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The Ying-Yang Fraternity
By Tanto
It wasn't working out, I decided. I'd only been in
college for a week, and I was already bored. From all the
cliches, one would think that the college years would be
the best years of one's life, but one would be wrong. At
least, he'd be wrong where I was concerned.
No wild parties- at least, none that I'd been to.
A peculiar mixture of stress and boredom- I either had too
much to do or nothing to do. And most definitely, no
romance.
That last one was kind of difficult for me,
because I'd been pretty popular in high school. But here,
I didn't seem to be noticed at all. Compared to most of
the other students on campus, I was somewhat typical. I
wasn't bad looking, but I was clearly not a stud. I was in
good shape, but not good enough to get me on to any sports
teams. My grades were good, but not too good. All in all,
I fell squarely into the realm of "average-" and I hated
it.
I told Jeremy, my roommate and best friend in
college so far about my complaint, and he looked at me
with interest.
"You should join the Ying-Yang Fraternity," he
suggested. "We eat up guys like you."
"We?" I asked.
"I'm a member," he shrugged.
I regarded Jeremy silently. He's a lot like me,
average, with nothing he could really do about it. The
difference was that he didn't seem to mind. He was a
junior, though, while I was just a freshman. His previous
roommate had graduated the previous year, and we had hit
it off immediately when he had invited me to move into his
apartment at only one-quarter rent.
"Wait," I said, remembering something. "Isn't
there a Ying-Yang Sorority?"
"Yes," he admitted.
The Ying-Yang Sorority, if I was to believe the
common gossip, had no requirements other than "a C-cup or
greater," in the words of one disgruntled sophomore, who
had been rejected. It was filled to the brim with
beautiful, busty young women. The weird thing was, though,
that they only took in one new sister a month- and only on
the night of the full moon.
"We don't have anything to do with them, though,"
Jeremy added. "As I understand it, both were founded on
the same year by a boy and a girl who were fiercely
competitive with each other. We don't really care about
them- except on April Fool's Day."
"What happens then?" I queried.
"We play one massive practical joke on them,"
Jeremy said, his eyes alight. "In honor of our founder.
They do the same to us, of course, but their joke is never
quite as good as ours." He eyed me speculatively. "Tell
you what. I'll let you come to our first ceremony of the
year. We usually don't let any non-members attend, so it's
kind of a privilege. I guarantee that your life will never
be the same after that."
"Sure," I said. "Why not?"
*-*-*
The first ceremony of the Ying-Yang Frat was a
huge blowout. There was music, dancing, food, and alcohol.
I was technically underage to drink that last one, but I
had some anyway. I didn't really care for the taste, but
it seemed to be appropriate, and I did so want to be in
fashion.
The only things that were conspicuously absent, I
noticed, were girls. I had heard previously that these
huge college parties were supposed to be packed with
beautiful women, but I saw none. Only a bunch of normal-
looking, nondescript young men having a good time.
It was shortly before midnight when Jeremy sought
me out.
"Having fun?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Loads."
"It's just about to get better." He turned and
motioned to some burly guys I noticed had been sidling up
behind me. "Follow me." One of his thugs gave be a none-
too-ceremonial shove and started me moving.
They led me into a well-lit room with a single
unadorned light bulb hanging down from the ceiling. There
was a wooden chair sitting directly under the bulb. "Sit
down," Jeremy instructed crisply in a tone that was
peculiarly not his own. I was still a little woozy from
the beer I had been drinking, and obeyed. I noted a
solitary clock on the wall as I unsteadily sat down.
Jeremy's ruffians began to tie thick ropes around my body,
effectively disabling my movements.
Sobered slightly by this, I asked, "What's this
about?"
"It's an. initiation rite," Jeremy said absently,
his eyes on the clock.
At the stroke of midnight, the clock began to
chime slightly. Jeremy sauntered up, reaching into his
pocket and pulling out something. He raised my right hand,
and slipped a ring onto my index finger.
I began to feel dizzy. I got the impression that
this wasn't caused by the beer.
