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A Strangeness at the Sorority House Part 1 - Starting a New Term by Bill Hart The first thing that Chris Wagner saw when he woke up was his best friend and roommate Terry Jenkins reading the final draft of the paper he'd been working on into the wee hours of last night. Noticing that his roommate was awake, Terry set the paper back down on the desk. "That's a nice bit of writing. It's short and straight to the point." said Terry. "Quite eloquent, in fact. But then, ever since we invoked that spell that changes all the guys in the house into girls, I've always thought that you, as Crissy, were a far better writer than you, as Chris." "I can't believe it." grumbled Chris. "You can't believe what?" asked Terry. "That damn campus cop last night. I think you know the one - Officer Potter, who thinks he's God's gift to women." replied Chris. "You know, I stayed in last night so I could work on that report for class. But when I was ready to print out the first draft, the ink cartridge on the bubble jet ran dry. Since I didn't have a replacement, I had to go over to the mall and buy a new one. When I was coming back from the mall, there was no traffic coming either way, so I just went ahead and crossed the street against light. And that damn campus cop stopped me. And if that wasn't bad enough, the asshole decided to give me a ticket for jaywalking." "So what's the problem, Chris? Go and pay the fine. That'll be the end of it." "You don't understand. That stupid prick came on to me. He wasn't even going to write me up, until I refused his advances. I told him I wasn't that kind of girl. He said all girls _were_ that kind of girl. Shit. How do girls get along with asinine jerks like that in the world? I'm sure glad I'm not a girl all the time." "Like I said, Chris. Go and pay the fine. No one's going to look at you twice for paying the fine on a ticket made out to Crissy. If they get their money, they'll be happy. And it'll be over and done with." "Somehow, I don't think it's going to be that simple. Officer Potter told me if I paid the fine and tried to avoid my day in court, he'd come looking for me. And when he found me, he said he'd arrest me on charges of prostitution." "Sounds like a real winner." Terry said with obvious sarcasm. "It's assholes like him that make it difficult for the rest of us. Just stay out of the frat house at 7pm. Then the spell won't transform you into Crissy. And the asswipe won't be able to find you." "That's true." sighed Chris. "But it might cause some problems for the girls at Sigma Beta Beta. "Why should it?" "Potter wouldn't let me leave until I told him where I lived." said Chris feeling guilty about possibly getting the new sorority into trouble. "I couldn't very easily tell him I lived here, since we're a fraternity and I was a girl last night. So I told him the first sorority that came to mind." "That might be a problem." agreed Terry. "What should I do?" asked Chris. "You got any ideas?" "I don't know." replied Terry. "But I'm sure we'll think of something to do." * * * * * Tom Larson, the frat president, called the meeting of the entire fraternity membership to order. The full and returning brothers sat, while the hopeful pledges stood along the walls. "Welcome back, brothers." he announced. "And a warm welcome to our new class of pledges." There was a murmuring of welcomes from the assembled brothers. And there was absolute silence from the pledges. "After careful thought," said Tom, "our frat council has decided that any and all of our pledges who can gather any information concerning the pledge activities of the Sigma Beta Beta sorority house will be granted full brotherhood in this fraternity. Furthermore, any pledge volunteering for this task will not be required to perform any other pledge related activities." There were murmurs of both agreement and disagreement from the assembled brothers. Even the pledges openly wondered about how this would affect their chances of making it into the fraternity. "However, you should all know, that the gathering this information will not be as simple as it sounds." said Tom. "Now. Are there any volunteers?" The pledges all sat quietly. "No one?" asked Tom with a wicked smile. "Certainly someone out there among our pledge class must have the balls for this type of adventure. After all, _boys_, they're still only girls. They may be more buxom, more beautiful, and more spectacular than any girls you've ever met, but they are still _just_ girls." Mark Jensen coughed, then slowly raised his hand. "Pledge Jensen." recognized Tom. "Are you volunteering?" "Yes, sir." replied Mark. "Steve and I volunteer to undertake this assignment for the greater good of this fraternity." Steve Wilson nudged his friend in the ribs. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. "Trust me, Steve." replied Mark. "This is a sure thing." "Is this true, Pledge Wilson?" asked Tom. "The two of you are actually volunteering?" "Yes, sir." replied Steve. "I guess so. That is, Mark and I hereby volunteer to discover the inner workings of the Sigma Beta Beta pledge activities." "Very good, boys." said Tom with a smile. "I didn't think either of you had it in you. For your information, the girls of Sigma Beta Beta are having their pledge party the end of this week. If the two of you can find out what happens at their party, then you're in the frat. But if you can't, then you're history. Understood?" "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." answered Mark and Steve in near unison. "We'll find out everything we need to find out. You can count on us." "But there is one more thing you need to know." said Tom. "Their party is for _their_ pledges _only_. In order for you to gain admittance, you must be pledging the sorority. Otherwise they won't let you inside." "But how can we do that?" asked Steve. "We're boys, not girls. And even if both of us wear a dress, we're still not going to make very convincing girls." "That is something you two pledges will have to figure out for yourselves." answered Tom. "It's a test of your ingenuity and desire. You have until the end of the week. The two of you have your pledge assignment. You're dismissed." - - - - - Terry turned to Chris. "That's a really tough assignment." "I know." said Chris. "I wonder how they're going to pull it off?" "We could tell them about the wizard in mall." suggested Terry. "I don't know if that's such a good idea." replied Chris. "But maybe we'd better check with them before the night of the Sigma Beta Beta party." - - - - - "Just what the hell were you thinking when you volunteered us for this, Mark." "Don't worry Steve. I know exactly what I'm doing." Steve stared at his friend. