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Andy suddenly opened his eyes, startled as if he woke up to someone slapping him on the face- but no one was around. His head and eyes hurt really badly, but what he was even more concerned about were his whereabouts, as he had never seen the alley that he just landed in. He remembered waking up in his room in the morning and getting a strange message from the guy who hit on him the previous night... But then how did he end up here? It must have been a dream, he concluded, maybe he got so blackout drunk that he didn't find his way back home and ended up on the other side of the city.

Right after he thought that through however, he noticed that he wasn't wearing the stuff that was on him in the bar: His black T-shirt was missing and was replaced by his secret pink bra, as well as his shorts, in place of which he was wearing his skirt. This all filled him with dread: even though he didn't remember at all how he got there, people must have seen him in his girly clothes. He was probably already on social media, soon all of his friends and family would find out and he also had to get home somehow... Then he noticed a small piece of paper in his hand, which he opened up and frantically read, expecting an explanation to his unfortunate situation.

"I really didn't appreciate your attitude last night at the bar, so I wanted to teach you a lesson. You can't go inside any buildings until you cum, and you need to do it in front of at least ten people, otherwise you won't be able to get off. Good luck!"

Andy shook his head, finding the instructions of the note absolutely insane. Of course he immediately decided that he would not take part in the game, so he ripped the note up and threw it in the trash can next to him. He needed to get home, but he couldn't just go out in front of people in such clothes... To his luck though, he could see a second hand clothes store just at the exit of the alleyway. Maybe he could leave his watch there in exchange for a shirt and pants, and he'd be able to get home without being a spectacle.

He needed to be fast though, so he took a deep breath and started running towards the store, in hope that people couldn't take a proper picture of him as he went through the street. His heart was beating so loud that he could hear it in his ears and he was panting frantically as he finally reached the door of the store, grabbing the door handle and trying to rip it open... But the door just didn't want to open.

He pulled on it a couple more times, but even though the large OPEN sign was hung right there and there were even people inside, he just couldn't get it to let him in, so he decided to rush back. He saw a public toilet from the corner of his eye, and he thought that it would be the perfect place to hide and collect himself. But the unimaginable happened once again: even though the door was slightly open, he just couldn't get it to fully open up, and he couldn't fit through the crack. That's when he started to realize that what the paper said wasn't just the rules to a silly game: It was reality.

The desperate fox tried a couple more buildings to hide in, but he just couldn't get inside anywhere. Even where the doors were wide open for anyone to walk in, he couldn't seem to be able to walk inside, like there was an invisible, magnet-like force trying to keep him out at all costs. He didn't believe in magic or mind control until then, but eventually he had to accept that he was under the control of someone else, and he would never be free until he complied with his commands and completed the game.

Looking around, he saw that there were already dozens of people standing around, laughing at his desperate, but ever failing attempts at entering the open door in front of him. It all seemed like a bizarre mime performance from the outside, with the difference that he was wearing the sluttiest possible clothes for the occasion, which made him quite the spectacle. Several people were recording him with their phones, while others just stood in shock or laughed. Some even threw coins towards him, thinking that he was some kind of strange street performer or an insane person needing help.

"P-please can anyone just lend me some normal clothes?" He looked at the ever growing crowd, hoping that someone would hand him a single piece of clothing that he wouldn't seem like such a pervert in. But no help was to be expected from the people, who just kept roaring up with laughter like this was all part of a pre-written performance.

Seeing that he would never get any help from his ruthless audience, the fox tried to escape, suddenly breaking into a sprint to hide in the alley. He knew that the large crowd of people wouldn't be able to navigate the tight corridors as swiftly as he could and he would quickly lose his followers- but first, he needed to get there. Of course, everyone started sprinting right after him, and even though Andy could keep a fair distance at first, the fastest people in the crowd were soon in front of him again. No matter how hard he tried to break out from the suffocating embrace of the now almost hundreds of people, the crowd eventually proved to be stronger, capturing him inside of a circle and waiting for him to resume his performance.