Then, after what seemed like several seconds of
that, I blacked out.
*-*-*
I didn't know how long I'd been out of it. I sat
in unconsciousness, strange images floating through my
head.
All time passed.
No time passed.
When I awoke, I could immediately sense that
something was different, but I couldn't seem to put my
finger on what. I still seemed to be in the same room,
sitting in a chair with a light bulb over my head and a
clock on the wall. Jeremy and his bad-boys were gone,
replaced by a tall blonde girl with a great figure, with
C-cup breasts and luscious curves. She had, however, a
steely glint in her icy blue eyes that said louder than
words that she meant business. There was also a short
redhead and a tall brunette.
"Wha." I started, but stopped abruptly when I
heard my own voice.
"I know what you're thinking," the blonde girl
said dismissively. "You're wondering who we are, what's
going on, and why you feel a little different."
I could only nod.
"Let's start with the first question. My name is
Audrey. This-" she motioned to the redhead- "- is Erin,
and that-" she pointed at the brunette- "is Hillary.
"Second question: you've just been through an
initiation rite. They may have told you that over at the
frat house." She moved her hand to stifle my objection
momentarily. "But not just your normal initiation rite."
Her brow furrowed in thought. "It's kind of hard to take
on faith, so maybe you should just look down."
I looked down- and my gaze met with a pair of
enormous bumps sticking out of my chest. "But those are."
I couldn't say it.
"Breasts," Audrey said it for me, as if it weren't
too important. "They're breasts, and you'd better get used
to them, because you're probably going to have them for
the rest of your life."
"What?" I tried to rise, but I was still bound.
"Let me explain," Audrey said gently. "If you have
any questions, you can ask them after I'm finished.
"Contrary to what you may have heard," she began,
"the Ying-Yang Fraternity and Sorority are connected, and
I'm not just talking about the practical joke we play on
each other on April Fool's Day. They were founded by an
anti-feminist- you know, the equal rights people- and an
average guy who didn't like being average. The girl looked
like a bimbo- blonde hair, blue eyes, massive bust- but in
reality, she was extremely smart, and she couldn't stand
the way people underestimated her because of her
appearance. Then one day the guy got a pair of rings from
somewhere- no one remembers where- that could switch the
bodies of people who wore them at the same time. But it
only worked on midnight on the night of the full moon."
I would have scoffed at this, but I was in kind of
an unusual situation right about then, so I kept silent.
"They tried it, and, as you may have guessed, it
worked. The guy became popular and noticed, and the girl
became respected and average. Something for everybody."
Audrey smiled wryly. "But then the girl- she was the guy
now, so I'm changing pronouns- remembered some of his
former friends had the same attitude that he had
previously. Some of his new friends didn't like being
average any more than the girl did, so together they
founded the Ying-Yang Fraternity and Sorority. On the
night of the full moon, each organization brings in a girl
and a guy who are unhappy with the way things are for them
and switches them. It works out rather well." She smiled
again and looked down at her body. "You'd be surprised how
many women in this world don't like having bodies like
these. And there are always boys who don't like not being
noticed. So we use the rings to fix things for both of
them." The glint returned to her eyes. "But now we get to
the technical questions." She looked at me. "What is your
name?"
"David Henry Fix," I responded instantly.
"That's who you _used_ to be, and I guess you
still are, deep down inside. But for all practical
purposes, you are also a female now. What is your name?"
"How would I know?" I snapped irritably.
"You'd be surprised." Audrey looked at me gravely.
"Just relax. Try not to think about how new and alien your
body feels. Ignore who you used to be, and ask yourself,
'What is my name?'"
I tried it. I eased my muscles, which had become
tense during this little exchange. I tried to ignore all
of the strange feelings I was getting from my body. I
tried to forget about anyone named David Henry Fix, and a
single name came bubbling to the surface.
"What is your name?" Audrey asked softly.
"Tara Lee Mason," I answered automatically. My jaw
hit the floor- figuratively speaking, of course. "But
how?"
