Sorority Pledge Wannabe

by Rick Goat

 

My father had remarried when I was 12, and his 2^nd wife had two daughters from a previous marriage. They were both the attractive cheerleader types, with the youngest being 3 years older than me. The older sister was in college when they got married, so we didn’t spend that much time in the same house. The younger sister Susan, who was 15 at the time, moved into our house and became a bigger part of my life. We got along OK, but at times she enjoyed tormenting and teasing me. As you would normally expect, I reciprocated with selective mischief like locking her out of the house when she broke curfew, so she had to wake our parents to get in the house. These types of episodes occurred throughout her high school years, until she finally went off to college.

As the years passed, I found myself living at home, attending the same college as my step-sister. And while she had her own room at the sorority house, she still dropped by from time to time, still maintaining a bedroom in our home. At college she was very popular. Of course she was a member of the best house on campus, Delta Delta Delta, known for its good looks and teasing demeanor. In fact she had been Rush Chairman and Vice President prior to her senior year. I had always been a little jealous of her, for I wasn’t nearly as popular, and had spent all of high school living in her shadow. I had elected to live at home vs. the dorm to save money and keep access to home cooked meals. Both of my parents worked, so there was lots of free time in the house. Another reason was it afforded me the opportunity to fulfill my secret fantasy.

For years now, I had been sneaking into my step-sister’s room, and pretending I was her. After my parents would go to work, I would remove my favorite outfits from her closet and dress up. One of my favorites was dressing in her sorority pledge uniform, and pretending I was a pledge. I can remember when Susan came home her freshman year wearing the black tights, plaid skirt, and white blouse with a ribbon over her heart, carrying her pledge book and bag. She had pledged a sorority in high school as well, and for the most part she was doing a lot of the same stuff. She had met a lot of sisters, while they humiliated her for their entertainment. The humiliation of being a pledge was returned in kind to future pledges classes that followed her.

One winter afternoon, I was wearing her pledge uniform pushing a piece of candy across the floor with my nose, pretending the sisters were yelling at me to hurry up. It was at this time, I was startled to see a pair of women’s shoes 10 inches from my face. Next I heard, "What is going on here?" followed by the familiar laughter of my step-sister. She had stopped by to pick up some sweaters, and I had not heard her come in. I immediately tried to get up and run out of the room, but she grabbed my arm. I was still pulling away, when I heard her say, "Stop fighting or I’ll tell your father. I’m sure he would love to know what his son likes to do in his spare time." I gave in. She spent the next few minutes smiling and looking at me, occasionally laughing as she walked around me. It was clear I was dressing as a pledge, because the pledge bag and book were still in my hands, and the uniform was an exact match. (In fact, I had stuffed my bra with cornflakes, one of my step-sister’s least favorite things she had to do when she pledged).

After several uncomfortable minutes, she broke the silence. "So it looks like my step-brother likes to wear my clothes. I suspected as much, as I have often found things in different places than where I had thought I had left them. And don’t you make the cutest little pledge Rick!!!" She then told me that since I had not asked permission to invade her space, she would have to punish me. For the next hour or so, she made me make beds, wash and fold her laundry, shine her shoes, brush her hair, recite information from my pledge book, etc. If I didn’t do a good job, I was punished. These ranged from having to kiss the toes of her shoes, to pushing things with my nose, eating a raw egg, and even once she paddled me with her high school sorority paddle, that had been hanging on the wall in her room. Throughout the ordeal she photographed me in various compromising positions. As time wore on, she had to leave, and I was hopeful I could end this nightmare. But before she left, she instructed me to stand before her on a small stool one last time. As she started to speak, she started walking around me instructing me to keep my back straight, chest out, and my eyes on the floor. Occasionally she would snap my bra strap, flip the back part of my skirt, or pinch my behind as she spoke.

"Since you like being a pledge so much, I’ve decided that you need real pledge training. And since you like my sorority so much, an idea has crossed my mind. You will contact Karen Johnson, the President of Tri-delt, and tell her that you want to pledge the sorority. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to call her and tell her all about you Rick, or should I say Rachel. Oh yes, I think Rachel is a much more suitable name for a sorority pledge. In fact I think I will see if I can catch her at the house now."

