The Unmentionables: The Panty Raid free porn video

Just a short story that I thought of. I was looking through a dictionary and saw the word "panty-raid" and saw it's definition and thought it would be hilarious to make a TG story out of it, so here it is. Retribution three is still underway (it's becoming longer than I expected to make it) so I thought I'd make a short story to not be gone for too long. The Unmentionables (The Panty Raid) By Po "Hahahaha!! I can't believe this! We're gonna get some big trophies!" Greg said excited, barely able to contain himself. But no, they were not after any regular trophy. They were not competing for the Heisman Trophy, the last game of the college football season, or even the hockey trophy. The trophy they were going to obtain was the most sacred trophy a perverted male could ever obtain and would cherish forever. ...Panties... ...And probably even bras... The sorority girls were out cheerleading or just out hanging out, their dorms being left unattended. The sorority girls were made of a dozen, equally gorgeous girls between the ages of 20 to 21. Their main purpose was to stand up for women's rights, which also meant that they had a slight hatred toward men. They were even rumored to be witches, but nobody ever paid attention to that. They thought it was a load of crap. Greg and his small group of fraternity buddies had been obsessed with these girls lately, trying to get with them but always constantly being shot down and rejected by them. When Greg and his group had finally discovered that they would never go for them, they wanted to make them regret that decision. So here Greg currently was. Greg, with his four other buddies was about to initiate a panty raid. Afterwards, they would keep some for keepsakes and put some of them on the bulletin board. Greg had finally picked the lock and entered the dorm. "You fuckers better be quiet! Don't touch anything other than the panties!" Greg whispered loudly. "When we leave, leave everything the way it was!" "Don't worry..." Al said. "We won't touch nothing." They closed the door behind them, locking it also, and turned on the lights. They saw a room with four beds and four dressers. "Al, you're with me. Everyone else go look in the other rooms." Everyone else went to the other rooms except Al. "Now... let's get us some panties..." Greg said, rubbing his heads in anticipation and dug into the first 2 dressers. He saw C-cup bras, and just some normal looking panties. "I'll take the other two." Al said, going through the other two dressers." Before Greg could pick up, or even touch, the panties to examine them, he felt a chill all over his body. It felt as if he wasn't wearing anything. He looked down and discovered that he really WASN'T wearing anything! He was naked! His clothes had disappeared! "What the fuck?!" Greg said, shocked. "What the fuck happened to my clothes?!" "And mine, too!" Al said. Greg looked up at Al and discovered that his clothes were indeed gone, too. They both were completely naked. "You're going to regret attempting to steal our lingerie." A very feminine, but vicious voice said. "Who the hell was that?!" Greg asked looking around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Down here, you dummy!" The voice said again. Greg looked down at the sexy lingerie in the drawer: The 46DD bras, the size 14 panties, the sexy nylon stockings, leather chokers, nylon gloves and the corsets. Greg noticed that they weren't even there before. The lingerie Greg first saw was just regular like any other girls and average, without the stockings, gloves, chokers, and corsets, but now they were ultra-sexy and even bigger. He could only imagine the gorgeous sexual goddess that would be able to fit those. He looked in the bottom drawer and saw a platinum blonde wig. "You will fit in these." The lingerie said reading Greg's mind. "The fuck?" Greg said, incredulous. "YOU are talking to me?!" "Yes..." Said the lingerie. "It's too bad you didn't believe those rumors about us being witches." "Greg..." Al said in a shaky voice. "Why the fuck are PANTIES talking to us? And why are we suddenly naked?" "I don't fucking know!" Greg yelled. "This is a bunch of bullshit. We're just imagining things." "Well... imagine this..." The voice said. Greg and Al fell down on the pink carpet in pain. It felt like a blender was scrambling their insides. Then... it was gone. They both stood back up. "Believe us now?" The voice said. "You gotta be kidding..." Al said. "Forget this! I'm outta here!" Al ran to the door... or where the door was... only to run into a wall. There was no sign of there being a door ever on the wall. "The hell?!?!" Al screamed. "Where the fuck is the door?!" "I told you... we really are witches..." The voice said. "NO!" Al said, running toward the window... or where the window was a minute ago... now it was just a wall, just like the door. "Look!" Greg said. "We're sorry! I didn't mean to do this! We won't ever bother you again!" "Pathetic men..." The voice said. "Just like all men. You are 100 percent devoted on doing something evil, but once you get caught even before you do it, you act innocent. That's how all men are." "I'm warning the others!" Al said, trying to go to the next room, but all that was there was another wall. Even the doorway that