"You let yourself be Tara Lee Mason," Audrey
explained. "You assumed, just for a minute, your new
identity as Tara Lee Mason. You'd better learn how to do
that for longer periods of time, because you'll need to do
it every single instant that you appear in public. Now,
tell me about your parents."
I let myself go again, and the answers to that
question suddenly occurred to me. "My mother is Rachel
Lewis Mason," I said. "She's a banker. My father is
Jonathan Lynn Mason. He's a lawyer."
"Very good. Age?"
"Eighteen."
It went on like that for about an hour. Audrey's
questions gradually changed from basic to personal.
Frighteningly personal.
"Bra size? Precise measurements, please," she
asked at one point during the interrogation.
"32DD," I said, even shocking myself. "38-22-36."
My male self, anyway.
About fifteen minutes after that, she turned to
her companions. "I think she's ready, girls," she told
Hillary and Erin. They nodded mutely. "I guess we can
untie her now."
As they pulled off the ropes- which were much
thinner than the ones I had been in at the frat house, I
noticed- I asked, "What's with the ropes, anyway?"
"They're not really there to keep you from running
away," Audrey answered. "Some people go nuts after the
switch and have to be restrained to keep from hurting
themselves."
I stood up- and was promptly amazed. I was so
small! I was at least a foot shorter than I had been
before. Audrey, who couldn't have been more than five foot
seven, seemed to tower above me. "This is so weird," I
said. I shook my head, sending the long locks of hair on
my back to shifting. "I'm sorry, but I don't like this.
Could I change back?"
"No." Audrey's voice was frosty. "Not unless both
you and David are dissatisfied with your bodies- which
rarely happens, and if it does, we just switch you with
someone else. Like it or not, you're going to be female
for the rest of your life."
"But what if I don't want to be a girl?" I half-
shrieked.
"It doesn't matter," Audrey sighed. "Everybody
thinks they don't like it at first. Try to look on the
positive side. You're young, you're attractive, you're
popular, you're rich, and you've got a bright future. The
gender swap is really just an incidental part, if you get
right down to it. Believe me, if you're the kind of person
we think you are- and we're usually very good judges of
character- you'll be much happier as you are now."
"You have an interesting definition of
'incidental,'" I told her.
Audrey ignored that. "Do you want to see what you
look like?" she asked, pointing to a full body mirror
hanging on the door that I hadn't noticed before.
Though I could quite easily remember what I looked
like, I walked over to the mirror anyway. I let my
Tara mentality drop out of place, and I gazed at my
reflection.
My hair and makeup was a bit mussed, but I still
looked stunning. I surmised that I was one of those people
who look better when they first get out of bed in the
morning than most people look at their heights.
My hair wasn't exactly blonde. It was brown, but
it teetered on the extreme edge of being blonde- golden-
brown, I guess you would say. My eyes were very large and
very blue. I was very small, hardly more than five feet
tall, but I had all the right curves in all the right
places. The breasts that rode high and proud on my chest
were huge, and they looked even bigger than they actually
were because I was so small. No one would have mistaken
_me_ for a child. I had the kind of body that made cocks
everywhere snap to attention.
I continued to stare at myself for several minutes
before I realized that I had seen this girl before. She
had been in one of my classes. Algebra, I thought, even
though I hadn't gotten her name.
I shook my head. This had to be a dream.
"All right, sisters," Audrey said crisply. "Campus
curfew is two 'o' clock. We've got to be out of here in
fifteen minutes."
I slipped on my Tara personality again and
followed Audrey out the door with no trouble at all- even
though I was wearing high heels. As we headed to our cars-
my new one was a red Jaguar- I spoke to Audrey. "Hey,
Audrey?"
"Yes?"
"Who did you used to be?"
Audrey paused for a moment. "We don't usually talk
about that," she said finally. "Most of us don't _want_ to
talk about it. But. I started out as Jeremy."
"You were Jeremy?" I blurted.
"Yes- when I was a freshman," she answered
quietly. "A pair that's been switched with each other will
always eventually bring in two more prospective members.
