Payback

by Jennifer White

 

Kate and I were returning to our dorm room after studying at the library.

"I tell you" she said, "this math class is so hard to learn! I don't know how you do so well with it Jill."

"Hard work" I replied.

It was true. I just studied hard, and worked hard. There weren't too many of us girls in the class anyway, and I sort of wanted to prove to them (and myself) that girls could do good in advanced math too. I hated stereotypes of women, and fought against them whenever I could.

"Don't worry Kate. I'm here to help you. I'll make sure you get through this class, and pass with flying colors."

She gave me a hug.

"You're such a friend" she said.

I was glad I had *her* for a friend and as a roommate this year. Last year, Maria had been a real nightmare for me. We constantly argued about everything. I liked things neat, but she was a slob. I liked it quiet so I could study, she wanted the radio on loud, even when she left the room! She would yell at me when she got back about turning it off.

"But you were gone for half an hour!" I had protested.

"So?" she replied.

So I was supposed to suffer from her, and she didn't have to do anything to help me out? I don't think so. But the worst thing came near the end of the year, when she made a move on the guy I was dating. He came over to our room to see me, but I was late getting back from my physics lab. I found them in the room, holding each other, kissing. Well, that was the end of my relationship with both Maria *and* Tim.

But Kate on the other hand was wonderful. She was like a sister to me. We liked so much of the same things, thought almost alike (it was scary some times!), and we were even the same size. We would borrow each other's outfits all the time, then wash them, and return them neatly to where they belonged. We had a quiet, neat room, which was a much better environment for studying.

But sometimes we'd study at the library, like tonight, so we could check out the guys, meet up with friends, and be a little more social. I mean, what kind of girl just stays in her room and studies all day? Even if I was going to work hard to get a good grade, I wasn't about to become a hermit or something.

 

We reached our dorm hall, and waived to the female guard who was posted at the entrance. The school wanted the women's dorm kept safe at night, although I had never heard of any trouble on campus. But a girl can't be too safe these days. We kept a softball bat in our room, just for some extra protection too. Some of the other girls on our floor said we were paranoid, but hey, I'm going to do what I feel I need to, in order to be safe.

We climbed the stairs to the third floor, and went down the hall to our room. I pulled the keys out of my purse, and opened the lock. Immediately, I knew something was wrong.

"Someone has been in our room!" I said.

My hands were trembling, as I put them on my hips. I seethed with outrage and a sense of being violated. I felt like screaming! We went in, and looked around. The window was ajar, so I went to shut it. The intruder must have climbed the old oak tree, and swung over to our window.

We also noticed that the closet door was ajar, and we always kept it shut. The drawers in our dresser were open. Instead of their normal order and neatness, clothes were sticking out, their neat folds replaced with messy wrinkles.

"They went through our clothes!" said Kate.

"Go get Mia" I replied. "She'll know what to do."

Mia was a senior, and all the girls on the floor looked up to her as our de facto leader. Kate ran off down the hall, while I shook my head. I wanted to cry I was so upset. But then I heard a noise! Coming from the closet. I held my breath, but my heard was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. I could *feel* it in my head. I heard the noise again, and I just lost it. I screamed out loud.

Just a moment later, Kate came running in accompanied by Mia. Brenda, Vicky and Lynn also showed up. They all crowded into our room.

"In there!" I said, pointing to the closet.

Kate picked up the softball bat, I felt really stupid for not having thought of that. I panicked, and just forgot about it. I was clutching my purse instead of a useful weapon.

We all stood back as Mia opened the door. There, cowering in the back of our closet was a guy, holding several pairs of panties in his hand.

"Anyone know this guy? Are any of you dating him?"

We all shook our heads and said 'no'.

"I'm going to pound him!" said Kate, cocking the bat back.

"No, please!" said the guy, his voice quivering.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I said.

"What are you doing in my room?" said Kate, brandishing the bat threateningly.

"This is all just a prank" said the guy. "I....I'm a pledge at a frat. The Omegas. It's an initiation ritual. They put me up to it."

"Up to what?"

"I had to steal panties from four different girls, and bring them back so they could be nailed to the wall."

"We're not girls, we're women" corrected Mia.

"Why didn't y'all just buy some, and tell them you stole them?" said Brenda in her southern drawl.

"I'm too honest?" said the guy sheepishly.

As if we'd buy that, after what he did, breaking into my room! I was about to slap him. He deserved it. I think Kate wanted to knock him in the head with the bat.

"Please let me go" he said. "It was all just a joke. Harmless."

"Harmless? You invaded our privacy! You broke into our room!" I said.

"We should turn him in" said Vicky. "That will get him kicked out of school, and he'll never bother us again."

