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Hypno-Sissy

The alleyway behind the theater was as dark as it always was this time of night; there was something about the lack of a street light and nobody living nearby that kept the place from ever getting much illumination. In a richer part of the city, it might have meant that it was the perfect place to mug a person. Out here, in a place that was half abandoned by those looking for better lives, it meant that it was the perfect place to break into one of the buildings by the alleyway.

That was what the wolf was trying to do, anyway, but he was finding out just how slippery the tops of dumpsters could be after a good rainstorm, and was flailing his arms wildly as he tried to keep his balance. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa!" he growled, the canine's red shoes sliding along the rubbery top of the dumpster, even as his red and white jacket whipped around almost as rapidly as his arms as he tried to get his balance back. "Can't fall can't fall can't fall - got it!"

Catching himself on a low hanging window edge, the wolf panted, letting himself hang from his arms, his feet sliding down the top of the dumpster for a few inches before coming to a halt. He grumbled, his nose pressed against the brick wall of the building. "If I had thought that it would be this hard to get in the back, I'd have tried the front door."

Crisp shook his head as he pulled himself upright, ever so slowly. His arms strained as he managed to right himself, planting his feet a little further than shoulder width apart, and the wolf managed to get his feet securely in place, without having them slide away. "Okay...now...don't move...don't move...please don't move," he pleaded, slowly lifting his hands from the window's edge.

Thankfully, there were no problems. His shoes didn't slide away, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay...phase one, don't fall, done. Phase two, break into the theater, time to start."

The window was surprisingly easy to open, and the wolf blinked as he saw it rise just from the least little pressure on the base of it. "Huh...that was weird," Crisp muttered under his breath. After his friends had dared him to come back here, break into the theater, and then come back with something from the props, he thought that this was going to be hard.

Well, harder than a slippery dumpster that was trying to throw him to the ground.

Still, if it was going to be easier, then he wasn't going to argue. He pulled himself into the window, balancing on the sill with a smile on his face. Just had to get in, keep his balance, and find a way to -

A sudden gust of wind or something must have hit the window, because as soon as he was off of the dumpster, it came down on his backside. The surprise of the impact knocked him off of his feet, sending him flying through the air...and then falling towards the ground.

It was too dark to see what was down at the ground level, so he had no idea how long it would take him to get there. The wolf pulled himself together, unable to keep from yelping on the way down.

CRASH!

Crisp groaned as he slammed into what felt like a ton of cardboard. It crumpled beneath him, one after another, and he felt himself sinking into a collection of...something...that was both hard and soft at intervals. He groaned, shaking his head as his fall stopped as abruptly as it had started.

"....Ow."

The wolf shook his head, flailing his arms and legs for a few seconds to get some sort of purchase on the ground around him. Various little objects went flying as he either kicked, punched, or shoved them, and he saw silhouettes of what looked like various costumes go flying through the air. Crisp shook his head, ignoring them for now, and slowly pulled himself to his feet. He wobbled on top of the crushed cardboard a bit, but eventually managed to find his balance again.

It wasn't quite so dark now, and his eyes were slowly getting used to the dimmer lighting inside the theater. Crisp settled himself in place, and let his eyes gradually get more adjusted.

Soon, he was able to see what was around him. Apparently, he'd come through the window that overlooked the prop room, if the dozens of boxes that were labeled 'props' were any indication. He grinned wide. "This is going to be easier than I thought!" he hissed under his breath, leaping down the pile of boxes to the floor at the bottom. Making swift work of the tape on top of one box, he ripped it open and looked inside, trying to find something interesting that his friends couldn't tell him had been taken from somewhere else.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much in this box. There were some sheets, some curtains...a little bit of a backdrop...a plastic sword that could have been picked up at a dollar store...and -

"Oooh, that's cool!" Crisp said, pulling a pair of large green shoes out of the box. They had a little shiny coating to them, one that seemed to shimmer despite the lack of light down here. They even had a logo on the back, though he couldn't really make out what that was.