lead to the kitchen and the bathroom door were replaced my walls. "Dammit!!" Al said in frustration, banging on the wall that he knew the others went through when there were doors. "HELP!!! CAN YOU HEAR US?!?! HELP US!!" "Scream all you want. Nobody will ever hear you. As long as this transformation is taking place, this room will be cut off from the rest of the dimension, as will the others in the other rooms. Now... you are going to pay for trying to invade our privacy and being so pathetic. Take this!" Suddenly, the panties and the bras and the stockings and the corsets magically levitated out of the drawers and floated in the air, right in front of Greg; so did the lingerie of the dresser Al looked in. "Let's go!" The lingerie said, flying towards Greg and Al. "The hell?!" Greg said confused. The white corset snapped itself around Greg's waist. It was fastened all the way. All of the air was knocked out of Greg and he could hardly breathe. His waist was impossibly small... 15". He looked over at Al, as the same thing was happening to him, only makeup was also flying at him and he was desperately trying to outrun it. At first, the pain Greg suffered from the corset was excruciating, but then it was comfortable. It was as if he didn't even have the corset on. The corset unfastened itself and flew off of Greg's waist but Greg's waist was still tiny. It was now REALLY tiny! His waist alone was tiny enough to make his hips look wide and womanly, even though they were still male. Greg now knew what was going on. The clothes and makeup are going to attack him and Al, one by one turning them into women. "No!" Greg said, desperately running away. A bottle of some weird gel floated off of the dresser and floated toward Greg and Al. It opened up and the weird gel enveloped their whole bodies, from head to toe, even in their face. They felt their hair, and their hair follicles, get destroyed. It was burning and itching immensely. five seconds later, their bodies and faces were completely smooth and devoid of hair. Their skins were beautiful... like a super model. "Dammit!" Greg said running around some more. He looked over at Al to see how he was doing, but he wasn't doing too well. His hands were tied behind his back with stockings as a pair of black sheer pantyhose went up his legs, sending tingles through them. Greg watched with his own eyes as Al's legs became extremely sexy, flawless, and more fleshly, and his hips and his butt started expanding. "AL!" Greg yelled, running at Al trying to save him, but a bottle of hairspray magically rolled into Greg's path and he slipped face forward on it. He felt a pair of those size 14 panties crawl up his legs and rest on his hips. He immediately felt his hips expand and his ass inflate behind him. Also, his penis was snapped back in between his legs, giving his crotch a smooth and womanly look. But he could even feel it tingling and shrinking. Greg desperately tried to rip the panties off but they wouldn't even budge or stretch. His hips and his butt were starting to fill up the panties. But his thighs remained the same. He stood back up, but was amazed at how his butt was arching out behind him as it still grew. His spine had popped into its proper female alignment. His hips were now starting to look ultra wide thanks to his tiny waist. Greg started to run more, as that dreaded pink satin 46DD bra chased him. He didn't want to end up with tits that size. As he ran, he was distracted by the dramatic, fluent, and sensual oscillations his huge butt and his wide hips were making. Looking at Al, his hips were now very wide and his butt was huge, but Greg's were growing even bigger. His own waist was even smaller, too. Greg figured he would be getting it worse than Al. Al was now wearing a sexy pair of black satin panties and as Greg looked down, he discovered that his was even sexier and was pink and was a perfect fit, despite how huge it was. His crotch was now completely flat with no sign of any manhood being under it. The growing finally stopped but it was way too late. His hips were very wide and his ass was HUGE and perfect and deliciously rounded making it extremely voluptuous. His hips were 44". Ignoring the feeling of his very immense ass, he had to help his friend, which was in need. Greg got behind Al and ripped off the stockings that were tying his arms behind his back. Just in the nick of time, Greg pulled Al out of the way of a D-cup bra that was headed straight towards Al's chest. "Thanks, man! I fucking owe you one!" Al said, greatly showing his gratitude. "No prob!" Greg replied. "You insolent fool! Do you think you can escape our clutches?!" The voice boomed. Greg finally became alert again after his 6 second break but it was too late. The 46DD bra hit Greg straight on the chest. Greg acted as if he had been hit with a missile directly in the chest and got pushed back several feet, making him hit the wall. The bra immediately fastened itself and tingles ran rampant around Greg's chest as his breasts started to grow. Greg just sat there, stunned. Sitting down, he felt like he was sitting on two large pillows. "Greg!!" Al screamed in shock. He bent over and tried with every fiber in his being to rip the bra off but it wouldn't move an inch. It was if he was trying to push a boulder. "Watch out..." Greg