Anne-Marie strips the girls to their underwear

"Girls," said Anne-Marie, smiling nastily, "I think we all know what you're going to do now."

Bonnie shook her head. Susie bit her lip and tried to **** her arm to move on its own. She knew hypnosis was real, but not this real! Surely, surely you couldn't be hypnotised into doing something like... like that? Maybe asleep, but not while you were fully conscious! She knew perfectly well that everyone could see her, and there was absolutely no way it was appropriate to follow any of these instructions, but somehow she just couldn't communicate that information to her body. And if she didn't break the trance, soon, in the next five seconds, then...

"Susie," said Anne, sweetly, "take your top off."

With trembling hands, Susie took hold of her white top and dragged it up over her head. A simple black bra, A-cup in size, came into view as she pulled off the garment and tossed it into the wings. "I'll kill you, you bitch," shouted Bonnie, standing by her side, doing absolutely nothing about it.

"Aw, Bonnie. Do you like seeing Susie's little boobies?"

"I... I... I like seeing Susie's little boobies!"

"Pervert. Susie, lift your skirt."

Susie raised the hem of her skirt, giving the boys a quick flash of her white panties, before hastily smoothing it into place again, roses blooming in her cheeks as she folded one arm over her small but pleasant breasts. Anne tsked. "No covering up, girls! Lose the skirt."

The hand fell to Susie's side, as her other hand busied itself sliding the skirt down Susie's long legs and letting it puddle on the floor. She kicked it away, and stood before the fascinated audience in just her black bra and white panties, her tall slender body on display from head to toe with only the two abbreviated garments to protect it. She bit her lip as Anne made a gesture and said "Give us a twirl."

Obediently, Susie twirled, so the whole room could see her pleasantly rounded bottom. Anne watched her go, her mouth suddenly dry for no reason that she could identify, and thanked Heaven she had no suppressed lesbian tendencies whatsoever. "Hands on your head," she ordered, and the squirming girl assumed the pose of shame while Anne turned her attention to Bonnie.

"Hey, Bonnie," she said.

"She's done nothing wrong! Let her go!"

"Undies. Now."

"I'll get you for this," muttered Bonnie, unzipping her jeans and letting them drop around her ankles. She unbuttoned her gingham shirt, standing in her yellow panties with her strong thighs bare, and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing a sky-blue bra and the freckled slopes of her surprisingly large C-cup breasts. "If it's the last thing I do."

"Hands on your head. Front of the stage."

Anne walked up behind the two undressed young women, each squirming in her bra and panties before an audience of thirty or forty of her classmates, a number that was rapidly increasing as text messages flew around the carnival and more curious faces peeped though the flap of the tent, and gave each one a friendly slap on the bottom. "Wow, this hypnosis stuff really works," she says. "I guess it's time we put on a little show."