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? The word around the campus is the Sigma Beta Beta housemom is really some kind of witch. And you know how much witches really frighten me." "C'mon Steve. Think about it for a minute. How could old lady Sawyer possibly be a witch?" laughed Mark. "She's probably just some nice old lady who pissed off someone, who decided to get even by starting and spreading a nasty rumor." "But there is something not completely natural there, Mark." replied Steve. "Just think about all those gorgeous buxom women that live there." "I am, my friend." smiled Mark. "Believe me, Steve, I am." * * * * * "I've figured out what you need to do, Chris." said Terry. "Tom's plan at the meeting gave me the idea." "What do you have in mind?" "It's really very simple. All you have to do is move into Sigma Beta Beta until after you have your hearing before the judge." "I can't move into the sorority." said Chris. "In case it has slipped your mind, I'm a guy. Remember?" "I know that." replied Terry. "But you _can_ move into the sorority. You just have to be Crissy for a while." "That won't work either. The spell only makes me Crissy from 7pm to 2am. The rest of the time, I'm the real male me. And I sure as hell am not going to stay out past 2am and change into heaven knows what just to avoid some stupid asshole of a cop." "But you don't have to." said Terry. "There's an easier way." "Yeah. What?" Chris sounded worried. Terry smiled at his friend. "We can go down to the mall and have the old man change you into Crissy fulltime. And then, you'd just stay Crissy until after you've seen the judge." "I don't know if I really like that idea, Terry. Every time we get involved with that old man, things always seem to work out differently from how we'd planned them." "Yeah, I know. But you don't really have very many other options." said Terry. "And the old man seems like the best solution." Chris sighed. "Unfortunately, he does to me too. And that frightens me." answered Chris nervously. "But, even as Crissy, how am I supposed to get into Sigma Beta Beta anyway?" "No problem there either." replied Terry. "I called Deedee. She has an extra bed in her room. And she said she'd be happy to put Crissy up for a few days." "This is just great." sighed Chris. "You know, your girlfriend hates me. Or rather, she hates Crissy. And I'm sure you must remember that she's insanely jealous of Crissy, or any other girl, for that matter, who even looks crosswise at you. That goes back to those stupid love pills you took back when she was Denise. And I'm sure that you haven't forgotten that Crissy still carries the torch for you, also, I might add, a result of those stupid love pills." Again, Chris sighed. "I wonder if maybe the old man can negate their effects." "It won't hurt to ask." suggested Terry. Chris sighed once more, but said nothing. He was too worried about what he was getting himself into this time. * * * * * "Damn it Mark. I still can't believe you volunteered us to crash the Sigma's pledge party." said Steve after he and Mark had returned to his dorm room. "It's an impossible task." "Come on, Steve. It's going to be piece of a cake." replied Mark. "All we have to do is find out what they make their pledges do. And then we're in the frat." "Yeah. And if we don't find out anything, we're out." "You worry too much, Steve, old buddy." smiled his friend. "You'll see. We'll make it with no trouble whatsoever." "How? You heard Tom Larson, didn't you? Their party is going to be _girls_ only, Mark. There's absolutely no way in hell that either one of us is going to be able to fool anyone into thinking we're real girls. Face it, Mark. There is no girl at Sigma Beta Beta that's going to be fooled by _us_ trying to pass as girls. And none of them are just going to let us walk in and join their party." Mark smiled. "I wouldn't say that, old buddy." "What are you talking about?" asked Steve. "How are they going to miss seeing two boys trying to gain admittance to their party?" "You've got it all wrong, old buddy." replied Mark with a grin. "When we're getting ready to go to the party in a few nights, it won't be as two boys trying to crash. You and I are going to walk into that party as two prospective sisters arriving for _our_ pledge party." Steve stared at Mark in total disbelief. "C'mon, Mark. We'll never be able to pull anything like that off. Even if we used industrial strength latex molds and tons of makeup, we'd still look like guys in drag." "But we won't need makeup." said Mark. "At least, we won't need more makeup than any other average girl would need. You see, Steve, we aren't going to just dress like girls, we're actually going to become girls for that party. You and I are going to be real girls from head to toe and anatomically correct right down to our vaginas." "What are you talking about?" asked Steve nervously. "Witchcraft. Or magic. Or gypsy spellings." replied Mark. "Whatever you want to call it." "There are no such things." "That's what I thought. Until last week." said Mark. "That was when I ran into this old gypsy dude in the old section of town. He told me all about the frat council's decision to grant membership to a couple of lucky pledges if they could find out the details of what happens at the Sigma Beta Beta pledge party. Absolutely nobody knew about that plan last week. But _he_ did. And he also told me that you and I would be the lucky ones who would succeed." "Damn, Mark. Sometimes you're really gullible." Steve shook his head. "I suppose that old fart _sold_ you some potion that would transform us into girls. How much did it set you back?" "It didn't cost me anything, so there. He _gave_ me this old book." replied Mark. "I read parts of it. It's full of transformation spells. There's one spell in it that changes a boy into a girl, and another one that changes a girl into a boy. They're just what we need, old buddy." "You aren't just shitting me?" asked Steve. "No way." replied Mark. "The book's down the hall in my room. You want to come down and take a look through it?" * * * * * As they had done several times before, Terry and Chris stood outside the old man's shop. Although there had been times when it seemed as if the little shop had changed locations, today it seemed as if it was right where it always been. Chris, resigned to whatever fate would certainly befall him, stared at the door into the shop. "Well, if we're going in, Terry, then we'd better go in." said Chris. "Otherwise the old man's likely to come out and tell us we're late." The two of them entered the shop. And, as usual, the little bell overhead tinkled to announce their arrival into the empty shop. As it finished, the wizard came out from the storage room in the back. "Terry. Chris." exclaimed the old man. "It's really good to see you again." The wizard looked over at the sundial hanging on the shaded wall. "And right on time too. It's certainly good to see young people being so punctual." "So, can you do it?" asked Chris anxiously. "Can I do what, Chris?" "I was trying to save time." replied Chris. "Every other time we've been here, you've always known what we've wanted." "And sometimes before we even knew what we wanted ourselves." added Terry. "Oh, that." replied the old man. "Of course, I can turn Chris into Crissy full time until after he's filled her commitments to your judicial system. But be warned. You'll have to be very careful around your frat house, Chris. During the time Crissy is your true form, you'll be subject to the unpredictable whims of the spell the two of you miscast just like any other _girl_ would be." "That should be okay." said Chris. "Since I won't be staying in the frat house, I shouldn't have to worry about it." Terry turned to Chris. "Are you going to ask him about ..." "There's no need to worry about that either." answered the old man. "Unless Chris wishes otherwise, and I seriously doubt he does because DeeDee would probably kill anyone who even looked like a potential threat to her relationship with Terry, I'll cancel out the remaining effects of the love pill you took in Chris' presence. Its effects would have faded away anyway in another couple of months or so. While they are extremely potent, they just don't last forever." "They would have? They aren't?" asked Terry with concern. "What about ..." "There is no need to worry about DeeDee and how she feels about you." interrupted the old man again. "Since she was formed from Denise while under the influence of the pill you took in her presence, her induced love for you has bonded into her very being. It is now a permanent part of her. In simple terms, Terry, you're stuck with her - forever." Terry smiled at the thought. But he wasn't exactly certain he would have phrased his relationship with DeeDee as "being stuck with her," especially if she could ever possibly find out. "Can we get back to me now?" asked Chris. "Someone needs to learn some patience." stated the old man. "There are