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As a handsome, tall and muscular guy, Andy was quite familiar with the feeling of being hit on- by both girls, and to his annoyance, also guys. He only had himself to blame however, because whenever he went out to drink the night away, he often visited the most famous LGBT friendly bars, since he liked the atmosphere of those more than ordinary ones. It was on a night out like this, that he met the person who'd go on to completely turn his life upside down, tearing down everything he had to devote his life to kink... even if it wasn't going to be done in a way that one would consider fair.

Despite his love for parties, he was never a huge playboy, he only got laid every once in a while when he thought that he found someone worth getting together with. In terms of kinkiness, his only fetish was crossdressing- which was very much a guilty pleasure to him. He was completely straight and even a bit homophobic due to just how much he was being hit on, but dressing up in a skirt made him feel things he just couldn't feel otherwise. He never revealed his desire to any of his partners however, and he was petrified that it would ever come to light. The only pieces of incriminating evidence he had in his apartment was a short skirt and a bra, both tucked away tightly in the deepest corners of his closet, and he never allowed anyone even near it.

Andy was out drinking with his friends that night, at a bar not very far from his apartment. He hated paying for the taxi, public transport was unreliable and he didn't trust himself enough to ride a bike home, so this bar was pretty much the perfect place to hang around without worrying about how he would get home. His only concern was that someone could possibly follow him home if he wasn't careful enough- but who would want to do that anyway? He never really thought of himself as someone worth stalking.

He sat around at his usual place, sipping on a drink that he had ordered a while ago, which had already started getting a bit warm from his hand and the hot, almost suffocating air of the tight room. He had just been rejected by a girl whom he found pretty hot; and even though he didn't usually take these quick rejections to his quick solicitations too seriously, they never left him in a better mood than he was in while going up to them. As mentioned before, he only screwed around with people he felt a real connection to, which really wasn't that common in his case, so he knew that he wasn't going to get laid that night.

"Hey there!" He heard from over his shoulder and looked behind to see if he was really the one who was being spoken to. It was a male fox just like him, just a bit shorter and the color of his fur was a bit more pink than Andy's violently bright orange. He knew right away that he was gay: his flamboyant, feminine nature could be very well observed in both his speech and his body language.

'Fucking hell, here we go once again...' Andy thought, already knowing where this little interaction was going. Still, he had to give him the benefit of the doubt and let him speak, so he rolled his eyes and sighed out "Yeah? I'm not gay, before you ask."

"Oh my, that's a real shame!" The guy said in a disappointed tone, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. Perhaps all his crush needed was a few words of compliment, and he would be won over soon enough. "I was just looking at your wonderful, shiny red fur, which shone in my eye from afar like a campfire on the barren winter landscape of this boring club!"

'For sure, you've got to be kidding me... Who speaks like this anyway??' Andy thought, almost wanting to throw up from the cringe that he felt from this overly poetic pickup line. He stared at the fox, not even believing that he was for real, but upon seeing that it was not a joke, he barked angrily towards him. "No is no, you dumbass f... fox. Take your poetic shit out of here and present it to someone who's actually interested, or I'm gonna call the security on you!"

"Touche! How can you know you don't like something if you've never tried?" The love struck fox backed down slightly, shocked by the sudden aggression thrown his way.

His backing up wasn't fast enough however, as the rest of Andy's cheap, warm drink ended up staining his belly fur as it was flung in his direction. "Fine fine, I'll take the cue!" He said in a deeply hurt voice, and slowly walked away, throwing one last angsty glance towards Andy. He knew that this wasn't going to be the last time they would meet... he just needed to figure out a few things about him, which wasn't going to be too difficult with all his friends around...

Andy's newest admirer proved to be quite the talented detective: just a couple of minutes of asking around later, he left the bar with a satisfied, snug smile. Our protagonist watched him leave from the corner of his eye, when their glances met one last time... He got a strange feeling, but shooed it off and went on to enjoy the rest of the night.

Nothing really noteworthy happened for the rest of his stay, as most of his friends started going home, so did he decide to leave. Gulping up the rest of his drink, which he got replaced after his unfriendly gesture, he headed out the door and walked home. He didn't live very far, and only after a couple of minutes of walking later, he was already in his apartment, which was located in a large complex.

