Sorority Pledge Wannabe

by Rick Goat

 

Part 2 

 

As I walked across campus, my mind wandered to the events of the last of 48 hours. Prior to that, my life had been relatively normal. For the most part I was an average guy, with the one exception of my secret habit of sneaking into my step-sister’s closet. All had been well for many years, but that was different now. I should have known it would have happened sooner or later, but I would never have envisioned the steps Susan would take to exact her revenge.

At first blush, I had dismissed her demands as short-term humiliation, intended only to scare me. But her follow up phone call and subsequent e-mail, with a picture of me dressed as a sorority pledge, had me thinking differently. I didn’t dare take the chance that she would reveal my secret to the entire campus. I had to go along with her plan, until I could figure a way out of the predicament.

The sensation of my jeans rubbing against my silky smooth legs made me aware my life was changing with every step I took closer to the Tri-delt sorority house. I had always secretly imagined what it felt like to have all my hair removed, and Susan’s demand to shave myself afforded me that opportunity to experience it first hand. Having used a razor and a hair remover, I was proud of the job I did, and felt certain it would meet with her approval.

As well, the new bra and panty set I had picked up at the mall were sure to appeal to her acute sense of feminine style. And while I was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, I was paranoid that every stranger’s glancing look in my direction could see through my outer disguise to my secret undergarments, just as I was convinced the sales clerk from the Victoria Secret had not fallen for my "It’s a gift for my girlfriend" line.

The book bag that I carried over my shoulder, contained several packages of black and white tights and the sentences I had been instructed to write for punishment. It had taken me nearly 2 hours to write 500 times, "I will not wear Ms. Southworth’s clothes without her permission." And when I had finished I had filled the front of over twenty sheets of notebook paper.

As I approached the entrance of sorority court, I could feel my stomach begin to churn with butterflies of nervous tension. I checked my watch, and realizing it was 5 minutes to two, I continued into the court towards the imposing Tri-delt house in the far corner of the circle. It was solid white with large columns out front that supported a porch on the front of the building. The distinctive shape of the three large triangles, that represented the Greek symbol for Delta Delta Delta, adorned the front of the house in royal blue. I had only visited the house on rare occasions, mostly to drop of notes or money from my parents. My step-sister’s room was on the 2^nd floor. I casually entered the front door, which was unsecured and used as a general entrance to the house. The first floor consisted of several large rooms, primarily for lounging and parties. Being the most popular house on campus, there was generally a number of girls milling around the 1^st floor talking amongst themselves or entertaining male guests. As well, the in and out traffic was fairly steady. I began my ascent up the stairs, which consisted of an open white railing and a Asian runner carpet that covered the center of the stairs, held in place by a brass rod on each step. A large chandelier hung form the open foyer ceiling, and the walls were adorned with pictures, vases, and other feminine decorations. As I reached the landing, realizing it was nearly 2pm, I made my way to her room. Reaching the door that was labeled 216 just as my watch reached 2pm, I took a deep breath and knocked gently on the surface.

I heard the voice of my step-sister, muffled by the closed door, say "Who is it", before I could even finish knocking.

"It’s me Rick, please let me in", I replied.

I heard some giggles from inside the room, as it became apparent she was not alone. "I’m sorry, I don’t know a Rick, but I was expecting a pledge." "Do you see her in the hallway", she answered trying to hold back her laughter.

I swallowed hard, as a lump appeared in my throat and my mouth got suddenly dry. "It’s me Goat Rachel, please let me in", I said to the closed door.

"I’m sorry, you will have to speak up, I couldn’t hear you. And don’t forget that lowly goat’s have to ask permission to enter a sister’s room. Please try again GOAT", she replied.

"Goat Rachel requests permission to enter Miss Southworth’s room", I replied this time a little louder but soft enough not to draw attention to my presence.

"Try again, only this time louder GOAT, this door is awfully thick", she replied.

"Goat Rachel requests permission to enter Miss Southworth’s room", I said with a louder pitch that attracted the attention of several other girls moving at the other end of the hallway. Before they realized what was going on, the door opened with Susan standing directly in front of me, with a grin on her face.

