The Sorority Trap

by: CJ

Part 2

I finished eating, and right away the sorority girls had tasks for me to do. I couldn’t believe it, I felt like their newest toy, and they just wouldn’t leave me alone.

"Jimmy," cooed Jennifer, "You should do the dishes now." She laughed, "Isn’t it great, with him around we don’t have to do any chores around here!" The other girls agreed with her!

I had to put my foot down. "No. Look, enough is enough. I know you have the pictures, but you can’t keep me here more than one day. People will notice if I’m gone from the dorm, and I do have classes and stuff! I’ve already missed my pledge activities today. If I’m gone tomorrow, I’ll be in big trouble."

Sandra giggled, but said, "He’s right, you know. This is fun, but we should probably stop."

I breathed a sigh of relief, until Kim said, "No WAY!" All the girls, and I, turned to look at her. "This is our big chance. Those frat boys are always hitting on us, being sexist, not treating us fair. This is our chance to even it out a bit. It won’t hurt them, but I think someone who pledges the same fraternity should pay. We can’t get them, but we can get little Jimmy here." She looked at me, "Shouldn’t you be doing the dishes?"

I gulped, but started on the dishes. I didn’t like where this was going. Shawn asked, "Get him how?" By her looks, she looks not only curious, but also intrigued.

Kim smiled wickedly, "Little Jimmy can be our pet, our little slave girl. Cause of those pictures we have him where we want him, and the more he does, the more he’ll have to do." She was talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. I flushed with embarrassment. "Imagine, if he gets accepted into the frat, the humiliation they’d have if they found out one of their brothers was acting like a feminine serving girl!"

They all laughed at that. Ha ha. I scrubbed a plate, not happy at all.

"Hey! Shawn, go get my cap from your Halloween costume last year," Kim said. Shawn looked at her fun, then brightened when she figured out why. While Shawn went upstairs, Kim continued, "He can come by every day after his classes, and do whatever we want! Not only will we not have any housework to do, but he’ll entertain us in any way we wish!"

Putting down her Cosmopolitan, Emily agreed, "Oh yes, that would be such fun! Jimmy…" she called to me. I didn’t turn my head, I just tried to ignore her, "Would you like to be a sorority maid?" I had to close my eyes, this couldn’t be happening. "Or perhaps you’d rather be a pledge girl?"

I tried to remain quiet, but Kim came up behind me and slapped me on my butt. Hard. "Hey!" I almost dropped the dish, and thank god I didn’t.

"Answer her, Jimmy." Kim looked me right in the eyes.

"I don’t want to do either, Kim, Emily. Please, just let me go."

Emily just smiled, "He can’t decide. That probably means he wants both. Perhaps we should help him…"

Shawn came back downstairs, saving me (I guess) by diverting their attention. She had something lacy in her hands. "I found it!"

Taking it from her, Kim smiled hugely, "Perfect! Jimmy, face me." What choice did I have? I faced her. She then pinned what could only be a maid’s cap to head. Bits of lace trailed down the back of my head. She adjusted it, laughing, and said, "Perfect. Now finish the dishes, girl." I groaned, but turned around and grabbed a fork to clean. Jennifer took that moment to take another picture. I wanted to cry.

While I cleaned, they teased me. "You look so pretty in your cute maid’s hat, Jim." "What a great housewife you will make!" On and on it went.

I eventually finished as there wasn’t that much to do. "Can I go home now, please?"

Jennifer shook her head, along with everyone else, "No, you still have laundry to do. Go downstairs and do it. Now."

I went, anything to get out of there. I heard Kim start to talk about some ideas she had, but I couldn’t hear her for long. They actually left me alone for a couple of hours. I didn’t dare take off the apron or cap – what if they came down stairs?

Eventually, everything was either folded or hung. I never thought I’d hate the site of women’s lingerie, but I did. I rubbed my eyes and walked upstairs. They were all in the common area, talking.

"Ah, there’s our girl!" Shawn seemed to delight in calling me a girl. "All done your chores?" They all smiled at me.

What could I say, "Yes, I am. Can I go home now, please? It is really late." There, I was begging.