"No! Please don't do that!" said the guy, who looked to be almost in tears now. "My dad said that if I don't stay in school, I've got to enlist in the army. I can't do that! I have to stay in school. Please!"

"Then how about I whack you with my bat, so you remember not to ever try anything like this again!" said Kate.

"No" said Mia calmly. "We can do better than that."

"How?" I asked, curious. What would be a better reminder to this guy than a beating from a bunch of angry girls? Imagine him slinking back to his frat, after being beat up by a girl. That would be cool to see.

"We can make sure that the Omegas never send another pledge to bother the girls, ever again. And this one will really learn his lesson" said Mia.

"And just how do you propose to do that?" asked Lynn.

Mia smiled. She turned to the guy.

"What is your name?" she said, in her authoritative tone of voice, which reminded me of my mother, when she was telling us kids to clean the room, do the dishes, or some other chore we had forgotten.

"I....I'm Jack" he said, his voice still shaking.

"Not anymore" replied Mia.

 

"What do you mean?" asked Jack.

"I mean that 'Jack' is a guy's name. Because you love panties so much, we are going to turn you into a girl. And once you're a girl, we'll return you to your frat buddies. So you can't go around with a name like Jack anymore. You're going to become one of us tonight."

"No! You can't do that to me! I won't let you" protested Jack.

"All right. Then we can just call security, and you can turn yourself in" sighed Mia, as if resigning herself and giving up.

"You'd look really good in army green" added Kate, who was getting into it too now.

I looked at Jack's face, and saw what looked like a bunny rabbit when you're speeding down at country road at night, and it stops in your headlights. It was dawning on him that he was completely at the mercy of the girls now, and he was going to have to do whatever we told him to do.

I had thought that giving him a pounding would have been fun, but this was even better. Without laying a hand on him, we'd cause a hundred times more psychological harm. What would a guy like him dread more than being forced to become a girl? This was going to be a blast!

 

"Take a shower. Shave those hairy legs of yours, and your chest" said Mia, pointing to the bathroom door.

"And under your arms" I added, joining in for the first time.

The girls smiled as I said that. We imaging how terrible he'd feel as he removed his body hair. He went into the bathroom, as if he had his tail between his legs, already defeated. We huddled together and planned the next move. The girls ran down the hall to their rooms, to get some items would we need.

When Jack came out of the shower, we were ready for him. He did look kind of cute, and for just a moment I felt sorry for him. But what a rat he was! He deserved what he was about to get. It was a weakness of mine, feeling sympathy for even the worst sort of people out there. But I didn't have time to dwell on that now, it was my turn to start things off.

"Tell me," I said, "what is the name of the girl at your old highschool who you *hate* the most."

Jack didn't think for more than a couple of seconds before responding.

"Debbie, I guess" he said, as he stood there wrapped up in only an oversized pink and white striped towel.

"Why?" I asked.

"She led me on, and let me think that she wanted to go out with me. But she was just playing me, trying to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, so that they could get back together."

"And?" asked Vicky.

"They did. And he threatened to beat me up if I ever came near her again. As if I would ever *want* to do that."

"Perfect" I said. "You really do hate Debbie. So from now on, that will be your name. You are no longer a guy. You are no longer 'Jack'. From now on, you are Debbie."

"Tell us your name" said Mia, before he had a chance to really say anything.

"Debbie" he whispered.

"Again! Louder!"

"I'm Debbie" he said.

"Tell us that you're a girl" said Kate.

"I...I'm...a...a girl" he said.

We all giggled. We wanted to rub it in more, since this was obviously so upsetting to him.

"You're one of us now. You've become a girl."

"You are a female."

"What a pretty young woman you are" I said.

"And a pretty young woman like you should be in panties" said Mia.

Lynn handed him a pair of black thong panties that she had retrieved from her room. There were small, lacy, and would be really tight on him. It was a real hoot to watch him attempt to put them on, without letting us see a peak of what was under the towel. I was kind of disappointed when he pulled it off. We all would have liked to have stolen a glimpse!

"There. Now your pussy is buried inside your sexy panties" said Brenda.

"I almost forgot. Do you need a tampon today?" asked Vicky.

"No!" said 'Debbie'.

We almost fell over laughing at that one, and how angrily he reacted. The panties *were* tight on him, and you could tell he didn't like how they rode up in back. It served a guy right to have to wear thongs, after we put up with them to be sexy for our guys.

They were also very tight in the front, so it didn't leave much to the imagination. We all enjoyed this moment immensely. But there was a lot more for us to do, so we had to keep moving along.

It was Kate's turn now. She held out a black bra. We had chosen Brenda to go get one of hers, because she had the biggest boobs out of any of us. Why was she the lucky one? I always felt jealous of her. I wished my boobs were as big as hers, and shaped as nicely. I didn't like being just a B cup.