some strange things going on right now, so just as a precaution, I'm going to add some special protections and some anti-magical detection components into your transformation. You won't notice them at all." He snapped his fingers. "Now, go take a look in the mirror over there, Crissy, and tell me what you think." "What?" asked Crissy in her definitely feminine voice. While she hadn't noticed the change immediately, there was no doubt she was once again female as she sashayed over to mirror and stared at her reflection. Once again, she had silky auburn hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Her waist had constricted and her hips looked like they could have doubled as the shelves of a bookcase. She now wore a very short skirt that showed off her classically smooth and long feminine legs. Open-toed shoes with one inch heels adorned her feet. And the blouse with the plunging neckline she now wore displayed more than an ample amount of cleavage which accentuated her full round breasts. "How'd you do that so fast?" asked Crissy. "I've always been able to do instant transformations." replied the old man casually. "But it's always a lot more fun for me if I can drag them out. However, I am a little rushed today. I've been looking for a friend of mine who disappeared recently." "But I thought you knew everything." said Crissy, as Terry nodded his head in agreement. "So did I, Crissy." he answered back solemnly. "So did I." * * * * * "Did you get all the clothes you were supposed to get?" asked Mark. "Yeah." replied Steve. He held up a bag of clothes for his friend to see. "But I'm going to look really silly wearing these things." "But you won't look silly for very long, Steve. Once I read the spell aloud and transform you into a girl, you should look like you belong in those clothes." "Are you really sure you want to do this, Mark? You know, living in this dorm isn't all that bad. It's even co-ed with guys on the odd floors and girls on the even floors." "C'mon Steve. Don't wimp out on me now." replied Mark. "Would you rather live in this nondescript dorm room or be a member of a frat. Are you a man or a mouse, Steve?" "I suppose the frat would be the better choice." sighed Steve. "So which one of us is going to be changed first?" "Since it was my idea to transform ourselves into girls, I'll let you be the first to read the spell that will change me into a girl. Then you'll be able to see firsthand what will happen to you." "That's just great." sighed Steve. As Mark changed his clothes, Steve, following the instructions in the book, drew a chalk circle on the floor. Then, inside the circle, he inscribed a pentagram. After finishing, he turned to watch his friend finish dressing. "I took these from my older sister." said Mark, as he stood there in a short skirt with sandals on his feet. He held up his sister's brassiere. "It's a 34B. My sister's not very well endowed, but she's got the biggest boobs of all the women in my family." He fastened the bra, then slipped on the light blouse and sweater. "I guess I'm ready, Steve." "You know, Mark. I really hope this works, because, right now, you look totally ridiculous." "Then let's do it." exclaimed Mark. "Okay. It says to stand in the pentagram and make sure you don't break any of the chalk lines that form it." Mark entered the pentagram. "Okay. Here goes." Mark began to read from the book of spells. "Within and without, "Let there be no doubt, "Form and thought once male, "Now become female." "What a stupid rhyme for a spell." said Steve. But, stupid rhyme or not, inside the pentagram, Mark began to change. His dark brown hair grew out longer and tumbled over his rounding shoulders. He shrank by a least six inches, while his breasts enlarged, firming out the impressions of the bra that had pushed out his sweater, until they filled the bra as if he were his sister. From his skirt extended two slender feminine legs. And through his open-toed sandals, both of them could see his brightly painted, and very pink, toenails. Steve stared in disbelief at the figure standing within the pentagram. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Of course, I'm alright." replied his friend in her new soprano voice. "Why shouldn't I be alright?" "But, you're a girl." "Of course, I'm a girl, Steve. That was the whole idea of the spell you cast on me. Wasn't it? But don't worry, I'm still me, Steve." She smiled at her friend. "Look at me, Steve. I may look different now, but deep down, I'm still just me. I'm still your best friend, Marsha Lynn Jensen." Steve looked at her with an odd expression. "Marsha?" he asked. "Yes, Steve." she replied. "Is there something else wrong?" "I don't know. I guess not." said Steve. "You know Marsha, I can't get over how much prettier you are now that you're Marsha." Marsha frowned. "I suppose that was intended to be a compliment. And it might have worked, if I hadn't been Mark before and know you use that line on every pretty girl you've ever tried to pick up." Marsha looked at Steve. "But, if the _two_ of us are going to get invited to the Sigma's pledge party, then we better get you changed into a girl too." "I suppose." sighed Steve. "If I must, I guess, I must." Steve slowly took his clothes out of bag. Marsha smiled at Steve's embarrassment of holding the frilly lace panties and the large lacy bra. "It says on the tag that its a 38DD." he told Marsha when he saw her staring at it. After undressing, Steve slid himself into the panties and fastened the bra. Then he pulled the one piece dress over his head. After he smoothed it out, the dress, which was tight on him in places, extended down to the top of his knees. Marsha began to laugh. "And you thought I looked funny." "Hey, I can't help it if all of my sisters are tall skinny stringbeans with overdeveloped tits." snapped Steve in his defense. "Okay, Steve. Let's get this over with." said Marsha holding back her laughter. "Now, stand in the pentagram, Steve. And don't break any lines." Steve stepped into the pentagram. Then Marsha began reciting the spell. "Within and without, "Let there be no doubt, "Form and thoughts once male, "Now become female." "You were right, that is sure one dumb verse." said Marsha. "Maybe it lost something in the translation from the original gypsy." As Marsha watched, Steve's body began to change. The dress that had been tight in several places along his masculine form now fit loosely on his body, which if anything might have grown a little taller. His form now displayed slight feminine curves reminiscent of an early adolescent. His stringy light brown hair sprouted out quickly to the middle of his back. And then his breasts ballooned until they filled his purloined bra. Marsha stared at the tall skinny girl with the massive mammaries standing in the inscribed pentagram. "Are you alright?" asked Marsha. "I'm just fine, Marsha. There's something about this body that really makes me feel good." replied her friend. "But it's a good thing that deep down I still know who I am. I certainly wouldn't want to be anyone else but your very best friend, Stella Anne Wilson." "I know exactly what you mean, Stella." replied Marsha. "You and I have been the best of friends ever since we were little girls. And now, here we are about to pledge the same sorority, so we can tell our potential brothers and fellow pledges at the fraternity all about our sorority pledge party." * * * * * Crissy and Terry stood outside the Sigma Beta Beta sorority house. "I still don't think this is a very good idea." said Crissy. "I just know your girlfriend is going to find some way to do me serious harm." "Will you relax, Crissy. Everything is will be just fine." Terry tried to assure her. "DeeDee knows that you're only going to be here for just a couple of days. She's agreed to bury the hatchet." "How comforting." snapped Crissy. "Is