They nodded, but grinned. Emily came over to me, "Sure, you can. But we have some ground rules for you." Oh no, here it comes. "We’ve decided we like having you do all this stuff for us, so we are going to continue." My eyes widened, but she went on. "IF, and only if, you do a good job, then your secret will be safe. Eventually, we’ll let you go. We decided that just knowing that we have a fraternity brother as a slave girl is good enough. So, if you make it in your fraternity, we’ll let you go."

I was relieved; there was a way out. Emily was laughing behind her hand, but I ignored it. "So that means that I can do all my pledge functions."

"Of course!" Kim sounded like she was giving me the world. "Unless it interferes with your duties here, and you’ll have a lot."

I just lowered my head, "Okay, I agree. Can I go now."

Emily adjusted my cap, "No silly, we have some rules! We wrote them up, and your first assignment is to memorize them and be able to say them to us." Oh god no. "Here is the list."

The paper was pink and green, with their letterhead, and it had the following:

1. I will address each sister with the title of Miss (example: Miss Emily) and show proper respect.

2. I will always wear my sorority pledge bracelet as a token of your position.

I looked up, horrified, "A bracelet?"

Emily pointed, "Keep reading, then we’ll explain." Grimacing, I continued reading out loud.

3. During class hours, my time is my own, but weekdays after class and all day Saturday, I will report to the sorority house.

4. I will always stand in the presence of a sister, and stand with my feet together and hands folded in front of me, with my head down and eyes toward her feet, unless told otherwise.

5. I will wear my pretty apron and maid’s cap when working at the house. (ugh!)

6. I will buy and read Seventeen every month, and always carry the current issue in my book bag. (I looked up, wanting to protest, but Emily glared, so I just read on, not believing this.)

7. I will keep a girl’s notebook of all my assignments, writing in it using a pink pen, and show it to a sister whenever asked. They are also to be carried at all time.

8. I will be a happy sorority maid. If at any time I’m not a happy girl, I can expect to be punished.

I lowered the note. I wanted to crawl in a hole – they were all laughing, at me, and clapping. Shawn got up, "Here is your new pledge bracelet!" She wrapped the small delicate bracelet around my right wrist and clasped it together. It was linked pink and green tiny jeweled hearts, with the greek letters Delta and Gamma dangling like charms. Anyone could tell it was a girl’s bracelet a mile away. Shawn noted, "You might be able to take it off, but the clasp is so small it will take two hands to put it back on. I doubt you’ll ask your friends for help. Besides, we’ll be checking for that bracelet all the time." She paused, then looked at me, "You had better thank me, Jim."

I was in shock, so I just mumbled, "Thank you." She looked at me harder. I’m not stupid, so I just cringed and said, "Thank you…Miss Shawn." They all got a great laugh of out that.

Shawn then adjusted my posture to conform to rule 4 and she smiled, ruffling my hair. "Perfect. Hmm…eventually we’ll have to work on your posture." Great, just great. We expect to see your new magazine, notebook, and pen on Monday after class. Where you get it is up to you.

"But why do I have to get that stuff? And why Seventeen? Isn’t that for teenage girls?"

Kim tsked at me, "Now now, ask if you can speak next time." I glared, but she just laughed.

Shawn answered, "Well, the only answer you really need is because we said so. But…we’ve decided you need to understand women if you want to serve them better. And the best way to understand them is to learn and act like them. So this is a start. And yes, Seventeen is for teenage girls. We figured you’d have a lot to learn, so you should start that way. Don’t worry, if you are a good girl, you will be able to read more mature magazines eventually. That is, unless you want to buy Cosmopolitan or Glamour now also."

I quickly responded, "No no! One magazine is enough…Miss Shawn." I can’t believe it, I’m glad to be reading a girl’s magazine, because it isn’t more than one. The bracelet, though small, hung like a huge weight, tickling my wrist.

Emily spoke up, "And you had better pay attention to rule 8. If you aren’t happy, and I hope you aren’t, you will get punished. And we have some great ideas for you!"

I glanced over a Sandra. She just smiled and shrugged. She didn’t seem as into it as the others, but she wasn’t stopping it either.

Kim added, "The notebook and pen better be distinctly feminine, something a collage or high school girl would use." She then asked me, "Any questions?"

I had a million questions, but all I wanted to do was get out of there, quickly. I shook my head no.