weakly said, hurt from the extreme impact of the bra hitting him and his back hitting the wall. "Huh?" Al said. His hands were still on the huge cups of the bra, which were rapidly filling up, trying to rip it off, when black nylon gloves went up Al's arms and another pair of stockings once again tied Al's arms, this time in front of him. "No! Please..." Al screamed, but the rest of his sentence was cut off by a black leather choker wrapping itself around his throat. Al felt acute tingling and pain in his throat. He could hardly speak. Then, Al's head snapped forward as a beautiful red wig hit his head and firmly attached itself to his head. He fell forward from the impact. As soon as he fell, Greg saw a pair of green contact lens making a beeline right toward his eyes. Greg immediately moved out of the way and the contacts hit the wall instead. Now Greg's breasts were very close to completely filling the bra. They were growing very large. Greg avoided a few other objects trying to hit him and change him. As Greg sat there, dazed, he looked around the room. It was as if a scene from a horror movie was coming to life, inanimate objects flying all around the room as if it was a storm of cosmetics and lingerie. 10 seconds later, Greg's breasts were finally done. They were huge and very immense. Greg could feel their tremendous weight on his chest with every shaky and panting breath he took. They felt like and looked like 2 large beach balls on his chest. Breasts these huge were the kind that he would call "tits". He was getting aroused by looking at his own huge bust as he saw his rosy red nipples get erect and make prominent protrusions in his snug-fitting, lustrous and erotic bra. His breasts were huge, firm, perfectly shaped and amazing. He would've loved to seen such an amazing and huge pair of tits on another girl... another girl? He couldn't take this anymore! Greg got up in complete anger, but slowly down to the massive globes of flesh on his chest. His whole body now looked like they belonged to some fantasy girl. Except for his legs, arms and his thighs, which were still manly, his whole entire body was gorgeous and curvaceous as if they belonged to a super-model. His body was magnificent. His back was hurting due to the huge weight on his chest and it was forcing his torso to arch forward, making his very tremendous butt to stick out behind him. He was going to have a hard time running around and avoiding all of the clothes and cosmetics with his new heavy weight. The first thing Greg did was help Al, who was still on the floor. "You okay, bud?" Greg said. "Yeah..." Al said, but both of them were shocked by the voice that came from Al's voice. It was very soft, high and melodious with a sexual tone to it. "What the fuck is wrong with my voice?!" Al said, still not believing his voice, and felt awkward hearing his now very feminine and beautiful voice curse. Al now had the body, sounded and looked like a gorgeous woman. His face was still his own, but with the beautiful smooth long red hair that now belonged to him and his extremely voluptuous body, his face was androgynous, so it blended in. "It's that damn choker!" Greg said, trying to tear the choker off. This time, he actually succeeded. "Yes!" Al said, but his voice was still the same. "Dammit! Once these clothes change us, even if we take them off, it'll still be the same!" Greg ducked as a beautiful platinum blonde wig sped past his head, nearly hitting him. Greg could only imagine what the others were going through, sealed in their own rooms. Greg ripped off the stockings that were tying Al's arms together. Al, then, quickly examined his arms. Instead of their old slightly muscular self, they were now slender and hairless and weak. His hands were small and delicate with long red oval nails on them. "I don't think we're gonna make it outta here." Al said. "I mean... there's no damn place to run. The doors have all disappeared...and we can't run from these clothes forever." "I don't give a shit!" Greg said. "I'm not letting some bitches turn me into some big breasted chick!" Greg suddenly turned his attention to something. It was a door. "Look!!" Greg yelled. "It's a door!!!!" Greg and Al both ran to the door ducking under the hurricane of lingerie and makeup and headed to the door. "But this door isn't the exit! The exit door was on that other wall!" "I don't give a damn! Wherever this door leads to, I'm going, dammit!!" Greg said, trying to open the door. It would open, but not enough for them to enter. It was as if somebody was pulling the door back on the other side. "Dammit, Al! Help me!" Al joined Greg in pulling the doorknob, trying to pull the door completely open. Al wasn't that much use with his new womanly arms, but he tried his best. A few seconds later, the door finally popped open... but they only discovered that it was a closet... a huge walk-in closet with the light inside already on. Inside were all sorts of provocative and revealing clothing. Immediately, two pairs of sweatpants hit Greg and Al, one wrapping itself around their eyes, and one wrapping itself around their legs and like a magic carpet, a pair of light blue jeans came flying toward the ankles of Greg. Also a black leather mini- skirt came flying toward the ankles of Al, causing them both to get swept