"Get your butt in here Goat, I’m starting to lose my patience with you already", she said through her smirk. And with that comment I stepped through the door into her room.

As I entered the room, Susan closed the door behind me revealing the other girls who I had heard laughing through the door moments earlier. Standing across the room were three attractive girls, all smiling as they looked in my direction. Not unlike my sister, each girl was impeccably dressed and emitted an aura of superiority that I sensed the moment I had entered the room.

"As you can see Goat, we are not alone. I would like to introduce you to my suite mates and fellow sisters of Tri-delt. This is Karen Johnson, who I believe you spoke with on the phone. She is our President. Next is Julie Andrews, her roommate and Rush Chairman. And last but not least is my roommate Ann Rollins. Ann served as Secretary last year, and was our Pledge Trainer when she was a sophomore. I would like you to come forward and greet each sister properly and introduce yourself. Hurry up, times a wasting."

I shuffled forward towards the three smiling girls, who by now began to laugh. As I stood directly in front of the first girl with my eyes looking towards the floor, I said " Hello Miss Johnson, my name is Goat Rachel and it’s a pleasure to meet you."

With that she broke into laughter as did the other girls and replied, "Hello Goat, glad you could make it."

While the laughter continued, I shuffled over to the 2^nd girl saying, "Hello Miss Andrews, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Goat Rachel"

Similar to the first only laughing harder, she replied, " Welcome to Tri-delt Rachel, I hope you like it here."

Lastly I stood before the third girl. I don’t know if it was the humiliation or what, but as I stood only inches from her face, I suddenly realized I had forgotten her last name. As I searched the deep recesses of my brain, I started speaking. "Hello Miss Ann, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Goat Rachel."

"What did you call me Goat", she replied with a scorn on her face. "Tell me I didn’t hear you address me by my first name."

"I’m sorry, but with all of the excitement, I forgot you last name. I didn’t mean to insult you, but I wasn’t paying enough attention…"

Before I could finish she shouted, "Rollins, R-O-L-L-I-N-S, or better yet Miss Rollins to you Goat. Do you want to be blackballed before you even get started? If you do, you are off to a good start you stupid Goat. Now try again, and see if you can do it right this time."

"Hello Miss Rollins, it’s a pleasure to meet you and I promise I won’t make that mistake again. My name is Goat Rachel and I didn’t mean to…."

Cutting me off again, she replied "Shut up Goat and get back across the room before I decide you need punishment for your mistake". I shuffled back to Susan’s side of the room under the scornful glare of Miss Rollins and the giggles of the other girls.

As I reached my place, Susan smiled and said, "Looks like you are in trouble already Goat. In the future I recommend you pay better attention when I introduce you to a sister of this sorority. By the way, I have shared your "hobby" with all of my roommates. They particularly loved the way you looked in your little pledge outfit. Oh don’t worry, we share all of our secrets, and they never leave these four walls. Besides, as I thought about this weekend, I realized it would be next to impossible to pull this off without bringing them into the loop. Get used to the surprises, this will only be the first of many. Don’t we girls?" With that, she smiled and turned to the other the other girls in the room who nodded and affirmed her comment.