"I couldn’t here you." Kim smiled like an evil cat.

I look at her, then lowered my head, "No, Miss Kim, I don’t have any questions."

She clapped her hands, "Good! Then you can take off your cap and apron. Fold them by the table at the door, and you can go. See you Monday after class, and don’t forget your assignments and to copy your notes in the book!"

I took the horrid stuff off, folded it quickly, and ran out the door. Laugher followed me down the street.

 

It was late, so I made it back to my dorm room unnoticed. I fell right asleep, luckily avoiding any nightmares. I was living a nightmare, so why would I have to dream one?

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the stupid bracelet. Shawn was right … I might be able to take it off, but there was no way I’d get it back on. I was stuck with it. I guess it is long sleeves for me. At least it is late fall.

When I went to shower I realized I had another problem. While I have my own dorm room (very tiny dorm room), the showers were for the entire floor. Sure, there were individual stalls, but we dressed and undressed in the open. Someone walked in while I was about to get in the shower. I hid my wrist quickly and stepped in. He didn’t see it, but he did look at me oddly. It didn’t escape me that the only thing I was wearing was a piece of sorority jewelry. Some man I am.

I waited until my floormate was in the shower before I left. I dried quickly, put on my bathrobe, and escaped to my room. While getting dressed, I had a great idea. Instead of wearing my watch on my left hand, I put it on my right, wrapping it over the bracelet! If I were careful, wearing a long sleeve shirt, no one would see anything.

I met my pledge brothers by the frat house. They gave me a hard time about missing the meeting, but were pretty cool about it. I was allowed to miss a few, but that was the quickest way to not get in. I’d have to be careful. We played some touch football. My game was completely off. Not that I’m good to begin with, but I was constantly checking to make sure the stupid bracelet wasn’t showing. They laughed at my ability, and told me not to play next time unless my mind was on the game

I couldn’t study, so I just ate quickly and decided to get my "shopping" done. Kmart was the best place. It was near campus, so I could walk, and they had school supplies. As well as every magazine in existence. The place wasn’t too crowded, but people did look at me while I flipped through the school supplies. I found a notebook that had pink hearts on the cover. It was the best one there that I though would satisfy the bitches…er…sisters. I got pink pen with small white hearts on it. I shoved them to the bottom of my basket and went to the magazine section. I found Seventeen there, grabbed that and quickly grabbed Maxim. I figured that if I had a guys magazine, the cashier would think that the other stuff was for my fictitious little sister. It was the best I could do.

The cashier did tease me, telling me to enjoy the Seventeen. I did glare at her, openly, but didn’t say anything. I think she knew it was for me. I think everyone knew it was for me. What had my life turned into?

Back home I did some of my class work – the bare minimum I thought I could get away with. It was too freaked out to do more. Then I copied the rules into my notebook - the pink one, with the pink pen, wearing the pink and green bracelet. If my pledge brothers saw me they’d beat the crap out of me. I tried memorizing the rules, and got pretty far. Saying them over and over drove me nuts! I am NOT a maid, and I’m definitely not happy about acting like a girl!!

I got up very early on Monday to avoid anyone in the shower. I got lucky, for once. Classes were okay, until Kim found me between classes.

"Jimmy!" She waved, happily. I couldn’t hide. Normally, I would have loved a sorority girl noticing me. Not anymore. I am really glad I decided to put the girl stuff in my book bag. Unfortunately, whenever I opened the bag, the perfume smell assaulted me. I figured everyone would notice it.

I walked over to her and very quietly said, "Yes, Miss Kim?" People were all around us, but not paying attention as they went to their classes.

She smiled, looked me over, and then frowned, "Where is your bracelet?" I swallowed, and held out my arm, pushing up my sleeve. "Under your watch? Are you ashamed of wearing a pledge bracelet?" She was too loud, people were looking a bit as they walked by."

"Please Miss Kim, not so loud. I’m not ashamed, I just…didn’t want to…that is…"

She laughed, but thankfully lowered her voice. "Give me your watch."

I blinked at her, "What?"

"I’m not going to ask again, Jimmy, give me your watch."