off of their feet and fall forward. "Nooooo!!! DAMMIT, NO!!" Greg yelled in frustration. He felt nylon arm gloves slide up his arms, encasing his whole entire arms enveloping them in a pleasant tingle. He could feel the medium sized muscles in his arms fade away and his hands get smaller and more delicate as his nails grew very long. Nevertheless, he tried to rip the sweatpants off of his face. The light blue jeans, which were intended for Greg, waited patiently behind him, like a tiger stalking its prey, for a chance to attack. "No!! Please, no!!" Greg was about to say more until a choker wrapped itself around his neck and he felt the same sensation Al felt: immense itching, tingling, and pain in his larynx. He felt a wig snap itself on his scalp, causing his hair follicles to get destroyed as the wig firmly attached itself to his head, being accompanied by a burning and tingling sensation. His brain also felt as if it was being invaded by a massive migraine. It was in total pain. He felt his new long and gorgeous platinum blonde hair rest itself gently and tickle his shoulder blades and his mid-back. The jeans knew it was their chance to attack so they swept forward again like a carpet, right side up and waist first. The sweatpants tying Greg's ankles together flew away, but before Greg could react, he was surprised and stunned once again by the feeling of an extremely tight pair of pants sliding up very quickly up his legs, and automatically zipping up. Greg could tell by the feeling of the material on his legs that it was a pair of jeans. By as soon as the jeans came on, a weird sensation spread throughout his legs. The jeans were somewhat loose around his thighs, but that problem was going away by the seconds as he could feel his thighs grew more fleshly... and his legs change... feeling like they were becoming longer. The tingling was flaring all around his thighs, his shins down to his calves. His leg muscles were fading away. When the feeling stopped 6 seconds later, the jeans were now extremely tight all over: up to his very huge ass, to his fleshly thighs, down to his calves. Greg had finally managed to rip the sweatpants off from around his head and he could see again. Other than a few strands of platinum blonde hair in his face, he could see just fine... that is... until a pair of green contact lens hit Greg right in his iris. Greg was forced to close his eyes and he covered his face in pain as he felt the green contact lens burn themselves into his former brown irises. The pain was excruciating. Greg then felt a pair of shoes slip on his feet... then suddenly... the shoes bent down making his foot arch acutely, causing Greg to scream in a high-pitched glass shattering voice which didn't belong to him. His tendons were hurting. The pain was acute. Greg even felt a tingling in his feet while this was happening. He could feel his feet shrink and become delicate. The pain in his tendons then spread up his legs from top to bottom. A few seconds later, his was still wearing the shoes and his feet were still in that painful angle, but this time it was completely comfortable. The pain in Greg's eyes finally went away and he opened them. His eyesight wasn't damaged. He could see as well as he could before. Suddenly the arm gloves on Greg's now feminine arms flew off. Greg finally stood back up, but everything was different. He looked down at his feet and discovered that he was wearing a pair of 6" pink high heel pumps, which acutely arched his feet, but it felt completely comfortable. His feet were now tiny and had cute red toenails on them to match his nails. He was also now wearing a pair of skin-tight light blue jeans with pink back pockets and a thin vinyl golden belt on it. Even with the high heels on, everything still seemed the same as it was at his original height... he would've been 6'6 with the high heels but now he was only 6 feet with them on which was his old height, but he was only 6 feet with the heels on including the heels. So his new height was 5'6. Now his whole entire body was female and just amazing as if it was only designed for sex. Greg ripped off the choker from his neck. "Oh my God..." Greg whispered, but was surprised at the sound of his voice. It sounded very high and very soft, breathy and extremely sexual, practically dripping sex appeal. Al's theory was right. Even if you took the clothes off after they change you, the change it did to you will stay. Greg looked toward the dresser to see what he now looked like. His face was androgynous and average but the rest of him was gorgeous. What he saw before him was a beautiful huge breasted blonde only wearing a pink bra which greatly elevated and showed off her huge bosom and a pair of skin-tight light blue jeans which showed off the wideness and roundness of her hips, the lovely and sexy shape of her legs, and the abundant hugeness and roundness of her extremely lavish posterior. The jeans even hugged Greg's now flat and feminine crotch, showing no signs of a manhood and testicles underneath. The erotic high heels she was wearing made her arch her huge butt out behind her, giving any onlooker a perfect view at it. Her eyes were now green and very inviting and sexual. She had beautiful platinum blonde hair that hung down all the way to her middle back. She was a