"Before we get started, I think it would be appropriate to share some information with you regarding our plans for the weekend. The most important thing you need to know is, that your ass belongs to us. If you do everything you are told, you might be able to salvage what little reputation you have around this campus. If you don’t, then I will have to share those before and after pictures with everyone on campus. Are we clear Goat? Good, now I’m not sure you know all the ins and outs of sororities and fraternities, but one common practice we share is called "pledge swapping". This entails one of our pledges being loaned to a frat or one of their pledges being loaned to us. It’s pretty common, and the "loaned pledge" is at the mercy of the respective house they have been assigned to for a period of time. Should they get blackballed while on loan, the sorority or frat they are pledging usually drops them as well. So they have to take the assignment very seriously. Earlier this week, Karen’s boyfriend, who attends the all-male private school down the road, called with an offer to loan her one of their pledges for the weekend. It seems this guy is really cocky, and they want to bring his ego down a few notches. He is hand delivering a note to Karen this afternoon. What he doesn’t know is the note is really for him. And once he reads it, he will realize that he will be pledging Tri-delt this weekend. In fact, Karen is expecting our "new pledge" any minute now. Our sorority especially enjoys hazing "loaned pledges", and everyone has been on pins and needles about this weekend since the announcement. This is where you come in Rachel. After our little discovery on Wednesday, Karen and I agreed the best way to pull off this weekend, would be to have you pretend you are part of this swap from the other college. When we eventually introduce you to the rest of our sorority, we will tell everyone they sent two pledges instead of one. That other pledge will keep your secret too, or we will promise to blackball him on the spot. Depending on your cooperation, no one will be able to look at you and see what you really look like Rachel. Besides, you’re such a loser, I doubt no more than 3 people know you on our campus anyway. And those three losers are probably at home wanking off to some website, etc.. If you behave and do as you are told, you might just survive this weekend and have a chance for a normal life again. Of course if you don’t, I will have to send that e-mail to everyone on campus. Just in case you forgot what it looks like, I left it on my computer. There it is, isn’t that a cute picture of you on the top…….", she finished while pointing to the screen on her desktop.

With that said, Karen interrupted and said, "Susan, I think I hear a knock on my door. Julie and I will go get things started with our other pledge. Do you think you can have this Goat ready for her pinning ceremony by 5pm?"

"We’ll give it try, but you can see how little we have to work with," she replied while laughing. As the two girls left the room through the common bathroom, Susan motioned for me to come to the center of the room. At this point, Susan and Ann sat down on a small sitting couch directly in front of me. ‘It’s time to see if you can follow instructions Goat. Did you complete your sentences for me?"

"Yes, Miss Southworth," I replied.

"Well am I supposed to take your word for it, or are you going to show them to me Goat", was her reply. As I opened the book bag and pulled them out, she smiled and said, "now Goat I would like to hear you read them."

I fumbled the papers in my hands and read the first line, "I will not wear Miss Southworth’s clothes without her permission." As I looked up she gave me a hand gesture to continue, while she and her roommate began to laugh. I repeated the sentence another 5-6 times before she interrupted me.

"I don’t know if I believe you, but I am certainly entertained Goat. How long did it take you to do them?"

"A couple of hours Miss Southworth," I replied looking down at the floor.

" Bring them to me Goat, I want to see them." With that, I shuffled across the floor and handed all twenty sheets to her. She laughed as she thumbed through the papers and handed some of them to her roommate to show her that I had actually written the sentence 500 times. "Well I don’t know of this is really 500, but I’ll give you the benefit of doubt this time Goat." With that she took the pile and ripped it in half. She repeated the process a couple of times, until they were in small pieces then she dropped them on the floor. "Is that your handwriting on the trash that’s on my floor Goat?"

"Yes Miss Southworth," I replied.

"Then you better get over and pick it up before I punish you for making a mess in my room. Pick it up, NOW", she shouted.

I jumped quickly to my knees scrambling to pick up what must have been hundreds of little sheets of paper, and stuffed them back into my book bag. Just as I finished, I was told to get on my feet.

"Well if you are not going to wear my clothes without permission, Let’s see if you have any new underwear to model for us. Remove your sweatshirt goat, I think I caught a glimpse of your bra strap when your picking up that mess you made."

I slowly began to pull the sweatshirt over my head, revealing another shirt underneath. "That shirt too, we haven’t got all day", was her comment. As I pulled it off as well, the two girls began to whistle. Susan actually got up off the coach and began tracing the outline of my bra with her finger. "How cute. I just love the touch of lace around the cups. Don’t you agree Ann?"

"Oh yes, and I believe white is just right for this little virgin pledge," she added as she too stood up to get a closer look.

After what seemed like an eternity, Susan broke the silence with, "Now let’s see those panties Goat. Get those jeans off right this minute." As soon as I loosened the top button, I could feel Ann yank them to my ankles.