He had only recently moved in, so he didn't really know any of his neighbors, which wasn't helped by the fact that those were only bought by aspiring landlords looking to give them out for rent, but due to the lack of interest for the moment, Andy could enjoy a quiet apartment with no neighbors to bother his peace. He only did what was necessary to get himself to bed, taking off his drink stained gray shorts and his wristwatch and jumping straight into his messy sheets which he didn't bother to tidy up in the morning when he got out of bed. The party had tired him out quite a bit, so it didn't take long before he was already peacefully snoring, not having any idea of the most unusual events that he would be subjected to the next day.

It was almost noon when he woke up from his sleep, desperately needing to pee. Collecting all of his strength, he finally managed to pull himself out of bed and groggily crawl towards the bathroom to let out the remaining alcohol from his body; he didn't even remember how much he drank, but he knew for sure that it was a lot. When he got back to his bedroom, he noticed the notification light on his watch blinking, so he unlocked it and checked on the message that he had just received.

The message came from an unknown phone number, reading: "Hi, this is Jake! You may not recognize my number because I'm writing from my mom's phone, mine got stolen at the bar yesterday. I asked for their security camera footage and it shows this weird guy creeping around me, I think he could have taken it... Do you know anything about him?" With a link attached at the end.

The message didn't really seem to resemble the writing style of Andy's lifelong friend Jake, but he was too hungover to think anything about it. He suddenly remembered the fox who went up to him the night before, and even though the alcohol erased most of his memories of him, he could confidently suspect that he had a hand in the disappearance of Jake's phone. Angrily murring to himself for the I convenience, he tapped on the link to see the footage for himself.

It was only when the freshly opened page started loading, that he remembered that opening unknown links from unknown numbers was not the brightest idea... But how could a hacker have known of Jake? It was too late to have doubts about his decision anyway, as the video player opened up. Much to Andy's surprise however, the video didn't seem to be showing any sort of security camera footage. What he saw on the screen instead seemed rather like an endless black and white spiral, similar to ones seen on optical illusion and silly hypnosis videos.

He laughed up loudly at the sight of the spiral: he knew that his friend was known to play these sorts of jokes on him. He didn't believe in hypnosis, but he kept on watching for the heck of it, he didn't have anything better to do anyway. Maybe he would get weird vision for a few seconds after he looked up, or whatever effect these kinds of videos always seem to be promising. After a couple of seconds of watching, he felt like his eyes were properly stuck on the screen, and he noted to himself with a bit of nervousness that he literally wasn't able to take his eyes off of it. He tried to close his browser, but his watch didn't seem to want to reply, no matter how frantically he pressed the home button with his eyes still strictly glued in the center of the spiral.

His panic was quickly cut short however by a voice that sounded quite familiar. He couldn't really put his finger on where and from whom he heard it from, when it suddenly dawned on him: it was the guy from the bar! His tone and flamboyance were unmistakable, only hearing it for a few seconds instilled unspeakable frustration in him; still, he had no choice but to listen.

"Hi there, Andy!" It started off with a cheerful greeting, but the tone suddenly turned more quiet, hypnotic even, as it went through its monologue. "So you may recognise me... You may not~ But it really doesn't matter anymore, just listen to my voice and be a good boy while I slowly take your mind away~" Andy felt absolutely terrified, but the situation was already way out of his control. All he could do was to quietly squeal in discomfort as his eyes were stuck to the screen, drinking in every word that the mysterious voice said to him.

"Rejection doesn't feel very good, you know... But it's something I can accept. You said no, and I'm going to respect that, I guarantee that you won't see me again. But that doesn't mean that I can't have my fun!" The fox looked into the spiral with a confused expression, concerned and creeped out. "You are going to forget about this whole thing in a couple of seconds anyway, so I'm not gonna waste any time explaining what I'm about to do- But I promise it's gonna be fun! I know you're sitting on your bed, so go ahead and stand up!"

Andy stood up obediently, his mind completely blank. He understood the words, but couldn't comprehend them; it was like his body was blindly following each order it was given. "Good boy, just like that! Now why don't you take off those old, stinky clothes, I know that you've got a bunch of other, much nicer ones to put on for the occasion, right?"

