The Sorority Trap

by CJ

 

Part 3

It is Tuesday morning. I’m already for class. Not a normal college guy, no, not me. After last night ... Sigh. I guess I don’t look like a girl, from far away. Or from close up, either. But from far away, no one will think I’m wearing girl clothes. Close up? No question about it. The pull over shirt is not only pink and green Sorority, with embroidered letters, but also three-quarter sleeves. They don’t hide my new pledge bracelet and girl’s watch. The jeans fit me all wrong. If I just wore those, I don’t think anyone would notice, but with all the other stuff, people will notice. Women will notice.

I hung my head in my hands. If I go to classes, I’ll be humiliated. If I don’t wear this stuff, I’ll get into worse trouble. I had to think. I crawled into bed without bothering to change. I can miss a few classes, and make them up later.

I must have fallen asleep, cause there was a knock on my door that woke me up. It was a bit loud, but I didn’t want to see anyone. It didn’t stop though. "Who’s there?"

"It is me, Kim. Open up, now!"

Why did she have to show up? I opened the door and she stepped in. She was mad, but after looking at me she smiled, and said while I closed the door, "At least you are dressed properly. Why weren’t you at class?"

"I … just couldn’t go, Miss Kim. I could barely get out of bed. I …"

"Look, I don’t care about your excuses. You were given an order and you disobeyed. You obviously need to be punished." She looked around my room.

It was time to plead, "But Miss Kim, what will people say when they see me like this?"

She just laughed, "That is your problem, not mine. Be glad you are wearing jeans, right?"

I lowered my head. "Yes, you are right."

"And…"

I swallowed. I really hated this, "Thank you for letting me wear jeans, Miss Kim." She raised an eyebrow at me, so I said, "Girl jeans, that you for letting me wear girl’s jeans."

She patted the side of my cheek, "You are welcome, my girl! Now, about your punishment. Oh, I know!" Going to my dresser, she opened the top drawer and found my underwear. She pulled all of my underpants out and shoved them in a trash bag. She couldn’t be serious. "Go through your dirty laundry, and get me the rest." I did. I was terrified of her. She then fingered my groin, and I just froze. "Now, I know you have one more pair on. Here is your assignment before you come by after classes." God help me I was getting aroused. "You need new underwear, and proper girls wear what?" I just swallowed. "Panties, of course! So, go to Victoria’s Secret and pick up a dozen. They must be colorful, in lace or satin. Your choice of style, sweetie. Just carry the bag outside of your backpack, and we’ll let you change when you show up." She then grabbed my groin, kinda hard, "And, if you don’t go to class, then you and I will take a trip to Vickie’s, and you’ll be buying more than just panties. Understand?"

Quickly, I responded, "Yes, Miss Kim. I understand!" I had to go shopping? Like this?? For panties???

Still holding my underwear in a bag, she held the door open. I guessed I’d never see my underwear again. I could buy new ones, but what would be the point? "Time for class, young lady." Meekly, I left the sanctuary of my room.

Classes were hell. Everyone noticed how I was dressed. And I mean everyone. Guys just pointed, laughed, called me a fag or a sissy. That I could almost laugh off, make it like a joke. The women were worse, especially the ones who knew me, who I tried to be friends with or tried to ask out. "Jim, you look so cute!" "Jim, I have those same pair of jeans!" "Jimmy, where did you get that pretty bracelet!" "Are you wearing panties too?" Not yet … but I just answered no.

They did want to know why I was dressed that way. The only answer I could think of was, "I lost a bet with Delta Gamma, so now I have to dress like one of their pledges." That brought on another round of laughter. They’d want to know for how long, and I just shrugged.

A friend of mine from high school, Sharon, who has known me for years, just couldn’t stop laughing. She was so helpful too, "When you need a gown for the formal, I’ll be glad to loan you one!" Thanks a lot, Sharon.

"You’re so nice, Sharon. But I don’t think it will go that far."

"Too bad." She patted my back for some reason, smiled, then walked away.