"Step out and show us what you got Goat," chimed Ann from the rear. With that, she gently spanked my behind to make her point. As I stood in my bra and panties, the two girls spent the next few minutes rubbing my lingerie, laughing, and making sarcastic comments. "Look how silky smooth she is Susan," and she ran her fingers up my legs.

"She better be smooth, in fact she better hope we don’t find a hair on her body. I told her I would punish her if she showed up here expecting to model some of my clothes with that disgusting hair. It looks like she might have actually gotten this part of the assignment right as well," she added as she smiled in my direction. As she stuffed my clothes in the book bag, she pulled out the tights and tossed them on her bed. With that she placed my book bag in a foot locker, then locked it. "Just in case you get any bright ideas, I think I’ll keep these under lock and key until we are through with you."

"Susan, I know she is smooth and everything, but I think she is missing something. She doesn’t seem to have a feminine smell. I think she needs to soak in a warm bubble bath, with an extra dose of perfumed soap."

"That’s a great idea Ann, I’ll get the tub started. Follow me Goat." The two girls walked me to the bathroom and turned on the water. Susan began dumping things in and the water started to bubble. As we waited for it to fill they took turns spraying me with perfumes etc. as well. When the tub reached a good level, Susan turned and said, ‘We are going to give you a few minutes of privacy Goat. When we leave, we want you to remove your bra and panties, and get in that tub for a good 15 minute soaking. Don’t forget to shampoo the mess on top of your head. We will knock on the door when your time is finished. We want you to dry off and put your bra and panties back on and come back into the room. You can leave the water in the tub, I suspect your "pledge sister" might need to be refreshed as well. Do you understand Goat?"

"Yes, Miss Southworth", I said as they turned and left the room. For the first time in about 30 minutes I was alone. And while I could hear my sister laughing through one door, and the other girls yelling at the other guy through the other, I did feel a little relief. That quickly faded as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, dressed in girl’s underwear. Not wanting to get in any further trouble, I fumbled with the bra clasp and removed it and my panties and jumped in the tub. The water was quite warm, but was overly pungent from all the soaps, etc. By the time I relaxed and washed my hair, I heard the knock on the door.

"Playtime is over Goat, get out of that tub and get your butt in here. And you better not keep us waiting or you’ll be punished," said Susan.

"Yes, Miss Southworth. I’ll be right out", was my reply as I got out of the tub and dried off. I quickly pulled on my panties and bra and rushed back into my sister’s room. When I opened the door, I noticed a chair was now placed in the corner of the room, and a sheet was on the floor and another on the back of the chair.

"Get over here Goat, its time to see what we can do with that awful hair of yours," she added as she patted the seat of the chair motioning me to come and sit down.

As I sat down in the chair, the sheet was draped around me, closed with a hair clamp. I tried not to cry out as Ann began to run a comb through my tangled locks. This was particularly painful as my hair was relatively long and thick. She yanked the comb through it again and again until it was smooth.

"I’ve done a little work in hair salons Goat, so don’t worry. I’m just going to even out the edges and give us something to work with," she said as she began to run my hair through her fingers and snipping the ends. ‘Hold still, I don’t want to mess up or cut you", she added with a bit of laughter under her breadth.

For the next few minutes, she repeated the process and conferred with Susan on the results. After they were satisfied they had the ends even, and the hair they ay they wanted the sheet was removed.

"Your all finished Rachel, now its time to add a little curl to the look. With that she started added hot rollers to the back of my hair. I could feel the heat from the curler as she wrapped each one with what was remaining of my hair. She repeated the process until she had wrapped about 8-10 curlers. "We’ll let those sit for a while so they make the hair good and curly. Besides, we need to do your nails, before you can get dressed anyway." At that moment, I could feel some foam rubber being stuffed between my toes, while my hands were being pulled forward. "I think we can paint the toes, but these hands are going to need press on nails," Ann commented to Susan.