But now 'Debbie' was holding out 'her' arms, as Kate closed the clasps on the wide strap across 'her' back. As uncomfortable as the panties were, I think he was freaking out more from the bra though! It was just support for your boobs. But he acted like we had just wrapped a deadly snake around him or something. His eyes were bugging out of his head.

"Okay girls, stuff it" said Mia.

We had all gathered nylons while he was in the shower, and now we stuffed them into the large empty D cups of his bra. That filled it out, so that it was now nicely full and firm.

"Nice boobs babe" said Kate.

"You're stacked!" I added.

"Tell us you like having big beasts" said Lynn.

"I like having big breasts" he echoed.

"Say it like you *mean* it Debbie" said Mia.

"I like having big breasts" he said again, this time with more conviction.

 

We kept one pair of pantyhose aside, and now we made him put them on his newly-smoothed legs. We told him how sexy his legs looked.

"They would look really hot in a skirt" said Brenda.

Lynn had brought a black miniskirt, which 'Debbie' had to really struggle to fit in. It was really tight on him!

"She looks hot in a skirt all right" I said.

"It shows off her butt" said Mia.

He looked like he was going to cry. Next we put him into a pink tank top. He looked ridiculous like that, but we had decided that pink would be the most intimidating color for him to have to wear. We all gushed about how pretty of a girl he was now, until he looked like he was going to puke or something.

"Sit" ordered Mia, as she pointed to the chair.

"Keep your knees and ankles together young lady!" scolded Brenda. "Girls don't sit with their legs spread apart like that! Do you want all the boys to think you're a slut who will open her legs for them?"

He quickly shifted his legs to sit like a girl does.

 

'Debbie' squirmed in the seat, as Vicky set out to make over his face. She was putting on a heavy coat of foundation, while I ran down the hall to Tia's room. She played on the women's basketball team, and she was about six foot three. She had to have the biggest feet of any girl in the dorm. If any shoes would fit him, they would be hers.

I explained the situation, and she laughed as she dug around for fancy shoes in her closet.

"That sounds fun! Can I come join you?"

"Well, my room is pretty full" I said. "I don't think we have room for another. But you can help out. Why don't you organize the girls to get ready to meet the new girl, once she's done?"

"Cool" she said, giving me a wink and handing me a pair of pumps.

I laughed and stuck out my tongue. We both giggled, as I went down the hall, back to my room. I was eager to see what Vicky had done to his face. She was good with makeup I had heard.

I found 'Debbie' sitting with 'her' arms out, the fingers spread wide apart, as the bright red polish on 'her' nails dried. I thought that Vicky had overdone it with the rouge on the face, but she had done a great job with the eyes. They were pretty, looking wide and innocent. Bambi eyes.

"Here's your shoes" I said, handing the pumps to Mia.

Now *I* would never wear red pumps with a black skirt (or a black skirt with a pink top!). But he was a guy, and what would he know about putting together an outfit? And anyway, they were the only shoes we could find that would have fit him. They really did look silly on his feet once Mia fastened the last buckle. They were all loopy and strapy. They seemed to intimidate him, like the bra had. How could a guy be so scared of a little piece of clothes?

"It's too bad we can't do more with her hair" said Kate. "Its too short."

"Wait!" said Lynn. "Drama club! Someone ask Nancy to run next door, and grab a wig out of wardrobe."

"Great idea!" said Mia, who went to speak to her friend Nancy. It would only take a moment for her to run over and get the wig. While she worked on that, we tortured Debbie some more.

"You need to learn how to walk like a girl" said Brenda. "Take small, tight steps. Hold your shoulders back, stick your boobs out. Keep your spine straight, and your posture upright."

He teetered around, as he learned to walk in heels for the first time. Lynn patted him on the butt as he walked past her, so we all started doing that. He jumped every time, which made us all fall into a fit of giggles.

We were spraying him down with perfume when Mia returned with the wig. It was one of those over-the-top theatrical ones, and it looked crazy. But now he had long blonde hair once we put in place. He looked....like a guy in drag, but we all told him he was a woman now, and how pretty had had become.

"A little girl has blossomed, and become a *woman*" said Kate.

"Now you're just like us."

"You need to move into the women's dorm now."

"Or join a sorority, so you can be with your sisters."

'Debbie' was silent through all this, beyond freaked out. I think that 'she' was shell shocked now, and there wasn't much more we could do to her. Mia seemed to think the same thing.

"Time for us to return you. You're going home, babe" she said.

"Let's go!" I said, grabbing my purse.

"Hey, does anyone have an extra bag, for *her*?" asked Vicky.

"I do!" said Kate, pulling her spare purse out from the closet. "She must have been looking for this in the closet, so she could carry it."

We made 'Debbie' sling it over 'her' shoulder, and showed her the proper way to hold your purse.

