Gauntlet for Girls

by Jolene

 

Open Diary

I'm writing this to you as I find myself in a state I never thought I'd be in. I'm a junior at Mid-West College. Why I was taking I have no idea. Except I was a easy target. It was nothing personal but a test, a challenge, a dare, a bet, or whatever. For several months, several young men had disappeared from fraternities never to be seen again. But the sororities pledges were up. I found myself in a similar position.

 

The Gauntlet to Womanhood

Two young women attractive around nineteen or twenty came into a damp room. I had been bound and gagged, drugged. My once crew top hair cut was now down in my eyes and over my ears tickling my shoulder blades and growing by the minute. At 160 pounds, I was about 5-10 or so. I was an average guy but girls smiled at me. Certainly I wasn't a geek. I wasn't well known either. People knew me from working with Kai Delta as a student volunteer, and as a reporter who covered the football team for the college paper, among other stories too.

The young women explained my predicament, "Joe Burnham, you're familiar with the Kappa Phi Sorority?"

"Yeah, I'm familiar. You're Nancy Williams, Cheerleader and college treasurer of the student body, once dated, James Cronauer lead pitcher for the Midwest Falcons, sorry he broke up with you. He always was a jerk. You're?" I was squinting at the other girl. She was raven haired, pretty around 5-6. Nancy was similar built and blonde. Both were beautiful.

"Joe, I'm Carlene, Nancy's sister. I'm new at Mid-West."

"Why am I here? I'm either wearing a wig or something. My body feels weird tied up in this chair. This must be some kind of hazing thing for Carlene?"

"No love, the hazing is for you. You see Carlene is a witch. Most every girl in Kappa Phi is skilled in something, science, math, medicine, astrology or astronomy for that matter. For several weeks, here at midwest, similar tests have taken place. Sometimes the boys accepted the change; others have gone back to their lives. The disappearance was blamed on college beer binges etc. And know one ever knew the difference."

"So I'm a guinea pig for your experiment. I'm not gay or whatever, I'm no drag queen either."

Carlene said, "Baby, you have it all wrong. The experiment has already started. Everything you were treated with was natural. Only your hair has been magically enhanced."

Nancy cut in, "Underneath, the college we've had a long tunnel built with five rooms. Courtesy of the Engineering fraternity, the things a girl has to do for sex. Anyway, All you have to do is put on the clothes we leave for you, high heels are included but they're just two inches in the last room. You shouldn't have a problem with them. If you still feel the same, when you stand in the lobby of the sorority. We'll clean you up and have you back in your dorm well rested before classes. It's that simple."

"Well if you put it that way, I'll play. It will make for one hell of a story. When do I start?"

"Right now, if you want, it's just you'll start in your birthday suit."

My straps were untied. My body was hairless and smooth. The basement was drafty. I found myself shivering as the girls showed me to the corridor. Looking down it was long, over a mile or more. I cupped my groin as a courtesy to the ladies and began my journey.

As soon as I walked twenty paces, the door closed behind me. I sensed I was being watched too. More than likely girls were giggling at a nude boy walking through their basement.

Then I heard a voice over the speaker, "Joe, this is Wendy Thompson from Dr. Andress's Psyche class, it's okay to speak we can hear you."

Wendy, is a Junior psyche major, she's a bright, blue eyed red head, lovely but driven. We dated once. "Wendy, I suppose you're a friendly voice to keep me steady through this?"

 

"Hon, I always thought you were sharp. It’s something like that. The first room is another fifty feet. We're monitoring your vitals. You're doing fine, doll."

"Honestly, Wen, I'm a little embarrassed by this. There's nothing malicious about this I hope..."

"No babe, it's nothing personal, we just thought you'd make a good candidate."

 

I felt reassured but something wasn't kosher before I could speak. A belt of steam and mist came up from a vent and splashed me, like a cold glass of water in the face.

The smell was like perfume or body wash.

"Wendy what was that stuff?" I sounded upset.

"It's a little something one of the girls came up with. Jean Rankin, she's studying hydroponics. Just adding a little splash and caress. There's a towel in the room nothing to worry about. Think of it as a quick shower before getting into your bikini briefs and bra."