Eventually, you and David will have to do that. You
probably shouldn't talk or think about who you were
before, though. It's harder to stay in character if you
do, and if you start getting too mouthy about who you used
to be, we'll silence you- one way or another."
I was actually shocked. "Is that a threat?" I
asked incredulously.
"No- just a statement of fact. See you later,
Tara."
*-*-*
I woke up.
I felt a momentary surge of panic when I looked
over at the clock on my nightstand, but then I remembered-
it was Saturday. I didn't have any classes to rush to
today, and I didn't have anything planned until tonight.
I sat up in bed and stretched my limber, energetic
body. I would have liked to go back to sleep, but I find
it impossible to do that after I've already woken up. I
stood up, stretched again, and looked at my reflection in
the full-body mirror I had positioned on one wall. I cast
only a fleeting glance at the beautiful body I had gained
only three years ago.
I pulled off my silk nightgown and tossed it onto
the bed as I headed into the bathroom. I took a twenty-
minute shower. Then, I returned to my closet and began to
delve inside for something suitable to wear today.
I easily pulled on a pair of hot pink panties, and
then I dug around and found a bra. I held it up and
expertly slid my arms through the loops and adjusted the
straps before hooking it on and making sure the cups fit
snugly. Even my male, David mentality could probably put
on a bra by now. I rarely even think about my previous
life now. My female one is so superior to it that I can't
really think of a reason why I would want to.
I decided that casual dress would probably be good
for today. I'd been on the go all week, and some loafing
definitely seemed to be in order. The football team had an
away game up in New York, and as a cheerleader, I'd been
sort of obliged to attend. It is so _cold_ up there in the
winter! I had just gotten back yesterday, and I was so
glad to be back in my warm southern climate.
I pulled my favorite pink T-shirt out of the
closet. I love that shirt. It clings to my body and shows
off my figure- not to mention a _lot_ of cleavage- and
it's virtually indestructible. No disaster I have ever
been through has left a permanent mark on that shirt. I
pulled it over my head and then slipped on a tight pair of
blue jeans. I admired my reflection in the mirror. Sexy,
yet comfortable. I could form that combination with just
about any outfit.
I went into the kitchen of my large, luxurious
apartment. On my first night as Tara, I was pleasantly
surprised to discover that I now lived off campus in a
huge, comfortable apartment and that I didn't even have to
pay rent, since my parents bought it for me. I probably
could have paid rent if I had wanted to, though- my
modeling job pays very well.
I didn't feel like having a big breakfast since it
was so late in the morning, so I just fixed myself a bowl
of Frosted Flakes and plopped down on my comfortable couch
in front of my big-screen TV. If this wasn't worth putting
up with the occasional inconveniences of being a young
woman, I didn't know what was.
There was nothing on except your usual daytime
trash, so I turned it off and turned on my stereo instead.
As I placed the CD into the player, I caught sight of one
of the pictures I had taken of Audrey and me at Disney
World about two years ago. Audrey graduated last spring,
and I miss her sometimes. It was she, more than anyone
else, who helped me through those difficult first days as
Tara. I'm trying to stay in contact with her, but she's a
writer for a national magazine now, so she can be kind of
hard to track down.
I listened to some CDs and read for about an hour,
and then I decided to go over to the mall to grab some
lunch and buy an outfit for the ceremony for the Ying-Yang
Sorority. I grabbed my coat and got into my car.
I had lunch at a neat little Seinfeld-esque
restaurant that I had discovered the previous year. After
a _very_ attentive waiter had served me (yet another good
point about being a beautiful young woman: when eating
out, waiters come running at your every beck and call), I
went to the mall and shopped around for about three hours
until I finally found the perfect dress for the ceremony.
It was black with silver highlights, and I looked stunning
in it. The cost probably would have turned my father's
hair white- if it wasn't already- but I paid without
batting an eye, and in cash.