'If only I'd started masturbating before there were so many people watching me...' He thought angrily to himself, mad at his former assumption that he would somehow be able to quit the game. He needed to get off before he could escape, and the crowd around him was only going to get bigger and bigger. There was nothing left to do, there was nowhere left to run- he knew that he had to get to work as soon as he could.

"I... I swear I would never do this otherwise! I'm being forced to do this!" He exclaimed before waiting for a couple of seconds and reaching below his short skirt to grab his cock. The crowd's cheering suddenly turned to sounds and gestures of disgust as they realized what Andy was doing- he started jerking off in front of hundreds of people on a public street!

"Don't you have any decency?" "Is this how your mother taught you to behave?" "That's it, I'm calling the police..." He could hear the disappointed, frustrated people all around him, but the feedback wasn't all negative. Some strange looking people only started to enjoy his 'performance' even more, looking at him with eager eyes, which flustered the fox quite a bit.

Of course, there were still a lot of people recording him; but he knew that the videos they were making now were not only going on Instagram or Twitter... This is not how he imagined becoming a porn star, but here he was, jerking his limp cock beneath a short, pink skirt with 'SISSY' written all over it, while hundreds of enraged, excited and creeped out people watched him trying to get off.

He never had any trouble getting off in the comfort of his own home; just a bit of lube, some good porn or even his imagination if he felt like it, and he could be finished in a matter of three minutes. Doing it in front of all these people was completely different though. Not only did he suffer from severe performance anxiety, the fear of not knowing what would happen to him next was also a huge setback in trying to relax himself enough to be able to cum, and no matter how hard he tried to jerk, not even a drop of precum left his urethra.

Still, he had to cum somehow. He spit into his hand in hopes that his strokes would be at least a tiny bit more stimulating, and got to work once again, closing his eyes and trying to close off all the sounds to pretend that he was somewhere else, perhaps banging the girl that he was rejected by the previous night at his apartment. It sort of seemed to work, imagining her face, her boobs and her ass got him slightly more aroused, and he could feel his penis hardening in the grip of his hand.

"Come on..." He thought "Just imagine there is no one around... There is no one around... I can do this... I can absolutely do this, no problem!" He focused so hard that he didn't even realize that he was saying his thoughts out loud, but it didn't matter anyways as the sounds of the people drowned all of his words out.

Like a driver trying to start up his vehicle in the freezing cold, he worked as hard as he could to get himself fully erect and beat his anxiety enough to get the tiniest little dose of cum out of his dick, and then he would finally be free. He completely lost track of time- for all he knew, he could have been there for even half an hour or so, but he was sure that the police were already on their way. And getting arrested would surely not stop the game, and it would make cumming in front of at least ten people even harder, if not impossible. He gulped at the thought of what it would be like, but tried not to get himself into a state of panic, because that would have instantly ruined his erection.

Trying to keep calm and collected, he tried to remembered every girl he liked, every porn video that he jerked off to and every good night of sex that he had to get himself closer and closer to orgasm. He slowly inched towards his goal and his heart was beating so hard that he thought that it was going to pop out of his chest at any moment. And for the first time after God knows how long, he finally felt a slight tingle on his crotch: the first sign of an incoming orgasm.

He sped up the tempo with which he was jerking his cock, he was so close yet still felt so far. His attempts were not going to be unrewarded however: his cock started twitching and suddenly he felt like he was only a couple of touches away from an orgasm. A million pictures ran through his mind as he prepared for his blow, flexing the muscles in his jaw and clenching his teeth together, he could feel his balls getting to work. He was finally beyond the point of no return, and a sudden warmth filled his body. At the same exact moment, a small load of cum managed to push its way out of his cock, dripping down to the sidewalk, but it was enough to put Andy in a fantastic orgasm. For just a moment he felt invincible: He beat his anxiety and managed to cum in front of hundreds of strangers!

But wait... He managed to cum in front of hundreds of strangers. His ecstasy instantly flew away as he thought that through, and he was suddenly snapped back into the real world, where people were still loudly yelling at him and dozens of phones were being pointed straight onto his face and his limp cock. It didn't matter now, but he still needed to get away- police sirens could already be heard in the distance, so he decided that there was no time to waste.