total knockout. Desperate to take his attention off of the extremely sexual babe he now was, he tore his eyes off of his reflection and looked down at Al. He was now wearing the black leather mini-skirt that swept him off of his feet and the black satin 38D bra was fastened on him and his breasts were rapidly filling the cups up. Black leather knee high boots with 5" spike heels were being put on his feet. A black satin blouse was being put on him and the buttons were fastening by themselves. Greg was about to go help Al, until he sensed a presence behind him. He did a pirouette on his very tall high heels and saw a bunch of cosmetics floating behind him, forming an evil face: a tube of blood red lipstick was the nose, two powder balls were the eyes, two blush brushes as the ears, two hair brushes were forming frowning eyebrows, and two eye shadows and two tubes of mascara were forming lips, making an evil smile. Greg ran, or at least he tried to. The huge globes of flesh bouncing and jiggling wildly on his chest and the high heels that he was forced to wear slowed him down, only allowing him to run in mincing steps. What he found weird was he was walking in the heels with absolute ease as if he had been doing so all his life. And he wasn't use to walking around with his huge tits being pushed in front of him and his very tremendous butt being arched out behind him, but that heels forced him to walk like that. And he hated how he had to bend his arms in order to walk since the extreme wideness of his hips always brushed his arms whenever they swiveled. He was walking so girlishly, yet so sexy and sensual. Due to his new slowness, the cosmetics caught up to Greg effortlessly. Stockings wrapped themselves around Greg's arms and tied them together behind his back, which was an awkward position because it made his huge breasts stand out even more. Greg still didn't give up and tried running some more, but a rope had wrapped itself around Greg's legs and he tripped, falling on a bed. He rolled up face forward, only to find that horrifying face of cosmetics grin down at him. The stockings around Greg's arms came off but before he could react, a pink cotton baby tee came out of nowhere and pulled itself onto Greg, his arms automatically going through the short sleeves. The T-shirt said something on it, but Greg didn't have enough reaction time to look at it. His midriff was exposed, though, leaving his impossibly tiny waist and his cute and sexy belly button naked. Then the stockings tied themselves around Greg's arms again and the cosmetics went to work. "Noooo!" Greg shrieked in his new bimbo feminine voice, but he was shushed as the lipstick went to work. It went to Greg's lips and made circles, applying from his bottom lip to his upper lip, like all women do. After the first revolution, Greg could definitely feel his lips tingling as they grew. With each revolution they grew fuller and plumper and more sensual. Then the eye shadow came in as the two worked on each of Greg's eyelids. Greg was forced to close his eyes as the eye shadow was applied. Then the hairbrushes came in as they flew to Greg's hair and kept on brushing it thoroughly. Then the power balls came in and patted his face all around, from his nose, to his forehead, to the sides of his hair. He could feel his nose shrinking due to the power and he could feel his skull change somewhat, but he couldn't detect how. He felt like coughing due to the large amount of powder around him, but he couldn't. His face was frozen stiff. Then the blush came in as each brush worked on a different cheek. With each stoke of the brush, Greg could feel his cheeks rise and get fuller and fuller and fuller. Then the mascara came in and stroked his eyelashes. Greg could feel his eyelashes get longer and longer each time. It was like he was being ganged-on by a mob of beauticians, every piece of makeup working on another area without getting in the way of each other, only except this was all magic. Greg's lips were starting to feel very plump and his cheeks started to feel full and high. This kept on until 15 more seconds until it finally stopped. Greg felt a strong feeling of vertigo and his migraine came back with a vengeance. Even though his eyes were still closed due to the eye shadow being applied, he could feel the room spinning out of control and the ceiling swimming and playing tricks on him. He then passed out for about three seconds before he finally woke up and opened his eyes... but then... All of the cosmetics went dead. They just fell flat on the floor lifelessly as if it were an airplane that had dead batteries. Greg quickly sat back up, girlishly flicking a strand of platinum blonde hair from out of his face and rubbing his head. "The hell??" Greg said in his extremely sexual voice. He couldn't get it to stop sound so sexual, even when he was serious. He had the feeling as if he was sitting on two huge pillows, but when he felt the bed underneath him, he decided it was just his butt. He looked around the room, discovering that all of the doors had returned. He then looked on the floor to she a gorgeous redhead dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, a black satin blouse, black leather knee high boots with 5" spike heels and black sheer pantyhose woke up, also. "Greg?" The redhead