When I got back to my apartment, I picked up the
phone and immediately called up Elaine. Elaine Hudson was
most probably the newest member of the Ying-Yang Sorority-
even though she didn't know about it, the sisters and I
had decided on her membership almost as soon as I saw her
on campus. She was taller than I was, but not by much. She
had flaming red hair and these intense green eyes that
seemed to challenge you every time you looked into them.
She also had an absolutely huge bosom- 42DDD or so. This
inconvenienced her to no end. As I understood it, she had
been a tomboy since infancy, and nothing had happened
recently to change that. Her being born into the
disgustingly feminine body she had must have been some
kind of cosmic mistake. What's more, her father owned a
famous clothing line and was disgustingly rich, and he had
babied her since the moment she was born- even when she
didn't want him to. He was also tiresomely overprotective;
not letting her do virtually anything on her own, and
Elaine had told me she had been counting the days until
she turned eighteen. But, as Audrey said in a recent E-
mail to me, "The Ying-Yang Sorority was _founded_ for that
kind of girl. You gotta get her in."
I'd rather carefully integrated myself with
Elaine, and in a few short weeks she trusted me
explicitly. She hadn't been too excited about joining an
all-girl association, but I rather cryptically told her
that it would "change your life."
It was still on. As I hung up the phone after
talking with Elaine, I wondered if David, my counterpart
in the Fraternity, had even thought about their newest
member. Probably not, I decided. Boys get an almost
childlike pleasure in putting things off until the last
minute and then running around in panicked circles as the
results of their procrastination come home to roost.
I can't believe I just said that about the gender
I was not too long ago. Sometimes I take a long, hard look
at the many weird things in my life and start to crack up
at the irony of it all.
Anyway, I ate a small dinner and began to get
ready for the ceremony. The Frat House has a party, but
the Sorority has a dinner. That's just one of the many
differences in our presentation. The Frats are casual, but
we're extremely formal. The Frats pacify their newest
members by pouring massive quantities of beer into them,
but we just slip a little drug that induces drowsiness-
and docility- into their wine. It all ends up in the same
place at the same time, though- the rookie and the
veterans in a small room with a clock, a single light
bulb, a single chair, and the rings.
As I was making my final preparations, I got word
that the Ying-Yang Fraternity was having their monthly
bash tonight. That was a relief.
The dinner went more or less as planned. Elaine
showed up in a ravishing green dress- she looks dazzling
in green- and had it not been for the dangerously
competent gaze in her eyes, one would quickly have
dismissed her as a common bimbo.
At about ten before twelve, I motioned to my
accomplices, and they rather gently lifted the woozy
Elaine out of her seat. The rest of our sisters pretended
not to notice- we couldn't do anything to appear
suspicious- as we guided her towards the small room near
the back, where we tied her to the seat.
I opened my purse and removed the ring. I glanced
up at the clock so that I'd know exactly when it was time.
Elaine was moaning softly, but I didn't pay any attention
to her, since she seemed to be okay- physically, at least.
When the clock struck midnight and began to chime,
I rather melodramatically raised Elaine's right hand and
pushed the ring onto her index finger. Her green eyes went
very wide, and then they snapped shut, and her body went
limp.
I hadn't really realized how long the intermission
between the putting on of the rings and the actual swap of
the bodies was until Audrey had invited me to perform as
one of her "helpers"- the two or three girls who
accompanied the recruiter during the swap. It lasts for
hours. Sometimes we've even had to move an unconscious
girl into a dorm or apartment because the senselessness
caused by the swapping rings was taking us past campus
curfew. I had been bored stiff that first time, but this
time I was prepared. I pulled out a small paperback novel
from my purse and passed the time by reading until I began
to hear a stirring on the chair.
That didn't necessary mean that the new Elaine was
going to wake up anytime soon, though. It was getting
close to time, though.
After about another ten minutes, Elaine's eyelids
opened unsteadily. She blinked, and then she shook her
head slightly. "Where am I?" she asked.
END
* * *
If anyone wants to write any stories using this idea, feel
free. The story pretty much explains all the rules, but
I'd prefer it if the city, state, and school remain
unnamed (it's somewhere in the southern United States,
though).
Louise
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