It was only a matter of time before my pledge brothers stopped me. Some were in my class, so they had to have known.

"What gives?" they asked.

What could I say? I told the truth, well, mostly the truth. "It is payment for being allowed to borrow their clothes for the pledge party."

They laughed, mostly, but said, "You really are getting the fraternity a bad name. They had their fun, but enough is enough, okay?"

I agreed and left quickly. After all, I had to go to the mall and shop for some … new underwear. I usually like going to the mall. They have good books stores, and the computer game store. Like any red-blooded man, I noticed the Victoria’s Secret store. I love looking at the models wearing practically nothing. I’ve never been inside one though, and now I had to go not to get a gift for a girlfriend, but for me.

The day was already so bad I didn’t even hesitate. I walked right in and went over to a display with panties. They weren’t hard to find – there were panty displays everywhere. I was looking (not touching!) a display with satin panties when a sales girl came by. "My name is Becky. Can I help you?"

"Um, no, I’m just here to pick up some panties."

She smiles, "Ah, what size is your girl friend?"

Oh, that will work, my girlfriend! "She’s, um…" Very smooth of me, I got really flustered.

She started to laugh, "Oh…maybe there isn’t the girlfriend." Raising her voice slightly, she said, "Or are these panties for you?"

I made a shushing motion, "Please, keep your voice down."

Thankfully, she lowered her voice. "Then tell me truth? If you are honest, I’ll help you."

"Okay. I lost a bet with Delta Gamma, and I have to pick up a dozen satin … panties in my size. Will you help me, please?"

Becky grinned. "Sure! I’d love to help!" Why do they all love to help? She looked me over, up and down, and said, "You are pretty thin…let’s try a size six." She grabbed a pink pair and my hand and pulled me to the dressing rooms.

"Wait, I can’t go in there!"

"Sure you can, if I’m with you. Look, you don’t want to go to all this trouble and get the wrong sizes, do you?" She had a point. Shamefaced I followed her in. "Now, take off your pants and underwear and try these on. Call me and let me know if you need a larger size." Pushing me in a changing room, she thrust the panties in my hand and closed the curtain.

This was getting worse and worse. Stuck in Victoria’s Secret, and I have to try on panties! The sooner I do this, I guess, the quicker I’m done. I take off my pants and underwear and hang them on one of the hooks. The panties are so soft, I shouldn’t be wearing these! I slip them on quickly. Becky was good, they fit perfectly. They looked just like bikini bottoms. In a quiet voice I said, "They fit fine." As I start to pull them down she pulls the curtain aside!

I pull them back up and she takes my pants and underwear, "Yes, the sure do! Hang on a second." She takes them back out with her! I close the curtain as I see women coming into the room. She comes back inside, without my clothes, and is on the phone. "Hi! This is Becky at Victoria’s Secret. Did you send…" She gives me a look so I tell her my name, "…a Jim here to get some panties? What? You don’t know about that? Yes, I’ll hang on…" She looks at me, "If you are lying…you will be in such trouble." She goes back to paying attention to the phone. "Hello? Oh, okay, you did send him here? One dozen pairs? That must have been some bet! What? You are kidding? Oh, I see! Do you mind if I…great! This will be fun!" She clicked her phone off and smiled at me. "Well sweetie, you did have to get panties, but you did lie to me. There was no bet, you are just in trouble with the sorority. Well…I work on commission. So…I think you need something to go with these. Don’t go away, cutie!" Like I could go anywhere.

She came back pretty quickly, "Here you go! Isn’t it pretty." She was holding a matching bra in her hand, "Our second skin satin, in classic full coverage. Take off your cute sorority shirt and try it on."