she going to bury it in my back?" "Now, that's enough of that, Crissy." scolded Terry. "You know, if she really had it in for you, she wouldn't have talked the rest of her sisters into letting you stay for a few days." "I know." replied the dejected Crissy. The two of them walked up to the door. And CeeJay Larson, one of the multitude of the cheerleaders who were also Sigma Beta Beta sisters, answered Terry's rapping on their door. "Hi, Terry." said CeeJay. She looked at Crissy. "You must be Crissy. I think I remember seeing you at the Lambda's party." CeeJay turned to another girl standing inside. "Sam. Would you go and get DeeDee?" she asked. "Tell her that her guests are here." CeeJay looked them over. "I can kind of understand why Dee might be a little jealous of you, Crissy. We should get together later for a little girl talk." She smiled at Terry, then turned and walked away. "She's strange." said Crissy. "And I still don't like this." "Will you just relax, Crissy." replied Terry. "How many times do I have to tell you everything will be just fine." Just then, DeeDee came down the stairs. She walked over to Terry and kissed him passionately. "Hi lover." she smiled warmly. Then she turned and, unseen by Terry, stared icy daggers at Crissy. "Hello, Crissy." she said in a tone of voice that could have easily been mistaken for 'hello, slut.' "Hi, DeeDee." replied Crissy diplomatically. "I want to thank you for helping me out on such short notice." "I'm doing it for Terry." explained DeeDee. "I'd do just anything for him." Crissy stared at Terry looking for help. "You'll be staying in my room tonight, Crissy. I'm sure Terry told you I have an extra bed in my room." explained DeeDee. "Some of the other girls and I decided to have a slumber party tonight. It'll be in my room, so you're invited. In fact, we're having the party just to get to know you better." DeeDee turned her attention towards Terry. "Now, don't you go worrying about her, lover. She'll be just fine with us taking care of her. You just run along now, Terry and let me get Crissy situated. I'll see you in class in the morning." She blew Terry a kiss. Terry smiled. He wished he were spending the night with DeeDee, before remembering that she didn't think much of his alter ego Terri either. "Okay, DeeDee." He gave Crissy a thumbs up before leaving the sorority. But Crissy wasn't all that convinced she'd survive the night as DeeDee led her away. * * * * * Marsha and Stella knocked on the sorority's door. Both of them instantly recognized the girl who answered the door, as both of them had had major crushes on Samantha Johnson from the first time they'd seen her. "Yes." answered Sam. "Can I help you?" "We're here to pledge the sorority, Samantha?" said Marsha. "Is there sill time to sign up?" asked Stella. "We wouldn't want to miss the party at the end of the week." "I suppose we can still accept you as new pledges." replied Sam. Very quickly, she sized up the potential of these new pledge candidates. "You might be Sigma material with some work." she told Stella. "I'm sure we can help you develop a nicer looking frame. But you." she said turning to Marsha. "You're going to be a major reclamation project." "Thanks." replied Marsha with disgust. Then Charlotte Morgan joined Sam at the door. "But Sam," she said, "You know we're both a pledge short of our quota." "I know, Charlie." replied Sam. "But I'm just not sure about these two being Sigma girls." "Why not?" queried Stella and Marsha. "We've just gotta go to the pledge party." they whined. Unseen by the hopeful girls, Charlie smiled at her friend. "Don't you think we should let them pledge, Sam." she asked giving her a sly wink. "I suppose we could, Charlie." replied Samantha. "If we do, then the other girls will get a chance to say yes or no to them becoming full time sisters." "Oh, thank you." replied the girls with glee. "You don't know how much this means to us." "I can imagine." said Sam. "Let me get your names." Charlie reached over and picked up a small notepad. "Okay." "Marsha Jensen." Charlie scribbled something in her notepad. "Stella Wilson." And Charlie scribbled something else into the notepad." "Okay Stella. We're almost all set now." said Charlie. "I'll be sponsoring your admission. My name's Charlotte Morgan, but all of my friends just call me Charlie." "That's cool, Charlie." replied Stella. "And I'll be sponsoring you Marsha." said Sam. "My name's Samantha Johnson, but all of my friends call me Sam." "Alright, Sam." replied the excited Marsha. Charlie handed both of them one of the special invitations to the upcoming pledge party. "Just bring these with you when you come." she instructed them. "Don't forget them, because unless you have one of these, you won't be allowed inside the house to attend the party." "We'll see you then." said the girls as Sam closed the door. "Well, Stel. We're in." grinned Marsha. "And it was far easier than I thought it was going to be." "That's fine, I guess." frowned Stella. "But I have the strangest feeling that it was _too_ easy." "What's bothering you now, Stel." "It was those two girls, Sam and Charlie." she replied. "What about them?" "I don't know exactly. They just seemed so sexy. And on top of everything else, they were so ... _big_, Marsha." she tried to explain. "While I was talking with them, I was not only getting jealous of them, but I was starting to feel totally inadequate at the same time. Weren't you?" she asked. "I mean, next to them you look like a boy." Marsha stared at her friend for a few minutes. "You want to know something, Stella. You're really weird. I _am_ a boy, just like you. And I don't have a need to be jealous or feel insecure when I see girls that have bigger hooters than I have." she scolded her. "There's no reason you should either." Marsha reached down and lightly cupped one of her 34B breasts. "But you want to know something else Stel. It would be really nice if mine were a little bigger." she frowned. * * * * * "Do you think that was them, Charlie?" "I don't see how they could be, Sam. We were told that there were some _boys_ who would be trying to wrangle invites to our pledge party. Even though those two aren't about to win any beauty contests and they probably won't last very long at the party, they were very definitely girls." "I'd have to agree with that." replied Sam. "But Mrs. Sawyer told us we were to take the names and extend invitations to anyone who inquired about attending the party. And, even if they aren't boys, they did inquire about it." "True." replied Charlie. "But unless those two are exceptionally well versed at makeup, which they sure didn't appear to be, they can't be the guys that our housemom was told to expect." Samantha grinned at the thought she'd just had. "Maybe those two had themselves magically transformed into girls so they could infiltrate and easily evade detection." "You've been reading too much fantasy again, Sam." laughed Charlie. "But I suppose, if you can believe in magic, then you might also be able to believe that two boys could be changed into girls. As far as I'm concerned, that's just too fantastic and unrealistic to be believable." "It does sound more farfetched when you put it that way." "Besides, Sam. If they had really been boys, wouldn't they have transformed themselves into beautiful girls with far better natural endowments then _they_ have. I mean, the two of them are going to stick out like a matching pair of sore thumbs the night of the party. Spies wouldn't want to stand out in a crowd." "That's the best argument yet, Charlie." smiled Sam in agreement. "If they really had the ability to transform themselves into girls, then _why_ would they _ever_ want to look like they do now, when they would have been far less conspicuous looking like one of us." Sam and Charlie began to laugh even louder at the thought that