I handed over my watch. The bracelet’s charms jingled happily against my wrist. "That was a mistake, Jimmy. We’ll punish you tonight. Now, give me your book bag." What could I do? I handed that over. She opening it up, and pulled out the book, and laughed, "Perfect!" She found the Seventeen magazine, and said, "Good, you got that too. You’re going to love it." Yeah. I can’t wait. I just kept quiet. She patted me on my cheek, "You did something right at least. See you tonight!" She left, not a care in the world. Unlike me.

All I could think about during my next two classes was the bracelet. I carried my arm oddly so it would slip down my wrist to onto my hand and show. Sandra caught up with me, and smiled, "Jim, how is it going?"

"How do you think, Miss Sandra."

She pouted, "Oh, when we are alone, you can just call me Sandra. What’s wrong?" She pulled me over to sit down next to her.

"What’s wrong?" I decided to risk it. "Everything! All this girl stuff! The sorority sisters are having a field day with me, and I can’t see a way out it. I’m walking around wearing a girl’s bracelet, and …" I tried to keep my voice down, "and carrying a girl’s notebook and Seventeen."

Sandra looked at the bracelet, and smiled, "Jim, it isn’t so bad. Besides, it looks pretty on you!" I couldn’t believe she said that. She played with the bracelet on my wrist, "Let me see the book."

Handing it over, she just laughed, "Oh, that is too much! The girls will love it!"

"Kim does, she found me earlier."

Sandra got serious, "That’s good. She is really upset with the fraternity, you don’t want to get on her bad side." I decided not to bring up my watch. She was still touching my wrist and hand. I was getting aroused…this was so weird. "That bracelet does look pretty on you."

"Gee, thanks."

"Don’t worry." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "It can’t be so bad, can it?"

Now I was stunned. She kissed me, exciting me, and yet she just didn’t understand, scaring the hell out of me. She just smiled while I was silent, got up, and walked away. She looks really cute in her long skirts….

After classes I stopped off at my dorm room to put my class books away, and then went over to the sorority. With dread I knocked on the door. Shawn let me in, and smiled when she saw me, "Jimmy! Come on in!" I quickly darted in. I didn’t want anyone from the fraternity catching me there. She pelted me with questions about the bracelet, and my assignments. But she then stopped and said, "Wait, you have to put on your uniform!"

Cringing, I did, putting on the cap and apron. She helped me with the cap, having fun adjusting it. I felt like her stupid Barbie doll. "The girls are waiting for you, come on!" She led me to the main room, and nine girls were there, four of whom I didn’t know. They all laughed when I came in. I just lowered my head and stood appropriately.

Kim talked first. "Jimmy, let me show you something before you read off your assignments." She led me to the computer, and there to my horror was a web page all about me. It was titled, "Jimmy, the Sorority Maid!" It was full of pictures of me, the captions about how much I loved being a serving girl.

"But…you said you wouldn’t do that if I obey!" I was horrified! All that stupid stuff today for nothing! This couldn’t be happening!

She laughed, "No no, Jimmy. It isn’t up yet. This is just local. But we could easily put it on the net. So…will you be a good girl?"

She had me. Everyone could see it. I’d never get a job after college. I lowered my head, "Yes, Miss Kim." Defeated, I added, "I’ll be a good girl."

All the girls loved that and applauded and laughed. Emily stood next and said, "Okay, Jimmy, recite your rules."

I tried, I really did, but I was shaken up. That is what they wanted. I needed to be prompted, and they had me repeat it over and over. I will wear my pretty apron. I will be a happy sorority maid. Over and over.

Kim then told everyone about what I did with my watch. She was wearing it. They all said I needed to be punished. Jennifer looked through my book bag and complimented me on the pretty book and pen. She had me put the pen behind my ear, and hold the notebook like a girl, against my chest. She asked me how I liked Seventeen.

"I…haven’t read it, Miss Jennifer."

She frowned, "Not any of it?"

"No…I’m really sorry, Miss Jennifer!" What was I saying? She had me hold that too, with the notebook. They started discussing my conduct, when Jennifer ordered me to go do some dishes that got dirty. I was never so glad to do dishes in my life. "Yes, Miss Jennifer," and off I went. They checked on me periodically, and as soon I was done they called me back in.