moaned, shocked at the melodious voice that came from that throat. "Shit! I thought it was a dream!!" Greg just looked all around the room, trying to figure out just why the clothes and the makeup had stopped flying all around. Clothes and makeup were tossed about all over the place as if someone had just... panty raided the place. Greg, being curious as to his final look, went in front of the mirror of the dresser. There, he saw the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. She was 21 years old and 5'6 (6 feet with those heels on). She had the most gorgeous platinum blonde hair he had ever seen, as it was incredibly smooth and luxurious. Her face was plastered with whorish makeup. Glossy blood red lipstick was applied to her very plump and huge lips that begged to be kissed or to have a delicious cock to suck on. Her cheeks were as full as small apples and she had a pair of provocative, piercing and very inviting green eyes being highlighted with silver sparkly eye shadow. Her whole entire face was oval shaped. That led down to a pair of huge breasts being elevated up by a push-up bra underneath and only being concealed by a skin-tight pink baby tee, leaving her incredibly sexy midriff exposed. She wore a pair of skin-tight light blue jeans with pink back pockets that greatly showed off the extreme wideness of her hips, the extraordinary and very immense size of her perfectly rounded butt cheeks, and the lovely shape and sexiness of her long legs. She wore a pair of sexy pink high heel pumps with a 6" heel. When Greg first laid eyes on the lingerie that he was wearing now, he wondered what sexual goddess would be able to fit in them. Now he was looking at her. Now he WAS her. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was the most sexy, voluptuous, lustful and slutty woman he had ever seen! Suddenly, security guard came in, both in their 30's. One of them lingered on Greg's amazing figure more than he should have. "Umm... Kimberly McKnockers, right?" One of them said. "Huh?" Greg said in his high and soft voice, confused. "You're Kimberly McKnockers, aren't you?" "No..." Greg replied, starting to feel uneasy about the quiet security guard staring at her huge breasts. "Yes you are..." He said. "Didn't one of your sorority girls call here reporting a breaking and entering?" "Breaking and entering? Sorority girls?" Greg said confused. "This isn't even our dorm! We... uh..." "I think you have the wrong room." Al said, getting up. Greg was shocked by the look of Al's face. It was heavily made up with light blue eye shadow and blood red lipstick, identical to Greg's. Al's eyes were now a piercing blue. He was also gorgeous. The quiet cop turned his attention to the gorgeous busty redhead. "Aileen Doordreen, right?" "What?" Al said, confused again. "You're Aileen Doordreen." "No, I'm not. This isn't even our dorm! We just broke in here... to get something we thought belonged to us." Al lied. "We're really from Dorm #63." "...Are you okay?" The security guard said, looking at Al as if he suffered memory loss. "This is Dorm #69." "Dorm #69???" Greg said. "I don't want to live in a damn dorm with THAT number." Greg thought to himself. "There's just five of us! There are really 12 girls living here but we... we're not the ones." Al forced himself to say, admitting he was now a girl. "This dorm is split into three with four girls living in each one." "Then why do I see only three beds here?" "Three beds?" Greg and Al said looking around the room. Instead of four, there were only three. "What the hell is going on here?!" Al demanded to know. Suddenly, three other gorgeous girls came bursting through the door that connected their dorms together. One of them was a gorgeous brunette dressed in blue pantyhose, a black velvet skirt that hung down to her knees and covered up her waist, 5" black leather high heels and a white silk blouse with a low-cut neckline made to show off her large D-cup breasts. She also had an amazing body like Al's. On her face was pink eye shadow and pink lipstick. The next was another gorgeous girl with light brown hair. She wore a black tank top dress that only hung down to her mid-thigh and black thigh high stockings with garter belts, with also a magnificent body with D-cup breasts. On her face was purple eye shadow. The last girl was another blonde. All she wore was pink glossy leather jeans, 4" pink high heels and D-cup breasts only being concealed within a pink tank top. On her face was golden lipstick and golden eye shadow. They were all gorgeous, but Greg was the most gorgeous out of all of them. The quiet security guard was in heaven ogling all the curvaceous and beautiful women. "You... you're Tiffany Thompson, right?" The security guard pointed to the brown haired girl. "I'm not Tiffany! My name is TIM!" He screamed in order to be heard. Anything to prove his masculinity. "Umm... no... you're Tiffany Thompson... you're the one who reported the breaking and entering." "NO! DAMMIT!" He screamed. "I'm TIM!! These aren't real!!" Tim grabbed his breasts, maliciously and fiercely. "Look... obviously you've suffered some sort of trauma from this horrible event. We promise we will get to the bottom of this." "No!" The brunette said. "It's the truth! We don't really live here! We're not really women!" "..." The