two boys would ever want to be transformed into girls like the two who had just left. * * * * * When Marsha and Stella returned to their dorm, they, without paying much attention, exited the elevator on the fourth floor instead of the fifth. Neither of them noticed that floor on which they lived was now totally occupied by other girls. After the two them entered Marsha's room, she turned to her friend, a broad grin spread across her face. "We did it, Stel." she beamed. "Didn't I tell you that it was going to be really easy to get invited to their party." "You certainly did, Marsha." replied Stella. "But, not to find fault with that spell of yours, I'm still surprised they didn't realize that we were really boys." She smiled as she suddenly realized that there were a lot of good looking girls living on their floor. "You know, Marsha, I was just wondering if any of the other girls living on this floor were really boys and pledging a fraternity like we are." "I have no idea." replied Marsha. "But we're almost in now. And all that's important right now is that we're going to make it." Marsha unbuttoned her blouse as she walked over to stand in front of the mirror. After unfastening her bra, she stared at her small breasts and frowned. "You want to know something, Stel?" she asked quietly. "I really wish that I'd stolen a bra from _your_ sister instead of from mine." * * * * * Crissy stood nervously before the mirror in the DeeDee's room. She was wearing a skimpy little teddy that DeeDee had casually pulled out of her dresser without taking time to see if would fit before tossing it to her. Crissy hadn't thought it would fit her at all when she'd first seen it, but somehow it fit her perfectly, almost as if it had been made for her. When she considered how different she was from DeeDee, Crissy thought it very strange that her host would have something like this teddy that would fit _her_ so well. "See. I told you it would fit." said DeeDee, who was dressed the same way. There was a knock on the door, just before it swung open to admit Randi and Leeanne, Melina and Calandra, Samantha and Charlotte, Stacey Minwell, and CeeJay Larson. All eight of them were dressed in teddies matching those worn by Crissy and DeeDee. "I told you, we were going to have a little slumber party." said DeeDee. "And you're the guest of honor. We all wanted you to feel right at home here, Crissy." Crissy watched an old woman step across the threshold. She had snow white hair, which was far whiter than anything Crissy had ever seen before. As ancient as she appeared, Crissy was not surprised that the woman walked slightly stooped over. And she wore a robe that covered her withered body like a blanket. In fact, it covered her so well, that Crissy was unable to decide she wore anything underneath it. "This is Ms. Helgard." said DeeDee. "She helps us out around here with various things from time to time." "I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Helgard." "Of that, young lady, I am quite certain." replied the old woman in a thickly accented voice reminiscent of gypsies in old movies. "Are you all ready, my dears?" All of the girls, with the exception of Crissy, immediately answered "Yes." But Crissy was very puzzled. "Ready?" she asked. "Ready for what?" "It is nothing more than a little game that some of the girls here enjoy playing with their new sorority sisters." replied Ms. Helgard. "But it requires from your, imagination. Do you have imagination, Crissy?" "I believe so." answered Crissy. "Good. Then, we shall now begin the game." said the ancient gypsy woman. "Now, Crissy, go and stand before the full-length mirror." she commanded. "I shall ask the other girls about you. And then, you must imagine whatever they say about you is true. Do you understand?" "I think so." replied Crissy, while thinking it was a very strange game to play and this old woman should be put away someplace. "Randi." began Ms. Helgard. "If you could, what would you change about Crissy?" "I think I'd give her a thinner waist." replied Randi. A thinner waist, thought Crissy with amusement. But as she stared into the mirror, she felt a strange tingling centering about her waist. If it hadn't been for the skintight teddy she wore still being skintight, she would have sworn her waist was actually thinner than it had been before. "How about you, Leeanne?" "I'd make her hips wider." replied Leeanne. "You all know how much guys like girls with swiveling sexy hips." Once again, Crissy felt that strange tingle. Only this time, it centered on her expanding hips. But her hips couldn't really be expanding, she decided, regardless of what she felt or thought she saw. Because if they had, then certainly her borrowed teddy would no longer fit perfectly. "Melina?" "A nice tight ass." smiled Melina. "One that all the guys would pay to get a real good look at." Another tingling spread through her. Yet still the teddy fit the same now, as it had before they'd started with this game. Crissy began to think that her imagination was starting to play tricks on her mind." "And you, Calandra." "Let her be taller." she replied. "She should be at least 5'11" with absolutely no gain in her current weight." Watching herself in the mirror, Crissy entertained no doubts that she had inexplicably grown several inches taller. Her legs were now longer and more slender, just as her arms had become. And as her weight redistributed, she watched her image in the mirror develop pleasing feminine curves as it took on a decidedly sexy form. "Samantha?" asked the gypsy. "What would you change?" "I'd give her boobs as big as mine and Charlie's." she replied with a smile. Crissy felt the tingle build in her breasts. But she was more surprised when she felt them begin to expand. As she watched in the mirror, her blossoming mammaries pushed increasingly outward against her teddy until the material, in reaction to the continuous build up of stresses and strains behind it, suddenly reshaped itself to once more fit perfectly her newly acquired form. "And Charlotte. What would you change?" "I give her dark red hair." replied Charlie. "And make it long enough to cover that nice tight ass of hers." As Crissy continued watching her reflected image, she stared in shock as her hair grew longer and ever more red in color. Her reflection no longer had auburn colored hair. And by now, Crissy was certain that neither did she. As she felt her newly lengthened hair reach the top of her ass, she realized that this was no simple game of imagination. This was real. And she had to fight back. "It's your turn, CeeJay." said the old woman. "By now, I'm quite certain that our guest is tired of being mistaken for Crissy Wagner. I'm just as certain that she now knows she doesn't look anything like Crissy Wagner. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't even know Crissy Wagner." Suddenly Crissy felt her face begin to tingle. As it continued, she could feel her face remolding as it flowed like kneading plastic being recast into its new shape. She knew now she had to fight back or face becoming lost forever. But when she looked into the mirror, she let out a small gasp of utter surprise. No longer did she know what she should fight against, as she no longer recognized the face reflected there. And, even worse still was her realization, she no longer knew who she was. "Our guest looks like Holly Lochner." continued CeeJay. "Don't you all agree?" she asked. All the other girls affirmed that their guest was Holly Lochner. "And that must be because she is Holly Lochner." concluded CeeJay. And Holly's confusion suddenly disappeared. She recognized herself in the mirror. And she knew that she was Holly Lochner, a sister of the Sigma Beta Beta sorority. She was the same person now she had always been. "Stacey?" asked the gypsy woman. "I'd make her the assistant to the head cheerleader." replied Stacey, who was the head cheerleader. "But you already have an assistant Stacey." said Randi. "What about Susie?" she asked. "I've been trying to find some reason to dump Susie for quite some time now." replied Stacey. "And Susie's not one of our sisters and Holly is. Besides, Susie has, in the past, hurt another of our sisters. I'm sure that Susie will be easily adjusted into being just another cheerleader." "And finally DeeDee." "I think Holly needs her _own_ boyfriend. In my opinion, Larry Miller should be just perfect for her." "But DeeDee," objected Calandra. "Larry's already got a girlfriend. Lynette isn't gonna be very happy about giving him up." DeeDee smiled at her sister. "Lynette will find herself another boyfriend. She never seems to be without one for very long. It was Larry this month, that wrestler last month, some second-string basketball player the month before, and some nerdy nobody named Melville the month before that. The three of them will adjust the next time Larry and Holly see each other. "And Holly will _never_ be interested in Terry Jenkins at all. She's going to be far too interested in finding ways to keep Larry happy to ever think about _my_ Terry. And there will be a pregnancy result, the next time the two of them sleep together." The rest of girls collectively caught their breaths. "Now close your eyes, Holly." commanded Ms. Helgard. And obediently, Holly's eyes closed. "As they have said, so shall you now be." she said. "You now feel wonderful, but very sleepy. And in the morning, you shall feel and act as the very sexy woman that you are. You may now open your eyes, Holly." Holly opened her eyes. After a moment, she felt perfectly normal and natural. And she was totally unaware of ever being anyone except Holly Lochner. Ms. Helgard turned to leave. "No longer have you need of me." She turned to DeeDee. "And what wanted _you_ has now come to pass." "Thank you for your help, Ms Helgard." DeeDee smiled as the old woman walked through her bedroom door. Using the old gypsy woman's vast knowledge, she'd totally eliminated Crissy Wagner as her rival for Terry's affections. Holly suddenly yawned. "I'm going to _my_ room, DeeDee." she said sleepily. "I'm feeling awful tired right now." Holly turned and walked sexily out the door and down the hall. And then, one by one the remaining girls, who in actuality had been present only in their own dreams, faded away, leaving DeeDee all alone inside her room. A malicious grin spread across DeeDee's face. "That will teach you, Crissy Wagner, not to try messing with my man. By tomorrow morning, no one, other than me, will remember anyone named Crissy Wagner. I really hope that, as Holly, you will be happy being the mother of at least one of Larry Miller's children. * * * * * As Ms. Helgard left the sorority house, she gradually began to change. Within minutes, her walk became less stooped and her snowy white hair glistened gold. Her ancient aspect quickly faded leaving behind a much younger girl, perhaps just out of her teens, who was far better developed then most of the girls she'd left behind in the Sigma Beta Beta house. She smiled as she thought of the inevitable surprise that her young friends inside would certainly feel, if they could only see her now in this form, which she knew would inspire lust in any man who saw her. But she also knew they'd never understand her needs. And right now, she was in need of some fun of her own choosing. And this form, unlike her ancient Helgard form, was guaranteed to provide that fun and entertainment in the minimum amount of time. But then, she also required time to relax and unwind before resuming her other various duties. And she was certain that that relaxation would be forthcoming very soon. But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. "Excuse me, miss." came a male voice from behind her. "Could I see some ID?" She turned around. "Why, of course, officer." she said seductively, as she opened her bag and began searching. "Is there anything wrong, officer?" "You were inside the house over there?" questioned the officer. "Yes." she replied. "Was there a Crissy Wagner inside?" "There was, when I arrived." she replied. "But she's gone now, and I don't think she'll be returning." She handed her ID to the officer. "Was she expecting you?" she asked. "You might say that." answered the officer. "I'm Officer Potter of campus security. I told her I'd be around and checking up on her from time to time. I caught Miss Wagner jaywalking the other night and gave her a ticket requiring her appearance in court. However, I also gave her a way out of having to face the music. But it sounds like she'd rather be a fugitive from the law." Officer Potter looked closely at her ID. "She didn't say anything to me about being in trouble with the law." said the young woman. Officer Potter said nothing, as he looked over her ID, then frowned. "This can't be your ID, Miss Helgard, if that's your real name." he barked. "There is no way on God's green earth that you're this old." "Why, thank you, Officer Potter." she cooed. "But I think you should look at it again." One more, Officer Potter looked at her ID. He was surprised when he read her age. "It must have been the light, Miss Helgard." he said meekly. "There's nothing wrong with this ID." He handed it back to her. "Thank you, Officer Potter." she replied in a sensual tone intent on causing certain parts of the officer to stand up and notice her. "You can call me Hilda." Officer Potter looked the young woman up one side and down the other in quick appraisal. He was surprised that Hilda, unlike most of the snooty college girls on this beat, allowed him to openly ogle her. "Okay, Hilda." he answered. "My friends call me Pete." "You know, Pete." she purred. "If one of my sorority sisters is in trouble with the law, then maybe I could help her out. Do you think that would be alright?" Hilda ran her fingers through Pete's thinning reddish hair. "You would like that." she said leaving no doubt as to her intent. "Wouldn't you, Petey, dear?" "Would I ever." exclaimed Pete. "I just knew I'd get lucky hanging around here. When one of you gets into trouble, there's always another of you bitches ..." "Bitches?" questioned Hilda coldly. "I didn't mean nothing by that, Hilda." "No, I don't suppose you did." she answered even colder than before. "I'm not in that mood anymore, Petey." She smiled coldly at the man. "But I am still in the mood for a little fun." She flicked her wrist at Officer Potter, who suddenly and quite inexplicably found himself no longer wearing his uniform. "What?" exclaimed Officer Potter noticing his nudity. "You won't be needing that uniform anymore Petey." she told him as she flicked her wrist at him again. "But I will give you a nice new coat that should keep you warm at night." As she watched, Pete's thin red hair began to thicken. As it grew longer, it suddenly sprouted all over his naked form and within minutes had lengthened into a fine red coat. Officer Potter ran his hands across his body. Everywhere, he felt the long hair that had grown all over his body. "What's going on here, Hilda?" he asked in alarm. "This isn't legal, you know. I order you to stop this madness at once." he demanded. Hilda began to laugh. "You?" she smiled. "You presume to order me? I'll have to change that." She stared at Pete Potter, then snapped her fingers in disgust. Officer Potter felt his face begin to rearrange, as it took on a decidedly different appearance. He felt his mouth stretch out to form a muzzle. And as it grew, he also felt his teeth grow longer, while some of them, at the same time, grew sharper. He tried to complain, but the only sound he heard was a quiet whimper. "That's much better." said Miss Helgard. "As you are now, you may speak when spoken to, Petey." She smiled at