He took off each piece of clothing one by one, his eyes still fixed on the video. He threw them all messily on the floor and made his way to his closet for further instructions on what to put on. "Now get your pink skirt out! I know you have one... It's got 'SISSY' written all over it with large, white letters! And really, how fitting it is! Soon you're gonna be able to prove to the world just how much of a sissy you are... And while you're at it, why don't you get that bra on as well? Can't go outside with exposed nipples, can you?"

The instruction was once again followed blindly, the fox clumsily pulling the skirt on himself, which was right there as promised. He didn't have any objection to putting on the bra either, and he couldn't think clearly enough to be scared by the fact that he was soon going to be led outside like this, with no way to prevent himself from embarrassment. His outfit was not ready yet, however.

"Good girl, that's what I'm talking about! But I reckon your neck needs some decoration as well, don't you? I've left a dog tag necklace and a collar for you on the coffee table in the living room, why don't you put them on?" Andy nodded quietly, and stumbled out to the living room, grabbing the necklace and putting it on his neck. He also saw the collar prepared for him: It was pink in color, and had a red heart shaped tag attached to it, the words 'SLUT' printed on it with big, black and obvious letters so that anyone could read it immediately even from afar.

"You're doing a great job, we're almost ready to go outside! Lastly just get your wristwatch on, which I totally did not plant a tracker into last night~" The voice giggled, but despite that, Andy found himself obediently putting the watch on his wrist. A drop of saliva dripped out from his mouth as he watched the screen obediently and mindlessly, waiting for his final order to go outside. After a bit of a pause, the voice could be heard again.

"Perfect, you're now ready to go outside! We're almost done now, I promise!" Andy walked out of his apartment, not even bothering to close, let alone lock the door behind his back. He nearly fell down the stairs as he blindly made his way down, but he had the blueprint of the building and the size of the stairs memorized enough so that he wouldn't bump into anything. There wasn't anyone inside the apartment complex at the time to see him, but the outside world was going to be different; he lived right next to the busiest road in the entire city, and there was no way that there would be no one to notice his peculiar outfit.

The voice guided him through the streets like a GPS, even helping him avoid lampposts and trash cans so he wouldn't bump into anything on the way. His brain was still hyper focused on the hypnosis, so he didn't notice all the heads turning his way as he walked through the streets like a totally brainless zombie. A couple of cars honked at him if he got too close to the road- he didn't even notice until the voice saved him from accidentally stumbling under a truck. Some people yelled rude things at him, mothers covering the eyes of their amused children, and there was even someone who threatened to beat him up; but it didn't matter as long as the voice just kept telling him to keep going, to ignore everything else, and that the only thing important to him was to keep obeying.

After a few kilometers of walking through the busiest streets, the traffic started slightly dying down and there were less and less people around- he had reached a calmer district. He was guided into a tight alley where he was completely alone once again, and the voice told him that he had arrived. "Our journey is finally over, but the fun is only about to start now! Why don't you take a seat next to that trash can, I think you'll be in good company there, right?"

Andy didn't understand, but he, of course, sat next to the trash just like he was told to do. "Good. I know your eyes must be so tired after such a long time of looking at that screen, so I allow you to close them and give them a little rest." The fox didn't need much convincing to do it, his eyes were completely exhausted, keeping them open for nearly an hour without even an opportunity to properly blink. As soon as he closed his eyes, a sudden wave of calmness, almost sleepiness swept through his body.

"Are you feeling sleepy already, Andy~?" The voice giggled at the other end. "That's alright, you're free to take a little nap if you wish. I'll take care of the rest, and you'll soon be taking part in the best adventure of your life!"

The fox lamely nodded and let the rest of his consciousness slip away, and after only what felt like a couple of seconds, he was in a deep, dreamless sleep. While he was knocked out, a figure appeared at the corner and quickly ran up to him,and shoved a paper note into his hand to read when he woke up. He gave the hypnotized fox a friendly pet on the head, and even rubbed his crotch a little bit- to which it twitched slightly, Andy's cock getting a bit aroused from the contact.

Satisfied with his work, the figure ran off and disappeared back to where it came from. The only thing left for him to do was to wait for his victim to wake up and read the note; he knew that he would be in for a big surprise once his eyes opened up again. He watched closely and patiently... Only a few minutes before the show was about to start.