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I really had to work hard to try and get the caption to fit next to the picture XD had to cut some things so it'd fit, but I hope it's still a good story. Thanks for reading!

With his parents gone for a month, Nicolas found out they didn’t trust him to watch the house.
“Seriously?” he whined on the phone, “I’m graduating this year; I can take care of myself.”
“Look, Nicolas,” his mom replied, “Brandy will just be there to make sure you behave. If you do that, maybe we’ll trust you with the house next time. Until then, she’s in charge.”
Before he could argue further, his mom had hung up, and Nicolas heard Brandy say “I told you so”.
“Fine,” Nicolas sighed, “What are you gonna do, anyway? It’s not like you can control me.”
Oh, you have no idea, Brandy thought, giving Nicolas a devious smile.

The next few days Brandy showed Nicolas how controlling she could be, not allowing him to meet with friends, and not even letting him play football.
“I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble,” Brandy explained, “But I do think it’s important for you to stay active, so how about something different?”

“Of course…” Nicolas sighed when he got to the address Brandy told him to go to; it led to a dance studio, where an older woman was waiting for him.
“You must be Nicolas!” she exclaimed, “Brandy used to do ballet here, and messaged me you wanted to follow in her footsteps. Wait here; I’ll get your attire.”
“But I don’t want-” he started, but the woman had already walked away. He glanced into the changing room, seeing girls his age dressed in tights and leotards. One of the girls noticed him;
“Hey Nicolas!” she said, giving him a smile, prompting the other girls to also look at him, “Brandy came by and told us how excited you were to start doing ballet! Cool you’re joining!”
Nicolas gave half a smile back, thinking about how Brandy had prepared all of this; backing him into a corner. The teacher returned with a black leotard and pink tights, much to Nicolas’ dismay.
“Brandy told me you’d wear these for now,” she said, “But that you’ll soon get your own.”
“Yay…” Nicolas said to himself, not looking forward to the prospect of Brandy giving him a leotard. He took the clothing from her, and got dressed alongside the girls. This explained why Brandy made him shave off his body hair, his smooth legs sliding easily into the tights, and no hair poking out at the armholes of the leotard. It was a long 90 minutes, dancing to the classical music on his pink, soft ballet shoes; dancing at the barre, and doing pirouettes and jumps in the centre.
“You have good footwork,” the teacher said afterwards, “Soon you’ll be good enough for pointe.”

“So I may have filled in some things,” Brandy said when Nicolas came home demanding an explanation, “But it’s not like you were gonna do it on your own. And I heard you liked it…”
“Wh- No! I don’t!” his face turned red out of embarrassment, fearing Brandy was right; he did feel a sense of pride when the ballet teacher had praised him, as if he wanted to be a good student.
“Admit it,” Brandy said, “You love feeling like an elegant ballerina. Let me show you what it’s like.”
She didn’t wait for answer, and started undressing Nicolas, who didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He felt the familiar touch of tights being pulled over the panties Brandy had dressed him in. Part of him wanted to protest, but he just had to try on the on the colourful leotard she handed him. After the outfit was completed with a light blue skirt, Brandy held up a pair of pointe shoes;
“I’ll give you these,” she said, “And I’ll help you be a real ballerina, but you’ll have to admit it first.”
“I… I’m a girl,” the former boy said, before he started eagerly putting on the pointe shoes.
Your parents are in for a surprise, Brandy thought, when they find Noella, their new daughter, begging them to let her be a ballerina, her hair in a neat bun, in make-up and all dressed up.

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I really had to work hard to try and get the caption to fit next to the picture XD had to cut some things so it'd fit, but I hope it's still a good story. Thanks for reading!

With his parents gone for a month, Nicolas found out they didn’t trust him to watch the house.
“Seriously?” he whined on the phone, “I’m graduating this year; I can take care of myself.”
“Look, Nicolas,” his mom replied, “Brandy will just be there to make sure you behave. If you do that, maybe we’ll trust you with the house next time. Until then, she’s in charge.”
Before he could argue further, his mom had hung up, and Nicolas heard Brandy say “I told you so”.
“Fine,” Nicolas sighed, “What are you gonna do, anyway? It’s not like you can control me.”
Oh, you have no idea, Brandy thought, giving Nicolas a devious smile.

The next few days Brandy showed Nicolas how controlling she could be, not allowing him to meet with friends, and not even letting him play football.
“I’m just trying to keep you out of trouble,” Brandy explained, “But I do think it’s important for you to stay active, so how about something different?”

“Of course…” Nicolas sighed when he got to the address Brandy told him to go to; it led to a dance studio, where an older woman was waiting for him.
“You must be Nicolas!” she exclaimed, “Brandy used to do ballet here, and messaged me you wanted to follow in her footsteps. Wait here; I’ll get your attire.”
“But I don’t want-” he started, but the woman had already walked away. He glanced into the changing room, seeing girls his age dressed in tights and leotards. One of the girls noticed him;
“Hey Nicolas!” she said, giving him a smile, prompting the other girls to also look at him, “Brandy came by and told us how excited you were to start doing ballet! Cool you’re joining!”
Nicolas gave half a smile back, thinking about how Brandy had prepared all of this; backing him into a corner. The teacher returned with a black leotard and pink tights, much to Nicolas’ dismay.
“Brandy told me you’d wear these for now,” she said, “But that you’ll soon get your own.”
“Yay…” Nicolas said to himself, not looking forward to the prospect of Brandy giving him a leotard. He took the clothing from her, and got dressed alongside the girls. This explained why Brandy made him shave off his body hair, his smooth legs sliding easily into the tights, and no hair poking out at the armholes of the leotard. It was a long 90 minutes, dancing to the classical music on his pink, soft ballet shoes; dancing at the barre, and doing pirouettes and jumps in the centre.
“You have good footwork,” the teacher said afterwards, “Soon you’ll be good enough for pointe.”

“So I may have filled in some things,” Brandy said when Nicolas came home demanding an explanation, “But it’s not like you were gonna do it on your own. And I heard you liked it…”
“Wh- No! I don’t!” his face turned red out of embarrassment, fearing Brandy was right; he did feel a sense of pride when the ballet teacher had praised him, as if he wanted to be a good student.
“Admit it,” Brandy said, “You love feeling like an elegant ballerina. Let me show you what it’s like.”
She didn’t wait for answer, and started undressing Nicolas, who didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He felt the familiar touch of tights being pulled over the panties Brandy had dressed him in. Part of him wanted to protest, but he just had to try on the on the colourful leotard she handed him. After the outfit was completed with a light blue skirt, Brandy held up a pair of pointe shoes;
“I’ll give you these,” she said, “And I’ll help you be a real ballerina, but you’ll have to admit it first.”
“I… I’m a girl,” the former boy said, before he started eagerly putting on the pointe shoes.
Your parents are in for a surprise, Brandy thought, when they find Noella, their new daughter, begging them to let her be a ballerina, her hair in a neat bun, in make-up and all dressed up.