I didn't mind the smell. The water felt soothing. I reached the first room as a door opened automatically. I felt like James Bond or a character from Star Trek but it felt more like an episode of Get Smart.

The room was small eight by eight. Surrounding the panties and bra were mirrors on all sides, a towel, a ponytail holder, and brush were on a small table. My hair had decided to grow six more inches during the spray.

Wendy told me as soon as I dried myself off brushed and fixed my hair. As soon as, I got dressed a door would open. In the mirror, I looked strange wearing a bra and brief. Both fit surprisingly well. My waist was decidedly concave and the bra felt like a 37. I looked thinner. A door opened and I began my journey down the corridor.

The draft was beginning to chill my bones abit. My hair in a ponytail swished my back like a window washer, and massaged my worries.

"Joe, honey you're doing fine. The next room is just another twenty feet after you take a sharp left."

I took the corner and a rush of hot air came from nowhere and nearly made me pass me out, as I got dizzy.

"Wendy what was that? Hot, cold in the same tunnel. I'll catch pneumonia! Another surprise from Jean?"

"No, it was idea from another girl who worked with Jean. I think you know her. Jill Carrington, Geology major...Just testing your endorphins, and nerves"

"Remember Mt. Kimehehe, Joe?" Jill piped in. She was a tall girl, short caramel creme hair but had a nice smile and was cute.

"Jill, the heat caused a chemical reaction and we kissed right there in front Mr. Williams and his whole team. Sorry."

"For what, wasn't your fault babe, I liked it. I'm hoping you still remain a guy after this but I've kissed girls too."

"Wendy I'm hoping there's clothes and jackets in this next room?"

"There is, hon. your almost there."

I reached the room and like before the doors closed behind me. I sneezed not from the rush of hot air but the perfume in the room.

The room was a little bigger than the last one. I noticed my breasts had filled out more and they stung a little. My waist was smaller; my ass rounder. The briefs covered my buns but were scrunching into me. My penis was limp and felt enclosed.

 

Wendy told me to find some clothes, try them on and see what would fit me. There were skirts, vinyl and denim colors, but no pants! I found a red denim skirt knee length and put it on. It snuggly clung to me like it belonged. I always liked red on a girl. Next was a turtleneck sweater I coordinated with the outfit. It hugged my body perfectly. In the mirror, I still looked like a guy in women's clothes but my hair had grown another four inches. I picked a red suede jacket and put it on.

There was a brush on the table. I removed my scrunchy after toying with my hair and a few suggestions from Wendy about brushing it. I brushed my hair and re did it, slipped on some sandals from under the desk. A door opened to enjoining room where a plump-black haired girl was waiting on me.

The door opened and I walked in. "Wendy?"

"Babe, this is Dallas. She's a cosmetology major. We'd like her to give you a makeover, stylize your hair, manicure, and pedicure. "

I was resigned to the fact I'd never get out the tunnel in one piece so I resigned myself and gave in.

"Hi Dallas, I'm Joe. You look familiar. I think we were in Mrs. Glass Algebra class together."

"I remember, I hated that class, remember the guy who snored during the final exam, what a riot."

"Jack’s a character in the worst way."

"I'm supposed to do your hair for you and makeup. It doesn't have to be perfect but okay, I'm stuck here too. I've brought us some tea and we can chat if you like."

 

"Dallas, I'd love something. I'm absolutely parched. I'm actually beginning to enjoy it a little bit. Do with me what you can. I'm no supermodel but who knows."

"You have a nice fashion sense, fixing your nose, cheekbones, and eyes with a good skin tone. You could be kind of cute. Might have to do something with your name."

"Gosh thanks hon. I'll think on that one." I giggled and so did she.

Dallas and I were in the room for about an hour, we drank tea, talked while she did my hair, trimmed it, styled it like a auburn haired Cameron Diaz. My hair was longer now down pass my shoulders,. I began to feel my breasts push against the bra and my waist was slimmer.

Dallas, then did my eyes, in a blue silver eye shadow, added a cherry red gloss to my lips added foundation to my cheekbones. She even offered to pierce my ears. Wendy said it was optional. I declined. I hadn't noticed my hands but had shrunk and my fingers were longer and slimmer. My nails were now manicured, polished, and painted beige.