I stood in complete silence as she continued walking around me while she dialed the cordless phone. I wanted to scream and grab the phone form her, but by now I had resigned myself to my fate. I was filled with countless emotions. My entire body tingled from the embarrassment of the last few hours, while my stomach churned from nervous anticipation of my unknown future. My mind raced with the possibilities, and I struggled for a way out of my predicament.

"Hello Karen, hi this is Susan. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time, but I had something I wanted to discuss with you. I know your busy so I’ll cut right to the chase. You now that creepy step-brother I always talk about… well you will never believe what I caught him doing today. It turns out the little weirdo likes to wear my clothes. Yes I think its funny too, but it gets even better. Not only does he like to dress up, it appears he especially likes to dress up and act like a tri-delt pledge. In fact, the little worm is standing right in front me as I am talking to you, dressed in his little pledge outfit as we speak. (laughing) In fact he has something he wants to say to you."

With that she turned her attention back to me. My face was flush form the embarrassment of my secret being shared with another girl. She smiled as she approached me and told me to hold the phone, and bend over and grab my ankles. She told me she was going to give me 5 hits from her paddle on behalf of Karen. After each hit, I was instructed to count the number and say "thank you Miss Johnson". If I fell off the stool, we would have to start over. I could hear her friend laughing on the other end of the phone, as I bent over. The next thing I felt was my step-sister lifting my skirt up on my lower back. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt a sharp pain in behind. Whack! I managed a soft "one…thank you Miss Johnson". Between the laughter, I heard her say, "louder WORM, I can’t hear you," followed by the 2^nd blow. "Two…thank you Miss Johnson", this time saying it much louder.

Whack! "She can’t hear you Rachel"…(laughing as I shouted 3….thank you Miss Johnson).

Whack! Struggling with my balance I shout again, "Four…thank you Miss Johnson."

"You’re not going to fall off that stool are you Rachel, I would hate to have to start over," she said as she swung and connected for the fifth time.

Regaining what little balance I had, I shouted out, "five…thank you Miss Johnson" as a little tear formed in the corner of my eye.

When she finished, she laughed and picked up the phone and continued her conversation with Karen. They laughed and talked about me for another 5 minutes or so, talking about me like I was an inanimate object. Then my step-sister held the phone away from her mouth, grabbed my chin, and looked me square in the eyes. "It seems Karen is amused by your little predicament. In fact, she might even consider letting you continue your training at the Tri-delt house if you ask her real nice. Before I give you the phone, I have something important to share with you little brother. If you do a good job as a pledge and make me proud, this will be our little secret. However, if she doesn’t let you pledge, or you get blackballed for being a bad pledge, I’ll have no other choice but to share all of this with your father. I’m sure he would be real proud of you. So think about that before you speak to her on this phone." With that she handed me the phone. I raised it to my mouth and said, "hello".

"Oh Hi, who is this", the voice answered.

"This is Rick", I replied.

"Rick, I’m sorry I thought this was Susan’s sister Rachel who wanted to pledge our sorority. I must have the wrong person."

I quickly got the message and started over, "I’m sorry, I was mistaken this is Rachel."

"Well it doesn’t sound like a Rachel to me, your voice is awful masculine for a pretty little girl who wants to pledge a sorority", said Karen over her laughter.

I cleared my throat and in a soft high pitch voice answered, "I’m sorry Miss Johnson, this really is Rachel, and I would love to pledge Tri-delt sorority."

"That’s much better Rachel, she replied, what makes you think you are Tri-delt material"

" I’ll promise to do anything you want to prove I’m worthy, please let me pledge, please. Tri-delt is the best, and I promise I would make a good sister", I replied.

"Well you know, we are one of the toughest houses on campus to pledge, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes Miss Johnson, please I’ll do anything to prove I can", I replied.

" Well I wouldn’t ordinarily do this sight unseen, but since Susan is vouching for you, I will give you a shot. The first thing you need to know is our pledges are lowly Goat’s and address all the sisters of Tri-delt as Miss and their last name"

"Thank you Miss Johnson. I won’t let you down", I replied.