"I agree, those hands are too far gone and would take too long," Susan added as she pulled a package of pink nails from the drawer and a bottle of matching polish. "Now ordinarily, we make Goats do this for us, but since you are so stupid, we will help you this first time. But pay attention, because from this point forward you are on your own." With that she began to paint my toenails while Ann glued the fingernails to each of my fingers. "Hold still or you will get paddled Goat", was all I heard form Susan as she finished the job. Within a few minutes, they had finished and the bright pink color was shining on both of my hands and feet.

"Don’t move your feet until we say so Goat. We will finish your hair while the toenails dry," were the instructions I heard form Ann as she approached me with a hair dryer. Within minutes my hair was dry and she was removing the curlers. As she pulled each one out, I could feel the hair gently jiggle against my head. As she gently brushed my hair back, I could feel what seemed like the whole back of my head in curls. She gently placed a hairband with a black bow on the top of my head. The hair in front of the band fit tightly to my scalp, while the hair behind the band bobbed on curls. "What do you think Susan, don’t you think this Goat looks cute with her new curly hairdo?

"The hair looks great, but you’re not a miracle worker Ann. But I must admit, you did more than I thought humanly possible with what you had to work with." With that, I could feel the sensation of hairspray being added to my hair to keep it in place. As well the foam insets were removed form my toes.

"Get on your feet Goat, its time for you to model some clothes for us, but first you will have to ask permission. Remember, ask real nicely, or we will make you go downstairs like that," she said with a smile.

I stumbled to my feet and while looking at the floor said, "Please Miss Southworth, can I wear your clothes?" She made me repeat it several times and also ask Miss Rollins the same thing before we proceeded to their closets.

As we approached the closet area, Susan stopped short and said, ‘oops I almost forgot the most important thing." With that she grabbed my arm and led me back to the bed. Sitting on the bed were to small grapefruits, each stuffed in a small natural colored stocking. "I know how much guys like big breasts Goat, so you are going to get to see first hand how much fun it is t have some," she said as she stuffed them into my bra cups. "You will wear your bra and breasts at all times, even in your sleep. You better not let me or another sister catch you without your boobies Goat, or there will be hell to pay. How do you like them? Jump up and down a little, we want to see them jiggle." They both laughed as they made me jump for a few minutes and tell them I love my new boobies. When they tired of my humiliation, we returned to the closet. For several minutes they removed outfits form the closet and would hold them up to me, or make me put my head through the hanger, etc. If they liked it they threw it on the bed, if not they returned it to the closet.

For the next ½ hour, they made me put on different outfits and parade for them. Each time they would whistle at me, or make me curtsey and thank them. Eventually they decided on an outfit. It was a white dress, with black polka dots and a black ribbon at the waist. The skirt billowed upward with a built in ruffle. The neckline fit tightly to my neck, and the sleeves fell to my elbows. A corset had been added to make sure my midsection looked feminine, and I pulled on a pair of white tights. As I stepped into a pair of black patent leather pumps, they led me to the area were they had curled my hair. Make-up, rouge, eyeliner and pencil, and lipstick were applied. Before they let me get up, they made me wear a black and white bracelet, added some rings to my fingers, and clasped a set of fake pearls around my neck. The finishing touch was a pair of matching pearl earrings, that were clasped to my ear lobes, and a spray of perfume along my neckline and wrist.

"Stand up Goat, let’s see how pretty you look," said Ann. As I stood up, I stumbled slightly as I turned on the 2" heels to face the girls. A bright flash blinded me as I realized once again my step-sister was adding more pictures to her blackmail arsenal. "Now don’t you look so pretty Rachel, I think the rest of the sorority will enjoy meeting you. We have just enough time to meet your pledge sister before the two of you go downstairs for your pinning ceremony. Follow me, it’s time to go."

With that, Susan led me through the bathroom towards the other bedroom. Ann walked behind me, telling me to hurry up. As we entered the room, Karen and Julie were laughing while their "victim" was performing curtseys with a book on his head. And while I certainly felt humiliated in my attire, I shuddered with embarrassment for my "pledge sister" as I began to notice how he was dressed. He was wearing a pink party dress with ruffles, the kind little girls wear, and his feet were adorned with white anklets and black patent leather mary janes. His hair was in pigtails, with two very large pink ribbons holding them in place. Hanging across his shoulder was a pink purse and he was clutching a doll under his arm while he held the hem of his skirt. When Karen realized we had entered the room, she made the pledge introduce herself to Susan and Ann.