"But…"

"Now…or I bring in other salesgirls." I complied. She had me turn around and hold out my arms, "When I saw you in the cute sorority outfit I knew something was up, especially those girl jeans!!" She put my arms through the loops then slowly, teasingly, brought it up to my chest. The satin cups cruelly caressed my chest as she clasped the bra behind my back. If felt like I was in prison. She happily adjusted the straps. "Perfect! Just so you know, you are a size 36 a. Aren’t you lucky? Barely an ‘a’ cup, so here are some tissues to fill it out. Are the straps tight? Sorry, but we girls have to suffer for our beauty!" She kept playing with the straps, "Now, be a good girl and put your shirt on…yes, over your bra." My bra? "I’ll go and get the rest of our order, some matching bras and something else for you too!" I had to stand there, waiting for her in the pink bra and panties. Looking down, I could see the bra had a small satin bow between the cups. It almost looked like I had breasts! I couldn’t bear to look at myself in the mirror – I felt like a freak.

When she came back she checked that I was still wearing the pink bra, then she handed me my pants. After I put them on and buttoned them (I’ll never get used to the button being on the wrong side), she pulled out a long sweater, "Ta da! Isn’t it perfect!" She slipped it on me. It was one of those new knee length ones, in powder blue no less. Gleefully she wrapped the tie around my waist, "All the girls are wearing these. At a distance, people will notice you now!" Great. I’m so happy.

Becky pulled me out of the dressing room. There were some customers who looked, pointed, and stared at me. I wanted to crawl in a hole. She put me in front of the counter and went around behind in it. In a normal voice, which everyone could hear, she said, "So, a dozen panties, bras, and the sweater. Is that all sir?" Everyone was paying close attention. The sales girl next to her laughed and covered her mouth.

As quietly as a could, with my lips barely moving, I said, "No, that is all thanks." I gave her my credit card.

She took it and smiled, "That style of satin bra looks good on you." She turned to her workmate, "Don’t you think so Cindy?" Cindy just laughed and agreed, saying how pretty I must feel underneath. Some women walked out of the store, horrified, but most stayed and laughed at me. "Let’s see. Your bras are two for $40, while the panties are 3 for $21. With the sweater…that is such a good look for you!… that total comes to…$389.42. Are you sure you don’t want a nightgown or something?" She gave me such a mockingly innocent look.

"No, please, I need to get back."

She placed all the items in the bright pink Victoria’s Secret bag. "I know. Can’t wait to show off your clothes. I understand! Sign here." I did, and she handed me the bag. "Be sure to come back here anytime, I’ll be glad to help you out!" I grabbed my card and ran out the store. I walked fast, and people did look at me. Many noticed the sweater and made comments. I got some whistles. After passing a few stores I quickly took off the sweater and threw it in the bag. The bra was hidden, though there were bumps on my chest if you looked carefully. I hope to god no one did. Walking around with a VS bag isn’t too big a deal, even if I was in girl jeans and sorority shirt. I got out of the mall as quickly as I could and headed back to the sorority house. I had no time to change…I was going to be late as it was.

On the bus I figured I would read the Seventeen. I didn’t want to read it, but if I was late, I wanted to do something to get on their good side. On the bus, I figured reading a magazine, if I was very very careful, would be safe enough. It wouldn’t be worse than what I was wearing. I pulled it out of my backpack. I made a face – it reeked of perfume. I opened it up at random. Ads. Mostly ads about makeup, and clothes, and more makeup. I don’t care about any of this stuff! Are these things all teenage girls think about it? Why am I being made to read it? Most of the clothing they show off is really stupid. Do kids wear this stuff? Some of the prom gowns are nice, I guess. The prom isn’t probably for half a year, and there are ads already! Ha! One of the girls is wearing a tie. If asked I’ll point that out. Oh, wait, that is just a guy with long hair. The humiliations article was cute, and a bit entertaining. I read that until it was my stop.

That bus ride drove me nuts. The panties were bad enough. Every time I moved my penis rubbed against the satin, getting me hard at the humiliation. But that wasn’t the worst. The bra was the worst. When I shifted my body, I felt the straps. When I breathed, I felt the straps and cups. How do women take this all the time? Why do I have to wear all of this! Part of a strap was digging into my shoulder, but there was no way I was going to adjust it on the bus. It felt like everyone knew what I was wearing. I wanted to die.