"I hope nobody sees me like this" he replied, the first time he had spoken in quite some time.

"Don't worry honey. I'm sure nobody will notice" said Mia.

We opened the door, and walked out. Almost every chick in the dorm was up on our floor, to watch. The word had spread like wildfire, and they all wanted to see 'the new girl'.

"Hello Debbie. I love your shoes" said Tia.

Girl after girl made a comment as 'Debbie' was paraded past them, down the hall.

"Nice boobs, babe."

"What a sexy chick you are Debbie!"

"Hot babe in a tight skirt at 3 O'clock!"

"She's sure hot to trot."

 

"Okay, what's going on here?" said the female guard, who had come upstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

"Nothing. Just us girls hanging out" said Mia. "Its not like there's a guy here or anything. Just girls."

"There had better not be. You know the rules."

"No male visitors after 7:00" said Lynn. "We know."

"Good. I'm glad you girls all understand."

She walked over to 'Debbie', and squinted.

"Hello" she said, smiling.

"Hi" replied 'Debbie' shyly. He sure didn't want to get caught now! But the guard was just being friendly, not having seen 'her' around before. She left us, so the danger had passed. It was time for Kate, Mia and myself to return Jack to his buddies, as Debbie. We walked across campus, as he complained about having sore feet.

I was having sore feet too, actually. I had bought these really cute pink flip-flops, with a flower on top. They had a thick sole, with a little bit of a heel. But unfortunately, my foot wanted to slip forward in them, so the thong thingie that goes between your toes was constantly pushing into me. I had a blister going. Why didn't they make women's shoes more comfortable? Why was I such a slave to fashion? Why hadn't I worn something more sensible? Oh what we girls have to go through to look good.

 

Finally, we neared the frat house.

"Hello, babe alert!" said the male chauvinist pig sitting out front on the large front porch.

"We want to see you president" said Mia.

They guy shrugged his shoulders, went inside. We stayed in the shadows, so they wouldn't be able to see Debbie enough to give 'her' secret away. We stayed out front, so all they would really see was real girls.

Soon, a hot blonde guy walked out the door, and stood on the porch, leaning on one of the support columns.

"Can I do something for you ladies?" he said. "Or more specifically, something to you?"

He acted like we'd start screaming, and come running to fall into his arms, and swoon before him. Well, he *was* cute, but I hated those smug macho types, so full of themselves. He was hot, but I would never go out with him.

 

"We have a message for you, your rush chairman, and whoever comes up with the pranks you put your pledges up to."

"What?" he said, as if he was god's gift to women. He was stooping, by just gracing us with his presence.

Mia gave 'Debbie' a push forward, making 'her' move one step up into the light.

"Tell them who you are" whispered Mia, into Jack's ear.

"I'm Debbie" he said in a hushed voice.

"Louder! Like you mean it!" said Mia. "Or we show the guards the photos we took of you! Its either embarrassment or expulsion. You pick."

"I'm Debbie" he said loudly.

"Tell them what sex you are."

"I'm a girl" he said loudly.

"Go" said Mia, giving him another push forward. I looked up to her so much. She was so brave. Nothing seemed to scare her. She was a born leader. I wished that I had her inner strength. She was my hero, really. I wanted to be just like her some day. I wished I wasn't so quiet, so passive. She was going to make it big, no matter where she ended up.

 

'Debbie' walked up to the frat house, and onto the porch, into the bright light. By now, there was quite a crowd of guys gathered around. At first, they hooted and hollered. But then it dawned on them: this wasn't a chick. It was one of their own. Jack was really blushing now in embarrassment. Even with the heavy makeup, you could still tell. A hush fell over the guys.

"If you ever send another guy over to bug us again, not only will we turn him into a girl, but we'll make him like *boys* instead of girls. He'll come back, and want to *date* you. Don't think we can't do it either."

 

We turned around as they gaped their mouths wide open. We walked away, arm in arm, making sure to exaggerate our struts. I couldn't quite understand it, but for some reason, I was *really* turned on. Seeing Jack in a dress, acting like a shy girl, I was actually turned on. I felt myself getting wet! I had never fantasized about this before, but suddenly the idea of turning a guy into a girl sounded really appealing to me.

"We won't have to worry about him again" said Mia.

"Or *her*" I added.

We laughed as we walked off. I wondered if Mia could really do what she had threatened them with, making a 'new girl' come back liking guys instead of girls. That sounded fun, like something I should try sometime. Maybe I should look up Jack after all this blew over, and start working on him.

Now I really felt turned on. I wanted to turn him into a girl. All the way. That would be my mission. I gave Mia and Kate a hug. They had opened a door to me, and shown me something new, which really made me horny. I had a mission now: turn them into girls. All of them...

  

  

  

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