security guard reached into his belt and took out a radio and spoke into it. "Get some paramedics up here... and some backup." "We're not crazy you bastard!!" The other blonde yelled. "It... it was THIS!" The blonde yelled gesturing at all the clothes, lingerie and makeup scattered about the room. "THEY did it!! Look!" The blonde crouched down and picked up a tube of blood red lipstick. "Move you son of a bitch!!" The blonde yelled, trying to get the inanimate object to move... but it wouldn't even budge. She crawled over to all of the lingerie and clothes, shaking them and grabbing them, trying to do anything to make them come back to life. "Calm down, Michelle." The security guard said. "Who the FUCK is Michelle?!" The blonde said. "My name is MIKE. I'm a GUY. These clothes turned us into women!" Even though he was silent, deep down inside the quiet security guard thought these women were nuts. "How can that be possible?" The security guard asked. "The sorority girls who lived here!! They are witches!! All 12 of them!! We were gonna break in to do a panty raid because they pissed us off! But when we did, suddenly all of out clothes disappeared... and all of the doors and windows vanished... th- the underwear... the clothes... the makeup... they all started flying at us and going on us and changing us!! I SWEAR!!" "...Let's say for a second... there were other sorority girls here... what were their names?" "I don't know all of them...but the ones I DO know are Cyndi, Krystal, Jean, and Wendy." "...We'll look into that later... but as far as I'm concerned, you are the other ones who have ever inhabited this dorm." Three paramedics and three more security guards then entered the room. "Look at this mess!" One of the security guards said. "Someone definitely broke in here." Suddenly, about 14 more gorgeous girls, much similar to Al and Mike entered the room. The weird thing was, none of Greg and his buddies had ever seen these girls before. "Kimberly!" A petite but beautiful auburn haired girl shrieked while hugging Greg. "I heard what happened. That so totally sucks!" "Wait!" Greg said, breaking the hug. "Who are you?" "Like, duh..." She said. "We're the girls from your new sorority group!" "But... I don't have a sorority group..." Greg said softly, on the verge of tears. "Are you, like, okay?" The girl said. "Did you hit your head? You've only had this sorority for like about three months..." "Well..." One of the security guard said, having finished his job of examining the dorm, plus the other connected one. "The other room is also messed up. Underwear, clothes, and makeup everywhere... Only one thing could've happened..." "What?" Greg asked. "A Panty Raid." "A what?!" Greg screamed. "I know... it's a terrible thing to do. It's a little practical joke some fraternity boys like to play on sororities or an individual girl... where they break into their dorm and take some of their lingerie, usually only panties, to use as trophies and objects of humiliation. My guess is that they must've taken a lot of panties. I'm sorry." "NO, you fuckers!!!" Mike yelled. "WE'RE the ones who were doing the panty raid!! WE weren't supposed to be the ones GETTING panty raided!!" "You five, like, seriously need some rest." The girl said. "You're zoning out of here. I mean... Michelle... you just came crying to me, like, 10 minutes ago saying how you came back from going out and your dorm, was like, totally trashed." "I never told you shit!!" Mike yelled. "What the fuck is going on here?!?!" "I'm sorry, ladies... I really am. We'll try to find out who exactly did this, and once we do, they will be expelled immediately." Greg broke down in tears. All five of them were screwed over. Not only were they turned into women by lingerie and women's clothing and cosmetics, but now everything thinks that they have already been girls and that the witches never existed. *** A day later, Greg had received the phone call. No women's rights sorority had ever existed before in the college, especially not one having been rumored to really be witches. A Cyndi, Krystal, Jean, and Wendy never existed in the college. Everyone thought that they had always been women. They were all screwed. Some of them even thought of killing themselves, but the dreaded sorority that they now owned stopped them. They knew they had to grow adjusted to living as women. Within a week, both of their dorms were fixed. The makeup and lingerie and clothes were all back in their place. Greg had then discovered just what kind of sorority he was running. He was running a sex sorority, a sorority full of sluts. They were all about freedom of sexuality, and they were very frank when it came to sexual relations. Greg, and everyone else, had also discovered what kind of reputation they had. According to everyone else, Kimberly was the biggest slut in the whole entire school, flirting with every man, being the most promiscuous one in the whole sorority. Greg could also tell that by looking in his closet... he only had revealing and provocative outfits. There was nothing modest or shielding in there and she couldn't buy anything from regular stores since her figure was too obscure and she was too dumb to get a job of any kind to get many to have clothes made for her. So she had to stick with what she had. And the other four