"Hi Miss Southworth, my name is Goat Daphne, it’s a pleasure to meet you," was his reply with a deep curtsey. He repeated the introduction for Miss Rollins to the delight and laughter of the room.

"And this is your pledge sister Rachel. Let’s see the two of you hug like good pledges," commanded Miss Johnson.

We both walked slowly to each other, and loosely embraced, trying not to make eye contact along the way. "Come on Goats, you can do better than that. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t think you love each other," came from Miss Rollins. With that we hugged again this time harder and faking a slight kiss on each other’s cheek.

At that point Miss Johnson announced, "I think it’s time to get you two down stairs to meet the rest of the sorority. I want you to hold hands and follow me." We gently clasped each other’s hand and started to follow Miss Johnson and Miss Andrews out the room. Susan and Ann followed closely behind us reminding us to walk like ladies and keep our backs straight. As we approached the stairs I could hear the voices of what seemed like dozens of women coming form the 1^st floor. As we began our descent, I felt so exposed. Dressed in this ultra feminine outfit, it felt like the whole world could see up my skirt with each step I took down the stairs. The smooth leather of the soles of my pumps made it necessary for my to step sideways one step at a time, for fear I would lose my balance and fall on my butt. As we reached the mid-point landing I could begin to see the pretty faces and bodies associated with the voices I heard a few minutes earlier. At this point my palms were sweating and so were Daphne’s, as our procession stopped abruptly. Miss Karen began ringing a hand bell and announced, "Ladies of Tri-delta, can I have your attention. It is time to begin the pinning ceremony. We are prepared to present two prospective pledges to the sisterhood for affirmation. I present to you…Rachel and Daphne."

With that she began walking again, and we were nudged to follow. The girls below offered a mixture of clapping, laughter, and whistles as we completed the last flight of stairs and were led into the main meeting room on the 1^st floor. The sea of girls parted, with more jeers as we approached the center of the room. Three lighted candles were burning on an alter, where we stopped. Karen raised her hands and shook the bell once again. Slowly the laughter stopped and the room approached silence.

"Ladies, it is my pleasure to present two prospective pledges to this sorority. Each girl is prepared to start her journey of a pledge to prove her worthiness to the sisterhood. Are there any objections from the sisters with these two candidates?"

"Very well, we will proceed. Rachel and Daphne, do you agree to keep all the secrets of Tri-delt?

"Yes Miss Johnson," was our reply.

"Do you agree to honor all the demands of the sisters of this sorority, trusting in their wisdom to make me a better pledge?"

"Yes Miss Johnson," we replied.

"On behalf of the sisters of Tri-delt, I pronounce you Goats." As she made this statement she stepped forward and pinned a blue and black ribbon on each of our dresses. ‘This ribbon represents your lowly position in this sorority. You will wear it all times as a symbol of your unworthiness. As Goats of this sorority you must be taught the appropriate behavior of a lowly member of the pledge class. I have selected Miss Rollins to be your Big Sister Rachel, and Miss Andrews will be yours Daphne. You will follow them to their rooms, so they can review the basic pledge rules with each of you at this time. You will both be expected to join your pledge sisters for tonight’s activities that are planned for 7pm. Get moving, you have lots to learn in a short period of time."

With I felt a grasp on my wrist. Miss Rollins had grabbed me and was leading me back across the room to the stairs. I could Daphne following close behind me. As we were pulled across the room, the sisters continued their taunts and jeers.

"Come with me Goat Rachel," commented Miss Rollins, "you have a lot to learn in an hour. We’re just getting started with you. The real humiliation comes later."

With that I felt a lump in my throat and followed her up the stairs wondering what could be possibly worse than this????????

 

 

 

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