They were cool, though, and they were definitely unique. They'd buy that this was from the theater, that's for sure.

As Crisp looked back up at the window leading into the room, though, he heard a soft creak from behind him. He started to turn, but no sooner had he started moving his head than a hard blow hit him from behind. He fell forward, smacking his head against the floor, and fell into oblivion.

#

He wasn't sure if it was the headache or the feeling of a tightness around his waist and feet that woke him up, but eventually the wolf managed to open his eyes again. Groaning softly, he started to reach a hand to his head to rub away some of the ache.

He got no further than the start. Shortly after he started moving, his feet started to tug at his legs, and the wolf jerked in surprise at his body moving without him telling it to. Sitting up rapidly, he opened his eyes wide.

The sight before him shocked him to the core. Rather than the jacket, shirt, and jeans he'd been wearing when he got here, he was wearing a large pink tu-tu sort of thing, like a kiddie ballerina. His face went pink, almost as pink as the skirt. His pants were gone, too, and as he reached down, he...

There was a slight sigh of relief, as he found that they'd at least left him his briefs, but not much of one, considering that if he were to stand up - or even stay lying down - he would be completely exposed.

Further down, he found his legs almost completely covered with thigh high pink socks. They clung to him tightly, showing off his legs, and almost making them look girly compared to what they normally looked like in pants. His face burned, and he thought that he couldn't possible feel more embarrassed than he already did.

Crisp saw that he was wearing the shoes that he had found earlier, and he wondered just when that had happened. Then he put the question out of his head as he pulled himself to his feet. He needed to get out of here, and he needed to do it now.

Suddenly, a bright light turned on, shining right down on him from somewhere up in the rafters. Crisp threw a hand over his face, grunting as he tried to block out the light.

No sooner had he put his hands up, though, than his feet started moving again. At first, Crisp thought that he was going crazy, that he was imagining something, or that he was dreaming, but no, dreams didn't have pain, and his head hurt like hell.

A soft sound, like an orchestra that was heard in a distant memory, began to fill his ears. Like an orchestra providing the music for a ballet performance, it sounded, soft, sweet, and gently guiding the steps of the dancers...or in this case, him.

Crisp found his legs moving without his permission, dragging him along the stage. He was clumsy, nowhere near a dancer, but his legs didn't seem to care...or more specifically, his feet. The shoes around them seem to carry them along, and his body had no choice but to come along. He groaned as he was tugged this way and that, his feet pulling him up on tiptoes more than once to the protest of his body, and he was made to spin, and spin, and spin...

It was the spinning that drove him crazy, his head spinning as his body threw him into more and more of them. He groaned, his eyes spinning in their sockets just as much as his body spun on the stage. The wolf panted, rapidly becoming winded at the dance he was being taken through...and for some reason, getting hard.

He could feel his cock growing up, getting hard, pressing against the front of his briefs, but he was so dizzy and so tired that he could barely bring himself to care. Even when the front of his underwear tented out hard under the tu-tu that he wore, Crisp was more focused on the burning in his lungs rather than on the boner that was rapidly growing in his underwear.

It was only when the shoes stopped spinning him around and had him walk, wobbling heavily, towards the front of the stage that he started to be a little self conscious, mostly due to the echoes of laughter that spread through the theater.

The giggles and laughter was quiet at first, and he'd almost missed it. However, as his shoes dragged him forward, making take several bows and different poses, he could hear the whispers starting.

"Oh my god, look at that boner."

"Geez, the little freak's getting hard at dancing for us."

"Can he get any more perverted? Looks like he's just showing off his bulge for us."

Crisp felt his face getting redder and redder, and he groaned, trying to pull himself from the edge of the stage. But no sooner had he gotten a few feet away than his feet started moving on their own again. The familiar steps of the dance began again, a step and a slide, before standing on tip toes again. He spun, the tu-tu flying up and showing off his briefs, much to the laughter out in the invisible crowd.