also had reputations for being whores, but not as big as Kimberly's. Kimberly was like the Queen of the Sluts. She was the most popular and gorgeous girl in the whole entire college. Once a month, the sorority would have a huge orgy. All guys were welcome. Everyone's sexual orientation had turned bisexual since that day. Kimberly and the other four couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to guys, too, as well as women. But Kimberly's was the worst. Every once in awhile, sort of like hunger, she would have an irresistible craving for sperm. She didn't know why... she just did. Plus, whenever she was in the presence of any man, she automatically became extremely horny and aroused, and always became in desperate need of sex. Sometimes it would get so intense, that she would literally try to rape somebody, anybody, regardless of who it was or their gender. She didn't care, as long as she got her sexual gratification. Hence, she didn't leave the dorm much. The makeup that was put on Kimberly that day was permanent. She scrubbed and washed for hours but it just wouldn't go away. She found out that she could cover the original makeup up with other shades, but the original one would always remain. Everyone else's makeup could be washed off, though. Plus, her nails were indestructible, as was her hair. Her hair never grew. She tried cutting it with scissors about 20 times but it wouldn't even get a split end. It was like the hairbrush made her hair permanently smooth and beautiful. No matter what, it never looked bad. She also tried dying it to get rid of her ditzy bimbo blonde look, but it wouldn't work. Her hair was incapable of being dyed. And her nails... they would never chip, the color would never fade or anything and they never grew. They were also indestructible. And when those high heels had arched Kimberly's feet so acutely and it felt completely comfortable, when she took off her high heels, she found out her tendons shrank. She now needed to wear high heels that were at least 6" tall in order to walk. Only lower would cause severe pain throughout his legs. Plus, Kimberly also discovered she had gotten really dumb. She found it hard to concentrate for a long time and pay attention in class, or anywhere else. She had no talent whatsoever. They were all zapped away. Her vocabulary was greatly decreased. Her memory was greatly decreased. She could never get that sexual and bubbly tone out of her voice. Her IQ fell down to 86. She constantly failed in every class and could only get at least get a small passing grade by doing a certain "favor" for the teachers. Her newfound ditziness explained the intense migraine she got on that day. The other four girls constantly had to help Kimberly with homework and assignments and projects. Sometimes they even engaged in sexual acts while doing it, but it certainly wasn't because they still liked girls. They had become lesbians? And mostly because their sex drive had a tendency to skyrocket from time to time, which was different for Kimberly since her sex drive was always skyrocketed. Kimberly was always the center of any three or foursome they had. Even when it was just guys, or even guys and girls mixed up. After searching the entire dorm, Kimberly found out she had some dildos, metal vibrators, nipple clamps, and even butt plugs. Kimberly nearly regurgitated at the thought that she had been keeping such sexual toys and didn't even know it. They would use some of them during their sexual adventures. Kimberly would even shove a metal vibrator in her vagina and keep it in place their with panties or thong panties or put a butt plug in her anus were during the day so in case her craving for sex came back again, it would be satisfied easily without acting like a wanton slut. Kimberly woke up one morning to find out that she "magically" had a growth spurt over night and her breasts had grown to a 48E. And the weird thing was... All of her bras had "magically" grown to fit Kimberly's new size. As for the Panty Raid, she knew one of the male fraternities was responsible for it, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly which one. But she knew one of them did it. She was almost like a celebrity among the guys but most women avoided her because they found her disgusting. She didn't even consider going back to her parents for help or for whatever reason, and neither did the other four... they were too scared of how they would react. The witches wrapped reality to make everybody believe that there never was a witch sorority and that Greg and the others had always been girls... which would mean their home and their family life would dramatically change, too, and they were too scared to face changes of such caliber. Kimberly didn't like this life one bit, but she figured she could live this way. But she hated the embarrassment she and the other four always received... One, she hated the embarrassment of such a ridiculous last night she had. "McKnockers... that sounds like the name of a porn star." Kimberly thought, staring down at her very huge breasts which were definitely a pair of enormous knockers... and she definitely looked like a super porn star... but not only was that embarrassing... Somebody had mysteriously put Kimberly's and the other four's panties on the bulletin board. THE END