" We’ll see about that Goat Rachel, now let me talk to your sister"

After I handed her the phone, she laughed for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone. With that she walked over to me with a smile. "Well, aren’t you going to thank me for getting you in our pledge class, Rachel….or should I say Goat Rachel."

Sheepishly, keeping my eyes to the floor I said "Thank you Susan."

"What did you say you stupid goat", she shouted back.

"I’m sorry…thank you Miss Southworth", I replied under the glare of her scorn.

"Well you got that right… you certainly are a sorry excuse for a goat", smiling as she made eye contact with me.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tell Karen and the rest of the sisters that you need lots of training and that you look forward to provide them amusement while they humiliate you." With that she lifted my head and I was looking straight into her eyes. She then told me that if I didn’t do as instructed, she would tell my dad as well as a number of students on campus. "I’m sure your dad will stop paying your tuition, and even if he doesn’t you’ll be the laughing stock on campus, particularly when everyone sees the pictures," she added. That may happen anyway, but there is a remote possibility the sisters will make you their ‘secret’ pledge and only haze you in the private confines of the house. Besides, it doesn’t look like you have a choice."

With that, my sister grabbed her sweaters and walked to the door. "I want you to hand wash my tights, bra, and panties your wearing pledge. And when your done, I want my pleats ironed on that skirt and my blouse needs to be dry-cleaned. Before Friday, you will need to go to the mall and buy a new white bra and panty set for your pinning ceremony. Since it’s such a special occasion, I would like you to buy your new lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. Pick up several pairs of white tights while your there as well, you’re going to need them too. By the way, you are not allowed to wear any of my clothes again without permission. In fact to make sure you get that message, I want you to write, "I will not wear Miss Southworth’s clothes without her permission" 500 times on some paper. You can bring these sentences to me when you report promptly to my room at the sorority house at 2pm on Friday.

With that she turned away again, stopping short of the door. She turned and faced me and said, "Oh I almost forgot the most important part of your instructions. I want you to look your best for your big day!!!! I have just the right outfit in mind for you. You’ll be so cute in the pink and white skirt/sweater combo that I wore at my pinning ceremony! And since you have been wearing my clothes, we both know it will fit. But before I would let you wear it, you have to prove your worthy. I don’t want any of your nasty body hair touching it so I want you to shave your entire body except for what’s on your head and around your eyes. I suggest using a hair remover around those hard to reach places. That will be a good start, but we still have lots of work to do to get you ready for the ceremony. Since you keep your hair in that long grunge type style, I think we can make that work without using a wig. With a nice smelling shampoo, some hot curls and some hairspray, we can turn those pathetic locks into a nice feminine hairdo. In addition to your hair, we need time to do your nails and make-up and work on the way you walk. Don’t be too nervous, you won’t have to be dressed like this for too long. Only long enough to be completely humiliated by the entire sorority. Besides, after the ceremony, whoever gets assigned as your Big Sister will provide you with your very own pledge outfit, bag, book, etc. I think my roommate Anne might be interested. She especially enjoys humiliating Goats!"

"The pinning ceremony starts promptly at 5pm in the chapter room. This is the official kick off of your pledging, and you will be formally introduced to all the sisters as well as the rest of your lowly pledge class. And if I were you, I would come up for an excuse for Mom and Dad this weekend. Based on what Karen told me, Goat Rachel has a full weekend of pledge activities on her schedule. And when your not busy with those, Karen indicated she has a growing list of pledge tasks for you to complete. And remember, you better be respectful to Karen and my sisters, or our little secret will be shared with everyone. I will be in my room by 2pm on Friday. Don’t keep me waiting, and be sure to be wearing your new bra and panties under your clothes. And you better do a good job shaving, before we get started I might have to conduct a thorough inspection to see if you can follow instructions goat. Good luck shopping at the mall… too bad you have to spend some of your precious beer money on pretty lingerie. Get used to it Rachel, we have a lot more surprises for you…." With that, she slipped out the door laughing and I stood motionless contemplating the events of the last few hours and the unknown trials of my future.

Was this a bad dream? How did I let this happen? Was she really serious? Do I risk chancing not following her instructions? What will become of me if I do follow them????????

 

 

 

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