. "Of course, you're still on the changing table because you're a big girl who can follow nann?y's directions, aren't you, Emma?" Andlat gulped and moved back toward the changing table as silently as he could with his bottom crinkling and rustling. "Only a baby would be unable to follow such simple directions." He reached the changing table, but had no idea how to climb back up there. It had only been a small jump down, but now it seemed too high to climb up. He had to try however.

He used the handles of the drawers beneath it to climb up, his diaper giving him a fair amount of trouble due to its intrusive bulk. Just as he got back onto the changing table, the robot turned around with a smile.

"What a good girl!" She praised. "You have not moved an inch, have you?" She smiled as she noticed that Andlat only had eyes for the dress she held. Matching his plastic panties perfectly, the dress had bubble sleeves and a skirt filled with row after row of fluffy petticoats. He had no way to know until she put it on him, but the skirt was short enough that it would not get caught even when he crawled, giving each and every observer an unobstructed view of his puffy diapered bottom. "If you were really a boy, I expect you would have tried to escape."

"I did!"

"Oh?" The nanny feigned surprise. "In that case, you must have hurried back here before nanny turned around, hmm? I would hardly call that rebellious, Emma."

"My name's Andlat!"

"Sweetie, you told me yourself that your name is Emma." She gently turned him to look at a screen on the bookshelf by the crib. He whimpered as video of him singing appeared on the screen. He hated how much like a little baby vixen he looked as he tried to sing the rain away.

"Play the video from before that!" Andlat protested. "The first time I sang the song, I said my real name."

"We both agreed that that was a warm-up, Emma. Warm-ups do not count." The nanny replied gently. "Now, enough dilly-dallying. You need your dress." She tapped the fox's nose for emphasis. "Can you imagine what your daddy would say if he woke up from his nap to find you still not in your dress?" Andlat looked away. He knew that if Jack saw him like this, he would insist that he go the full distance and put on a dress, if not even more. "So, time for your dress, Emma?" Andlat stared up at her. Did she actually want him to ask for the dress? It seemed like something she would want, for sure. That did not mean that he wanted to ask for it. What alternative did he have though?

"Yes." He mumbled before adding as an afterthought "please". The nanny smiled.

"I knew once you calmed down, your manners would come flying back!" She gathered the dress in her paws a tad bit more quickly than a living nanny could have. "Can you put your arms up in the air for me, Emma?" Andlat bashfully lifted his arms. In an instant, the nanny had set the dress aside and, swooping in, began to tickle under Andlat's arms. Her ambush startled the fox so badly, he could not help but squeal and kick, trying to prevent the nanny from finding his most ticklish places. "Is Emma ticklish?" The nanny teased. "Yes, she is! Yes, she is!" She leaned down and blew a raspberry into his belly, Andlat exploding again in squeals and giggles. "What a precious sound my little girl makes!" She cooed before finally relenting.

"No fair!"

"One of the oldest tricks in the book, princess." She replied, gathering the dress in her paws again. "If you start glowering again, Emma, nanny will have to tickle you until you tinkle in your puffy baby vixen panties." Andlat grumbled and raised his arms, just eager to get dressed, even if it was a baby girl's dress instead of the awesome big boy clothes he had worn earlier. "Such a pretty girl!" The nanny crooned as she pulled the dress over his upraised arms and his head, spending what felt like a small eternity adjusting his skirt to ensure it looked as fluffy as possible. "There we are!" She kissed the top of his head before turning him around so he could see his reflection. "What do you see?"

"Me."

"And you're a?"

"Little girl."

"Very good." She gently lifted him to his feet on top of the changing table, still facing the mirror. "How about you show nanny how well you can curtsey?" Andlat quickly curtsied, fully aware that it was sloppy. The nanny clapped her paws appreciatively. "And to think that I actually let you be a big boy for a while."

"So you admit it!"

"Yes, but the whole time, I knew you were a little girl." She replied. "When you were in just your cute little boy undies, I wanted nothing more than to dress you up just like you are now, Emma." She hugged him. "The best things are worth waiting for, of course."