In the mirror, the image looking back was quite stunning about 5-8, with a 37-26-35 figure and getting svelte by the minute with long auburn hair and green eyes. I could pass now, and looked as good or better than half the women on campus.

Two doors opened. Dallas and I hugged. I walked on down the corridor as she walked back up stairs.

Wendy came on the speakers, "You look beautiful J, and you’re almost home. There's another room just up the corridor. Your slippers await."

"Thanks Wendy, I feel pretty good. Dallas was a doll. Thanks for the tea. I needed the break. But I'm no Cinderella. I don't know if I could pass for one."

"J, you look cute and you’re being modest."

"Now I feel like blushing." I took off the scrunchy and let my hair fall, and flipped it and slipped the left side over my ear.

"The room is on your left hon, you'll find a pair of heels that should fit you. If not, let us know. There's another room with a surprise in it, after that one, your home."

I walked into the room a pair of red suede heels, laid on a chair, on the vanity was a cherry red lipstick, some tissue paper, and a can of diet pop with a glass of ice and straw. Diet. Yuck! But it was cold and I was thirsty.

I tried on the. They fit very well. Poured myself a drink redid my lipstick the way Dallas showed me, placed the sandals where the heels were, walked around for a few minutes to get used to them.

I checked myself in the mirror, my hips were rounder, and my body had an hourglass figure. When I tried to speak to Wendy my voice was decidedly higher pitched. I had to clear my throat to speak. I had the suspicion I was being turned into a woman.

"Wendy, what else do I need to do? Have I missed anything? What’s happened to my voice."

"Must be the air. No, babe, you haven't, just relax for a minute. A door should open any moment now."

A few minutes later, a door opened into a adjacent room. I felt a rush of air again and cologne. Curious, I walked toward the aroma only to discover a tall man who had been bound like I had been in tied up in a chair. A queen bed was on the other side of the room.

I introduced myself and told him who I was. He couldn't believe I was a man but my voice was decidedly more female. Frank Asher was pleased to see me. He hadn’t seen anyone at least twelve hours or more. He was a sophomore and an athlete.

"Joe, or whatever your name is. I cannot believe you're a guy. I have to thank you for this? They told me a girl would come."

I told him it wasn't necessary. In his 6-2 athletic frame, he took me into his arms and kissed me hard and deep. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed. I passed out or something. I woke up beside him a couple hours later. Both of us were naked. I don't remember much but it was apparent he had made to love me and I hadn't minded.

I got dressed not bothering to see the rest of the transformation. I already knew the result and felt it. My groin area felt decidedly different and was wet.

Wendy spoke to me in a calm and soothing tone as I found my way to light. At the doorway, Dallas, Nancy, Wendy and Carlene and the rest of the girls were waiting on me.

Wendy spoke first, "J, how are you?

"Wendy call me Jolene. I'm fine, I'm safe and I'm home. I could use a bath and something to eat. I'm so hungry I could eat a whale. Who was that cute guy and where did you find him?"

"He’s on the track team. He was the last part of the gauntlet and the surprise."

"Another friend of the sorority? I’ll say he was a surprise. I should have been able to fight him but when he kissed me. I melted. Can I have him for a boyfriend?" I half joked.

"Of course if you want him, you two got it on pretty good, maybe you don't remember but it's been taped for your viewing pleasure. Still want to go back to being a man?"

"I don't know if I could. Admission records? I need clothes and everything else."

"Jolene, Carlene's taken care of it. With your height now and figure, there are several girls who could loan you clothes. Bras and briefs you’ll have to buy. Only a few members of the sorority know you're official status. As of now, you’re a real woman. You could have babies or get married if you like."

"It's an interesting way to gain new pledges!" I said smiling.

I still work on the paper and I'm dating Frank Asher. I think he's amazing and I love him so much.

In our Sorority, we've increased our pledges by ten percent in the last semester. One of the new girls is already getting married and planning for a child.

As Nancy likes to say, "The gauntlet to womanhood is paved with good intentions and a little sex." The surprises can be very rewarding.

 

 

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