"He's getting harder and harder, good god what a sissy pervert."

"Think he gets off on dressing up like a girl?"

"Nah, he's just a sissy; he likes people to see that he's just a little girly boi."

Spin, slide, tippy-toe walk; the dance continued, and Crisp couldn't stop the burning that spread further and further across his face from the comments coming at him from the audience.

Worst of all, his cock just wouldn't go soft. It just throbbed harder and harder against the inside of his briefs, each little comment making it that much worse. The feel of the shoes around his feet tightened, and he groaned as it seemed to send a little extra tightness through his briefs as well. Not only did that rub at his cock more every time he moved, but it made it all the more obvious how hard he was...and how much he was leaking as a result.

The shoes spun him around again, making him dizzy, making him wobble. "Please...please stop," Crisp whispered, whimpering as he begged for mercy. "Stop making me dance!"

"Hehehe, no way."

Crisp looked up at the different voice; it didn't sound so ghostly or strange as the others. He looked up, up, up at the lights. Behind them, a silhouette, a silhouette with a grin as white and large as Alice's Cheshire Cat.

The shoes spun him around again, lifting the skirt of the 'dress' that he wore, and Crisp groaned at the way his bulge was once more put on display, the voice from above speaking again. "That's right, dance! You'll dance until I tell you to stop...if I decide to tell you to stop."

Groaning, his eyes spinning so much that he couldn't tell what way was up, the wolf was forced to keep dancing with the shoes that carried him around. Spin, slide, a lunge across the stage in the form of a great leap; it almost sent him tumbling, and his recovery took him all the way to the edge of the stage again, all the way over to the voices that kept mocking his strange arousal.

His cock throbbed as they began again, unable to help himself from blushing worse.

"Hahahaha! Look at that, the pathetic little sissy's throbbing now!"

"Looks like he's gonna jizz himself."

"Heh, no he's not; he's gonna squirt, but that ain't jizz; that's creaming himself, like the little sissy he is."

"Pervert!"

"Freak!"

"Boner boi!"

Every little comment sent another little twitch through his cock, and Crisp could feel his throbbing getting worse and worse, his shaft pulsing in his underwear. It was...impossible...he wasn't...

"Boner boi!"

"Perverted little dancing freak!"

"Hehehe, is the little sissy gonna cum from us laughing?"

"Yeah, he is! Cum, you little freak! Soak your panties!"

They weren't panties, but they were soaked. The wolf finally lost control, his cock spasming in his briefs as he came. Shuddering in unwilling pleasure, he slid forward on his knees, his socks protecting him from the wooden stage as his dance carried him forward. He slid until he stopped right on the edge of the stage, giving all the ghostly voices, and the silhouette above, a perfect view of the spreading wet spot in the front of his briefs, the white goo spurting through the tiny holes in the fabric and sticking on the outside to show his shame.

"You're mine now, you hapless wolf," the silhouette above said, even as Crisp fainted, both from exhaustion and sheer embarrassment.

#

Groaning as he felt raindrops falling on him, the wolf reached up to rub his head. "Ugh...what...what a....wait..."

He sat up as though he expected to see the beasts of hell waiting for him, his hands rapidly feeling all over his body, expecting the worst.

Strangely, he felt the jacket that he'd come to the theater with, as well as his jeans and the shirt that he'd worn before. His socks seemed back to normal as well.

The wolf turned his head to the side. He was right in front of the theater, but...but there was something different about it.

The theater had the same poster stuff on the outside that all movie theaters did, showing off the differen films that were showing there. When he'd come here, they were all aged, or broken. Now, though....now they were all new, and they were all the same.

In each poster was a picture of him in that pink tu-tu from his 'dream', kneeling down at the edge of stage, his face twisted up in a blushing orgasm. His underwear was soaked, dark except right at the tip of his bulge, where it was soaked white with the cum that had oozed through his underwear.

And he was wearing the green shoes....

The same green shoes, apparently....that he was wearing right now.