"Jimmy, you’ve been a bad girl, right?" Emily was really enjoying this. "Right? Say it."

"Yes, I’ve been a bad … girl, Miss Emily."

"So you need to be punished, right?"

"Y…yes, Miss Emily."

"Good!" With that, two girls got up and grabbed my arms and took me to the door. Before I knew it, they pushed me outside, in the apron and maid’s cap! Emily said with glee, "Stand there, your back to the door, until we tell you to come back in. Say anything or leave or do anything but stand there in your proper manner, and you’ll stay out there much longer." She made a hand motion behind the screen door for me turn around. I wanted to protest, to do anything, but they could easily lock me out. So I turned around.

It was dark, but people were walking and driving by. They couldn’t tell who was up there, but they could walk up and see if they wanted to. I closed my eyes, hoping to disappear. Time just crawled. I heard a car honk, and opened my eyes, but I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me. Days later, well, five minutes later, they asked if I wanted to come inside. I said, "Yes, please Miss Emily. I want to be a good maid for you, and continue to clean now!" I would have agreed to anything at that point.

They debated, and I just stood there, not wanting to upset them anymore. They finally let me in, and I rushed inside and stood at attention. It was Shawn’s turn.

"Now Jimmy, you actually were good today also. You did wear your bracelet, though you shouldn’t have covered it up. And you did make all your purchases. So, we have a reward for you!"

I didn’t trust them at all. A reward? This couldn’t be good. I was right.

Sandra came over and held up a sorority shirt. It was green, with the Delta and Gamma in big pink letters on the chest, and three quarter sleeves. No way it was male clothing. "Ta da! Aren’t you happy?" Sandra honestly looked as if she was giving me reward.

Emily gave me a look, then looked at the door. I got the hint, "Yes, Miss Sandra, I love it."

She smiled, "Good, let’s put it on!" She took off my t-shirt and carefully slipped it over my head, then happily readjusted the cap and apron. "There, it is like we are sisters!"

"You will wear that all day tomorrow, Jimmy," Emily told me. I could only nod and say I would. How would I get around the shirt, everyone would notice? "Oh…and don’t put on anything over it, except your jacket, and you have to take it off or keep it open whenever you can. We will be watching you!"

Another girl, Katie said, "Wait, let’s complete it!" She ran upstairs and came down with a pair of jeans. They looked normal to me, Levi’s at least, but I didn’t know what Nouveau meant. They had me take off my pants in front of them, and hold up the apron (not my apron, even though they said it was!) to show them my briefs. That got a laugh or ten, and then I put the jeans on. They fit funny, but Katie did pick my size.

Emily figured it out, "Perfect, Katie! Guys will not notice they aren’t men’s jeans, but any girl looking at them will, perfect! You’ll wear them tomorrow too."

I wanted to die. Almost head to toe in girl clothes, and tomorrow I’d be walking in public like a sorority pledge. In girl jeans and a girl’s shirt! Pink and green!

Emily smiled at me in that way that terrified me. "I am still upset about what you did with your watch." She glanced over at Kim, who was now wearing it, like a trophy. She could wear a guy’s watch and no one would bat an eyelash. "But I do feel sorry you lost yours, so here, you can wear mine." And with that, she took off her watch and clasped it onto my other wrist. It was a woman’s watch, with a very thin silver band and face. At the clasp was a tiny little chain that dangled. Both my wrists looked really feminine. I couldn’t stand it! "Don’t thank me, I know you love it!"

Kim hit me hard in the ass, "Now… you’ve been punished and rewarded, and your chores are done for this evening." I dared not move and just let her hit me. "Only one thing left to do…read your magazine!"

And I did. She had me sit down, with me knees together like a girl. All the sisters loved it. I had to tell them outfits I wanted to wear (dresses, of course). I had to take the quiz, to find out what television star was my ‘dream guy.’ (In case you want to know, it was Scrub’s JD, cause he, ugh, "treats me like a Princess." They all loved that, and threatened more ideas.) I had to write down in the notebook my favorite outfits, describing them, and how I wanted to wear them. I had to look at everything in the magazine as if I was a girl, and they wouldn’t let me forget it.

How could I forget, with me in girl’s jeans, bracelet, and a sorority shirt?

 

 

 

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