the discomfort she could see behind his somewhat larger brown eyes. "Only it's not natural for someone like you to be bipedal." She passed her hand across his forehead. Suddenly, Officer Potter could no longer stand. As he fell silently to all fours, his body contorted to match the needs required of his new quadrupedal form. His hands quickly changed to forepaws, while, almost as quickly, his arms transformed into a canine's forelegs. And as the contortions subsided as his transmutation ended, he found himself panting heavily, his tongue hanging down. "Now that's even better still, Petey." remarked Hilda. "It's really a shame that you can't see what an absolutely gorgeous Irish setter you've now become." She smiled at her handiwork. "I thought the setter was appropriate. Didn't you Officer Potter?" She smiled as the setter growled at her. "You're in a bad humor, aren't you." she laughed as she scratched him under the chin. "One final change, sweet Petey. Then we'll wait and see just how lucky you get hanging around here. Especially, now that you've joined the ranks of the bitches." * * * * * When Holly woke the next morning, she felt incredibly sexy. She was still totally turned on from all the sizzling hot dreams she'd been having ever since she'd gone to bed last night. Larry's such a hunk, she thought to herself, a wickedly sinful grin spread across her face. Still in her borrowed teddy, she rose from her bed and ambled over to her mirror. "You're just so awesomely sexy." she told her reflection. She struck a seductive pose, then smiled at her sexy reflected image as she ran her hand through her luxurious long red hair. Slipping out of her teddy, which she let casually fall to the floor, Holly stared at her large firm breasts and her waspish waist. But suddenly, her happy smile turned into a worried frown. "Something's not right about this." she whispered to her image. "But what is it? Everything feels just as it always has." She reached down and cupped, then gently lifted, one of her ample breasts. "But somehow, I have this odd feeling that things aren't the same anymore." When she shook her head in an attempt to clear away her building confusion, she felt the familiar swish of her long hair across her back. "I am Holly Lochner." she declared to her reflection, but then hurriedly added, "Aren't I? But I remember being me and not someone else." She spotted the picture of her and Larry sitting on her dresser. When she picked it up, her confusion waned slightly, as if the picture were somehow an anchorage to who she really was. "It might be your lucky night lover." she told Larry's picture. "You're the absolute best guy ..." Her frown returned. She knew she'd dated other boys before she'd met Larry. So why couldn't she remember any of their names. There was a knock on her door. "Yes." answered Holly absently. As the door swung open, Stacey Minwell popped her head inside the room. "Don't forget we have cheerleading practice this afternoon, Holly." She smiled when she saw Holly staring at her naked image. "You know, Holly." she began to tease. "I'm sure there are plenty of guys on campus who would love seeing you dressed, or should I say undressed, just as you are right now. Make sure you wear your uniform today." "Of course, Stacey." she replied. "I've never forgotten to wear my uniform on a practice day before." But then, she blushed, realizing that Stacey had been pulling her leg. "Besides, Larry is the only guy who gets to see me this way." "Of course, Holly." smiled Stacey. "Whatever you say." And then she turned back into the hall, closing Holly's door behind her. Holly playfully strutted over to her closet. As she pulled her uniform off its hanger, she smiled as she saw the name "Holly" embroidered in frilly script just below its left shoulder. "This proves it." she exclaimed. "I must be Holly, just as I remember." she smiled. "Because if I wasn't really me, then I would have no reason to have this uniform in my closet with Holly's name on it." She quickly dressed. And the uniform, which, as she knew it must since it had to be hers, fit her perfectly. It really was hers, the perfect fit was the final confirmation. Then, after slipping into her white socks and tennis shoes, she sat down at her dresser, as she remembered doing countless times before, and applied a light amount of makeup to her face. When she finished, she looked into the mirror. A smile quickly spread across her face, as she thought how good she looked. But now, it was time to go to her first class. Somehow, she knew she just couldn't be late for class today; however, for some strange inexplicable reason, she wasn't exactly sure where her first class was being held. Not only that, but she wondered why it felt odd for _her_, a fulltime student, to be attending any classes at all. As she bounced down the stairs, she decided not to worry about any of those strange and unusual feelings she'd been having ever since waking up this morning. I'll have plenty of time to think about them later, she thought, but then maybe later on, all these really weird thoughts and feelings will have gone away on their own. "Good morning, sleepy head." said DeeDee as Holly approached. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to get out of bed before the term ended, Holly." "Morning, DeeDee." replied Holly. "I must have been awfully tired last night. I don't remember much about anything we did last night. And for some strange reason, I'm still a little foggy about some things this morning." DeeDee smiled. "We really didn't have a chance to do much of anything last night, Holly. You went to bed early complaining about not feeling very good. I gave you a couple of aspirin. And then, you went right to sleep." she explained. "I would imagine that whatever is causing your early morning fogginess should soon pass." "I sure hope so." "Are you ready to go to our first class?" "Of course, I am, DeeDee. Why wouldn't I be?" But, since she had no idea where her class was being held, it greatly relieved her to hear that she and DeeDee, who probably knew where they were supposed to go, had their first class together. Everything was going perfectly, thought DeeDee. But as she opened the outside door, she saw Terry petting a stray Irish setter in the yard in front of the sorority. Oh no, she thought. What was Terry doing here? "Hi, gorgeous." said Terry as DeeDee approached. "I thought I'd come over and walk you to class this morning, since you were so busy last night and I didn't get a chance to see you." "Hi, Terry." she grinned back at him. "We'd best hurry on our way to class, or I'll be late." After Terry took her hand in his, they started walking towards her class. "Hey, DeeDee." hollered Holly from behind them. "Wait up." As soon as Terry and DeeDee stopped, they turned back to see Holly, her bountiful breasts bobbing up and down, running to catch up with them. This is not going the way it should, thought DeeDee. They shouldn't see each other yet. I may have to improvise something. When Holly finally caught up to them, she needed several minutes to catch her breath. "I thought we were going to walk to class together, DeeDee." she gasped. "I'm really sorry, Holly." replied DeeDee. "Terry showed up just as I opened the door and asked if he could walk with me to class. I kind of forgot about us walking to class together. I sometimes get forgetful when he's around." "I think I can understand that." said Holly, who had finally managed to catch her breath. "Terry, this is Holly Lochner, one of my sorority sisters." she told her boyfriend. "And Holly, this is _my_ boyfriend Terry Jenkins." Holly and Terry shook each other's hands. "Pleased to meet you, Holly." "Likewise, Terry." But Holly, unsure of why she did, continued to stare at him. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked Terry. "You seem very familiar to me." "I don't think so." replied Terry quickly. "I'm sure I would have remembered meeting you." He turned to DeeDee, shaking his head no. "Just a minute, Terry." said DeeDee. She turned back to Holly and quickly pulled her aside. "What the hell are you up to? Why are you flirting with _my_ boyfriend, Holly?" Holly looked very confused at DeeDee's accusation. "I wasn't flirting with _your_ boyfriend, DeeDee." she stated forcefully in her defense. "I just thought he looked familiar and said so, but he said we'd never met. I must have been mistaken. And that's all there was to it." she finished her explanation. "Besides, DeeDee, I don't have any need to flirt with _your_ boyfriend, since I've got one of _my_ own. And I'm perfectly happy being with Larry." "I'm sorry, Holly." replied DeeDee with a fleeting smile. "Sometimes I get little jealous where Terry is concerned." "No problem. I've no doubt I'd feel the same, if I thought someone was trying to muscle in on Larry." said Holly. "But remember, you're my sorority sister, DeeDee. You should know I would never hurt you." DeeDee accepted Holly's words with a smile. She felt better now. Everything had still turned out alright anyway. "Hey you two." shouted Terry. "If you don't hurry, we'll all be late for our classes. * * * * * After waking in her own bed, Marsha was surprised to find all the girls' clothes hanging in her closet. But as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror on her dresser, her surprise quickly changed to wonder. Why should I, a girl, she wondered, be surprised at finding girls' clothes in _my_ closet. Marsha dressed quickly, picking out clothes she hoped would show off what she had. She frowned as she stared at her reflection. She wished she were taller. She wished her breasts were bigger. She wished she could be more like her best friend Stella. - - - - - When she went to her closet after waking up in her own bed, Stella was surprised to find all the girls' clothes hanging inside. But after seeing her reflection in the full-length mirror on the closet door, her surprise quickly vanished to be replaced with wonder. Why should a girl like me, she wondered, be surprised at finding the clothes of a girl hanging in _my_ closet. After picking out clothes she hoped would showcase what she had, Stella quickly dressed. But when she looked at her reflection, she frowned. She wished she were shorter. She wished her figure were more curvy. She wished she could be more like her best friend Marsha. - - - - - Leaving their rooms at exactly the same time, Stella and Marsha met in the hall just outside their rooms. "Are you ready for class, Marsha?" "I guess, I'm as ready as I going to be, Stella." Riding the elevator to the dormitory lobby, Stella and Marsha had joked with each other and giggled through the entire four floor trip, much to the consternation of many of the other elevator riders. And as the girls exited the lobby heading for class, neither was aware they were heading for a completely different class then the one for which they'd enrolled. Marsha and Stella arrived at their class, just as Terry, DeeDee, and Holly arrived. "Look over there, Marsha." Stella indicated the two girls talking with Terry Jenkins. "Those two girls with Terry are DeeDee Marston and Holly Lochner. Both of them are Sigma Beta Beta girls. We should be seeing both of them at the sorority pledge party the end of the week. "I'd certainly love to see a lot more of either one of them." said Marsha in a decidedly boyish tone. "I know exactly what you mean, Marsha." For a moment, wide grins spread across their faces. But suddenly, both girls frowned. "Damn." swore Marsha. "I wish that my boobs were as big as Holly's." "Damn." swore Stella. "I wish I had a really curvy figure just like DeeDee's." - - - - - Both Holly and DeeDee spotted Marsha and Stella looking their way. "Isn't that a couple of our pledges standing over there, DeeDee?" asked Holly. "Yeah." replied DeeDee. "They're Marsha Jensen and Stella Wilson." Terry looked up as he heard the names. Could those two actually be Mark Jensen and Steve Wilson in some kind of disguise, he wondered? He hadn't seen either of them for the last several days and was curious how they were coming along with their attempt to smuggle themselves into the _girls only_ sorority party. But even from where he stood, he could tell the two of them were really girls, that is, unless they'd found someone or something capable of changing them into girls so they would be able to sneak into the Sigma Beta Beta party. Maybe, he thought, I _should_ have told them about the wizard in the mall instead of remaining quiet. "Do you think either one of them will be accepted into our sorority?" asked Holly curiously. "It's very doubtful." replied DeeDee. Neither one of them is really up to our admittance standards. Both of them are kind of pretty, but 'kind of pretty' doesn't really cut it. Neither one is really pretty enough to even be considered as one of us. Marsha is way too short and her breasts aren't big enough, but she she does have a passable figure for someone her size. And that Stella is just a bean pole. If not for her big titties, her only redeeming feature I might add, she wouldn't have any figure at all." DeeDee sighed. "I can't understand why Sam and Charlie gave them invitations to our party in the first place." "It was probably because Mrs. Sawyer told us to admit everyone who came to our door and asked to be invited to our party." replied Holly. "Didn't you hear the rumor that there were some frat pledges going to try and crash _our_ pledge party?" Terry looked up again, noticeably startled. That wasn't supposed to be common knowledge, he thought. Could there possibly be a leak of information from his frat? Mark and Steve could find themselves in serious trouble if they were expected. "Yeah, I heard that rumor." said DeeDee. "But I still don't know how letting girls like that attend our party is going to stop some potential frat jocks from trying to crash our party." "I don't know, DeeDee. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me either." agreed Holly. "But I'm sure that Mrs. Sawyer has her reasons." That must be them, thought Terry, as he watched all four girls enter the class room. He sighed. "Somehow, I need to find some way to tell then what I've heard." he mumbled. "But I've got my own classes to attend to right now. I only wish I had a friend who could help me keep watch over them." * * * * * As class ended, the students filed swiftly out of the classroom. Looking around as she exited the room, Holly quickly spotted Stacey Minwell and her boyfriend Tom Daniels in the milling crowd of students. If they were here, then Holly knew that Larry couldn't be far away. Rapidly scanning the crowd again, she soon located Larry, just as she'd expected, not far from Stacey and Tom. She began walking toward him, only to stop abruptly when she saw that Lynette was with him. Holly looked back at DeeDee. "What is that bitch doing hanging all over Larry like that?" she asked with growing jealousy. "I don't know, Holly." DeeDee grinned as she realized that another part of the spell cast last night was finally starting to take effect. "Maybe we'd better go over there and find out for ourselves." "You got that right." came Holly's hostile sounding reply. Leaving DeeDee behind, she marched quickly over to where Larry and Lynette stood. "Hello, Larry." she said coldly. At the sound of her irate voice, Larry turned around. But when he saw that it was Holly standing there, her arms crossed against her breasts, he smiled at her, totally engrossed and completely unable to turn away. "Hello, beautiful." He freed himself from Lynette's grasp and walked over to the angry girl. And then, as if nothing had happened, Larry pulled Holly close and kissed her passionately. Lynette