by Kitten

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It’s been some time since I looked back on my past. One look and it and you’re probably thinking I was crazy for following this path. But I’m proud of it. And I didn’t travel it alone. Someone was by my side and guided my path to this spot.

It started back in the village I grew up in. It wasn’t the biggest, nor was it the most populated. It was small, but it was functional. Back then I was a little boy exploring the world around me doing as I was told like any child does.

For convenience parents stuck all their children in one spot to learn about life during the day so they are all taught at once, called school. I enjoyed school mostly for the people there, I was as helpful as I could be, and was happy to help, sad when I had no use, but I pushed on nevertheless. When people had no use for me I slipped away and secretly snuck into the girl’s uniform or clothing that I managed to scurry away from under people’s noses. It felt right to me to be dressed that way, but I couldn’t admit it. I’d shame myself and my family if anyone knew so I hid it.

As I grew older into adolescence I was still helping people happily willing to do what they asked of me to a point, and still sneaking off when I had no use to dress up. During these years I stared at the woman with envy, wanting to have what they had, but couldn’t have. Whenever they saw me staring they thought I wanted to undress them, which in a way is true, for I felt I wanted more to wear their clothing and share in their joy then just lust, but they saw it as lust and scoffed and walked off. It was also during these years my parents started slowly ignoring me. Father would disappear to the tavern at night and Mother; she looked so distant, like she was seeing through me to the wall behind.

Going into adulthood my only true friend was my older sister, but she was married and had moved out 4 years prior. Still longing to be used, I kept doing things for people, but they always threw me away once they got what they wanted it always hurt. An older man saw me one day and noticed I was different, he saw in me what I was trying to hide, or I didn’t see myself.

One day he came up to me and chatted with me, thinking nothing of it I didn’t have a problem. I was just grateful for the attention this man was giving to me. He extended an offer. He told me that he knew what my potential was, and that how I was living now, I wouldn’t come close to reaching it. He didn’t tell me anything about my dressing up, he took things slow trying to keep me from running away.

I accepted his offer and started hanging out with him whenever I could. He encouraged me to be myself, but to never cross him. I started calling him Daddy after a while. It felt right to call him that. He was the father I never had. As time went on to help me realize who and what I truly was inside, he started planting ideas and nudged on them till they took hold.

The first thing I realized was something I already knew early on in life with my dressing up, I wasn’t a boy, I was a girl. And I wanted the world to see me as such and treat me as if I was one. I brought this to Daddy, when I did I was so scared at being laughed at I was crying and shaking. He simply hugged me and told me that he always knew, I asked him how he knew looking up at him with fear written on my face. He told me that when he first saw me, I wasn’t like other boys, though I didn’t go out of my way to act like a girl, the clues were there, and that he still wants to help me.

Well as time went on, he treated me as the girl we both knew I was, calling me Kitten, but was still nudging on something. Well eventually the nudging got too much then I could handle and I ran away from him and hid from the world. When I realized what I had done, I cried, I was scared wondering how I was going to face the world now.

Well months passed, and I felt hollow inside, I hadn’t helped people for a long time, I haven’t dressed up, and everything I felt…was gone I was just purely existing. I had no drive, no will to go on. One day, I met a girl named Ashley, and I told her the truth about me, and accepted me for it. I was stunned, this girl knowing I wasn’t what I looked like, understood me. I was happy and started hanging out with her all I could; I had the drive to go on again.

Eventually I saw Daddy one day and wanted to run again, I was afraid of facing him. Afraid of being told off. When he saw me, he came up and told me “Welcome back,” With a smile no less. I couldn’t believe it, he wasn’t angry, he wasn’t upset, he was worried about me and welcomed me back into his arms without so much as a complaint. I was happy and just couldn’t hold it anymore, as a sad child would to her father, I hugged him tightly and cried into him. The same day I told Daddy about Ashley, and brought him to meet her, they’ve been together ever since.

Well as time went on, Routine fell back into place and Daddy started his nudging again, this time I wasn’t scared. In fact, I was happy, He was using me like I longed for and it then got me thinking. I was truly happy being used. Hollow when no one was using me, happy when they were. Then it hit me. I was a slave in every sense of the word, No one could say I wasn’t, they used me for their own gains then tossed me aside, but daddy used me time and time again, made me his servant to reinforce that idea.

I brought this idea to him, and was proud to say it, and he is proud of me for seeing what I truly am. I was so happy, I was crying again. Daddy was the only man who could ever touch me that deeply. From then on I followed his every wish, happily. And I don’t know when it happened, but now my breasts swing freely, my hips swing when I walk, and between my legs is the refreshing emptiness I longed to be there for so long. I’m happy to be Daddy’s Fox-bunny slave girl.
 

Authors note: Sorry if this isn't a good story, I've been writing stories for a number of years but this is actually one of the first ones I've actually finished. and yeah, being called Kitten but being a Fox-bunny, was done purposely. Please tell me what you think. =3 Kitten

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