Right before I knocked on the door to the sorority house, I realized something that chilled me. I’m sure Becky at Victoria’s Secret told them what I bought. Reluctantly, I put on the sweater. It was so soft, another feminine article on me. I tied the belt and rang the bell.

Sandra answered it. At least she was nice to me, "Jimmy! Come on in!" I quickly came in. She looked me up and down and beamed, "I heard about your shopping, I can’t wait to see what you bought. Wow, I just LOVE that sweater!! Can I borrow it sometime, please?" She was acting like I loved this stuff, like I was her girlfriend who just went out shopping for fun.

"Um, of course …" I saw other girls in the hall, so said, "Miss Sandra. You can borrow any of my clothes."

She clapped her hands and gave me a big hug, then squealed, "You are wearing a bra!! Come on, the sisters want to see you." She frowned at me, "You really should have just gone to class, Kim is very upset with you. I don’t want you to keep getting into trouble."

"You don’t." I was getting confused.

She looked at her shoes, getting all shy, "No, I don’t. Jimmy, you are a very nice guy." Kim called out for me, so Sandra grabbed my hand, "Come on!"

I walked into the main room with Sandra. It was nice holding her hand, but I had no time to think about it. Emily barked at me, "Stand properly, girl!"

Oh, right. Trying to remember, I put my feet together and hands in front of me. "Head down, girl." I lowered my eyes. Sandra gave me a friendly squeeze on my arm and sat with the rest. "You can put your bag down." I put it on the floor next to me and folded my hands again. I was terrified, and I wish I could get out of this.

Kim was laughing, "Jimmy, we had a great time talking to your new friend Becky. I hear you not only got lots of panties, but bras too! Is that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Kim."

"I really love his sweater, though the color could be better." That was Shawn, loving the girl stuff on me, but it was never pretty enough.

Kim started talking again. "You can look up now. Let’s see what you bought." I leaned down to get the bag, but she interrupted. "No no no. Show us what you are wearing!" That got a lot of laughs from everyone in the room, and some applause. Swallowing, I started to remove the sweater, but Emily stopped me.

"Wait, I have a great idea!" She goes to their CD player and puts in one, and starts to play a song. It was Britney Spear’s "Crazy." "Move while you strip, maid!" My eyes bulged and I mouthed a no, but everyone was cheering. Emily wouldn’t give in, "Now, girl, or you’ll get such a spanking!"

In a sorority house, wearing almost entirely girl clothes, cheered on by the girls, I did as they asked. They loved it. I slowly removed the long sweater and tried moving my hips. I was terrible, but they ate it up. They new it was killing me and didn’t care. I threw the sweater to one side. Then, almost in tears, I pulled off the sweatshirt. The girls exploded with cheers, laughter, and applause at the sight of the stuffed pink bra. The pants were next, and they just loved the panties. I was made to dance and remove my shoes and socks. I almost fell over twice. Finally I was allowed to stop, standing there in the panties, bra, and bracelet. My clothes were gathered up and put on the far side of the room. I was wrong – wearing the outfit wasn’t bad. Just wearing bra and panties was worse.

They kept laughing and happily crying at the sight of me. I heard snatches of conversation. "This is the best idea we ever had!" "He will make things so easy for us." "I’ll never have to clean again!"

Emily got up and went over to a bookshelf and pulled down something. Oh my god, it was a camcorder. She checked and said, "We got it!" She turned to me, "You won’t disobey again, will you."

Quickly, I said, "No, Mistress Emily." I was so screwed. "Never." I lowered my head, submissively. There was no getting out, at all. They loved this too much.

Kim had my book bag, and pulled out my notebook. Opening up, she tisked at me, "You didn’t write down the assignment I gave you." I was confused. "Hello? The shopping trip?"

She was right. "I’m...sorry Mistress Kim."

"Write it down now. You can remain standing."

While I wrote the assignment she continued, "I think you need another punishment. What should it be, Sisters?"