He quickly hopped up from the ground and broke into a sprint, seeing where the wall of people seemed to be the weakest, he lunged into the chain and managed to break free. The bus stop was just over at the other side of the street, and the bus was just pulling in, so he figured he would be able to reach it before anyone else. He ran like never before in his life, like he was being chased by a predator. He could hear dozens of people running behind him, but due to how large the crowd was, it was much more difficult and cumbersome for everyone to turn around and chase him. This gave Andy a slight edge, and managed to throw himself into the bus through the back door just before the doors closed on him, locking everyone else outside as it pulled out of the station.

Much to his luck, the bus was mostly empty; it was just past lunchtime, which was one of the least busy hours of the day, which meant that only a couple of people were scattered around, mostly on their phones so they didn't even notice the crossdressing fox quickly hiding himself in the back row of seats. Also much to his luck, the bus just happened to go in the direction of his apartment, it would be just a minute's walk from the last stop, so all he needed to do was wait and hope that the police wouldn't catch up to them and pull him off.

This thankfully didn't happen, and Andy could safely get off, and sprint into his apartment which was thankfully still open. He looked around and noted that nothing was stolen from him while he was gone- another piece of luck- so he quickly got rid of his skirt and bra, burying them in the trash. A million thoughts raced through his head: What was he going to do if the police came in? Would they even find him? Would they believe that he was hypnotized and forced to do all of this? One thing he was sure about, though: He was never going to crossdress again, he'd had enough of that for a lifetime.

He checked on his watch to see if there were any new messages, or at least the evidence that all of this was not his fault- but both the message and the video seemed to have completely disappeared from the memory of his watch. There was one number however still saved, which he didn't recognize from anywhere: That had to be him! He got slightly nervous and his heart started racing again as he called it, but his anger completely drowned out his nervousness. It rang out for a couple of seconds before someone finally picked up.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT ABOUT??" Andy yelled into his watch, hearing a quiet giggle from the other side. "What the hell are you giggling at you god damn pervert? You do realize that this is gonna ruin my life, right? This is not funny at all, you hear me?" He kept going, but the person at the other end hung up on him. Andy felt like he wanted to throw his watch at the wall in anger, but managed to contain himself enough to take a deep breath and sit back down on the couch.

'Well if the police find me, my life is gonna be ruined forever... So why not play a few rounds before I go out?" He thought to himself with a slight, painful smile as he turned on his console, starting up his favorite game. But after only a minute or so of playing, a new message appeared on his watch.

Frustrated by the timing, he still opened it up, and a massive knot formed in his throat, his heart sank and he was suddenly covered in sweat: The unknown number sent him multiple screenshots of trending videos about him, showing him run, then jerk off on the ground, all with hundreds of thousands of views in just a couple of hours. There was also a text message attached all of that, which read: "I enjoyed your performance today quite a bit, Andy~ The hypnosis will wear out by the end of the day, but be careful not to get horny until then ;3"

'What an irritating fucker...' Andy thought, closing the app and trying to focus on his game once again. Second after second, the screenshots of the pictures and the endless videos popped up in his mind, haunting him like ghosts that keep people from falling asleep at night. If only he wasn't such an asshole to that dumb idiot at the bar... If only he believed the instructions and got over with his little masturbating session as soon as he could... There were a lot of regrets, but nothing could be changed, so he just kept on playing and enjoying the last remaining hours of his freedom, as he was sure that the police would knock down his apartment door at any moment now, swarming in and taking him to the station where no one would believe him.

What he forgot however, was that the game he just started to play had a character in it that he had a massive crush on. She didn't appear often in the game, but when he did, Andy always got a slight boner at her sight. And just as he was navigating through the level, he suddenly stumbled upon her.

The fox gulped, the usual warm feeling sweeping through him as he looked at the girl. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't supposed to get horny... But her movements seemed even more seductive, her voice even more charming... Andy whined out in desperation as he noticed his cock starting to slightly harden, quickly quitting the game- but it was already too late for him, his cock grew to be hard before he could do anything about it.