They called out lots of ideas. "He should learn to sew!" "I think he needs better shoes." Emily was looking at my magazine, "Maybe he should get a prom gown!"

Sandra spoke up, "Wait, he did do bad, but…you know, he did buy more than panties. That should count for something. He is still learning, right?" Some of the girls agreed, while everyone was still enjoying this. "He should be rewarded instead!"

"You are too nice," Kim told Emily. "But okay, why not. You tell us, what should his reward be?"

I was sweating. The reward could be as bad as punishment. But it seemed that Emily liked me. She was looking at me, hiding a smile behind a hand, "He has done enough shopping today. Hmm, what would be a good reward for Jim? I mean Jimmy. Oh….I know!" The girls looked at her. "Let’s give him a sorority name, that way he will feel more like one of us!"

That got a new round of laughter, and everyone agreed with her. A sorority name?? I didn’t have long to wait – they threw out tons of names, all of the female, like Linda, Mindy, and Sissy. It got into a heated argument and I just stood there, in the pink panties and bra, listening to my fate. At least it gave me time to finish writing down the assignment. They weren’t getting anywhere so Shawn just said, "It was Sandra’s idea. She can name him."

Sandra thought hard. She muttered, "If we named him Chris, we could call him that in public and no one would know. But that isn’t pretty. Hmmm…. Jamie? That is close to Jimmy." She looked over at me and smiled, "You deserve a pretty name. Um. Oh!" She giggled. She got up and hugged me, and then pulled back in looked me in the eye, "Your new name is…Tiffany!"

I think my heart stopped. All the girls laughed and yelled, "Tiffany!" "That’s perfect!" "What a girlish name!!"

Sandra looked at me, and seemed sad, "Don’t you like it?" The other girls glared.

I swallowed and said, "I…love it. Thank you, Miss Sandra." What else could I do?

Kim said, "Not good enough. You are making her sad." She threw the maid’s cap and apron to me, "Put this on. Yes, just over your … lingerie." She laughed. I quickly put them on. "Now Tiffany, curtsey prettily to Sandy and thank her again, properly."

"Curtsey?" I blinked, then quickly added, "Miss Kim, I don’t know what you mean by…."

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Tiffany." She couldn’t stop saying my new name. "You’ve seen it old movies. Hold out the hem of your apron, put one foot behind the other, and bend your knees while you talk to her." Kim just smirked at me and gestured.

I grabbed the ends of the apron with my fingers. The lace was so feminine. I had to cringe, but I bent my knees with one foot behind the other as I dipped, "Miss Sandra, I love my new name. Thank you so much for it. I will love being called Tiffany."

"Again." I repeated that five times until they were happy.

Sandra smiles at me and kissed me on the cheek. "You are welcome Tiffany. You are such a good girl, I can’t wait until we are sisters!" She really thought I was just pledging and enjoyed this!

"I think this should be a rule," Kim added. "Curtsey to us whenever you enter or leave a room, whenever you are answering a question or given an assignment. Understand, Tiffany?"

I curtsied, "Yes, Miss Kim." I wasn’t surprised anymore, but I so hated this.

She laughed at me, "What a sissy girl you are becoming. This is great! Be sure to write that rule down."

Standing up and laughing, Emily ordered, "Now…Tiffany, also I want you to write down in your little book, 100 times, let’s see…. write down 100 times: My name is Tiffany. I love being a sorority pledge girl, and I can’t wait to wear my first formal gown."

I curtsied to her too. "Yes, Miss Emily." A gown. Why do they have to think about that?

They spent the next half our looking at my panty and bra purchases. I had to try some of them on for the sisters. They weren’t getting bored easily. After a half an hour, though, they sent me off to do my chores. Still just wearing the pink panties, pink satin bra, a maid’s apron and a maid’s cap, and the bracelet. Jennifer fixed my cap and said, "You are going to be a great girlish maid, Tiffany."

I curtsied to her, head hung in humiliation, "Yes, Miss Jennifer."

 

 

 

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