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Sorority Tutor, part 3, by Linda_C
School took on a different tone for Jake. He still got teased, but a lot
less than expected. Most guys wouldn't talk to him, mainly they just
looked uncomfortable and didn't understand what was happening, or want
to understand. Some of his friends, who usually turned and looked at him
with a double take, didn't tease him. But they didn't hang around him as
much anymore. Sure, a couple did, and even accepted his changes, but
Jake could tell it wasn't easy for them. Oddly, it seemed that girls
were either the most accepting or the ones who teased the most. So he
found himself hanging around mostly with women who accepted the change.
Sarah, one of his friends, had classes with him. She didn't tease, but
she did try to understand what was going on. He told Sarah about the
sorority he was tutoring, but he was now embarrassed about how mean he
was to them, so he never mentioned that. That meant he couldn't tell her
about the choices he made. So instead he told her that he lost a bet.
"That must have been some bet, Jake! Just one?"
"No, more than one. I keep trying to win, but I keep losing and the
consequences get deeper."
"Why don't you stop?"
Jake tried to laugh it off. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win one day."
Sarah shrugged and smiled. "Well, at the rate you are going, there won't
be any boy left in you! Want me to talk to them?" She wasn't into
sororities, and while she found what was happening to Jake amusing, she
did want to help him.
Jake shook his head no quickly, feeling his hair oddly bounce against
his face. "No, please, I'm okay, I can take care of this."
Sarah was thoughtful for a moment. "You really have been much nicer and
more fun to be around, Jake. I would really like to help you," she said,
and placed a hand on his arm.
Jake was stunned. Did Sarah like him?? "That is really nice of you, but
honestly, I'll handle this." He then took a risk. "Say, would you like
to go see a movie with me sometime?"
Sarah bit her lip. "You mean, on a date?"
Jake swallowed. Did he read her wrong? "Y..yes, on a date." He hadn't
been out with a girl since this horrid tutoring had turned on him. It
would be nice to be with a woman on a real date. "It would be fun!"
Sarah thought for a moment, torn, then asked, "Will you wear a normal
guy's shirt and not carry that tote bag around?"
Jake shook his head. "I...can't do that. I'm sorry. Is that a problem?"
Sarah pulled her hand back but smiled gently at him. "I'm sorry Jake. I
really do like you, but I like dating men, not women. How long do you
have to be like this?"
He shrugged. "I really don't know. It depends on...the bets I make." He
lowered his head, hating this, but he couldn't blame her.
"Well, we'll have to wait then. When you can be a boy again, if I'm not
seeing anyone, I'll happily date you. Okay?"
"Sure, thank you." He felt awful, and lowered his head. What kind of
girl would ever date him like this? He felt like he was almost going to
cry.
"But Jake, we can still go see that movie! Just not on a date. More
like, well, girlfriends." She held Jake's hands. "I still like you, as a
person, as a friend, and just because I won't date you, doesn't mean we
can't hang out together."
Jake stammered. "But like girlfriends?"
Sarah shrugged. "You are becoming more like a girl every week it seems,
so yes. Look, I'll accept anything you do, and I while I don't
understand why you are making these bets, I can handle it. But I won't
date you as your girlfriend. I'll be friends with you, as girlfriends."
She stood up and hugged him. "I have to run to class. Movie tomorrow
then?"
He hugged back and agreed. As she walked away, he realized that she
wasn't pushing him at all, she was totally accepting. And in a way, that
was just as bad.
* * * * *
The next night he went out with Sarah, just as friends. He didn't tell
her he was wearing bright pink polish on his toenails. While he was sure
she'd be okay with (and want to see!), he didn't want anyone knowing.
The night before he was given three choices: make-up, toenail polish, or
yoga. He definitely wasn't going to wear makeup.
He might have chosen yoga, and wouldn't have minded the workout five
mornings each week in the coed class, except that he would have had to
dress in female yoga outfits, consisting of a variety of camisoles,
capri style pants, yoga skirts, sports bras, leggings, and hair bands,
all in bright pastel colors. And, of course, he'd have a pink yoga mat.
Many of the sisters took yoga, and hoped he'd join them. There were few
men in the class, and the girls teased him that he wouldn't be the only
guy! Like that was a help, thought Jake.
So he chose toenail polish. As part of this task he would have to wear a
different color every day, and they would check, but he didn't have
expose his feet except at the Sorority house. So unlike his hair style,
it didn't add anything that others would see. But it still meant that
every morning or night he'd do the very girlish act of removing his nail
polish and putting new coats on. If he didn't do a good job, he'd be
practicing on some of the sisters, and during the next three weeks he
had plenty of practice. After a while, though, he did it as well as any
girl in the sorority. While doing Bonni's nails that afternoon, she had
some fun by telling him that his feet would look so pretty when he wears
open toe pumps on them. He was about to say that he would never do that,
but by the look on her face he realized that wearing heels was probably
one of his future tasks. She then talked to him about all the types of
shoes he could wear in the future while gritted his teeth and did her
nails, then redid his own in the same bright pink color.
That night, though, he did have fun with Sarah. It was odd and a little
awkward. They met at the theater and saw a comedy. When she saw him she
complimented him on his top and barrettes. He thanked her but asked,
"You don't need to mention what I'm wearing, you know."
Sarah smiled. "I know, but that is what girls do, and since we are
friends, it would be rude for me not to compliment you on your outfit. I
actually do think they are cute, although the top really doesn't go with
your Dockers. The silver chain belt with the dangling heart is sweet,
but again, you aren't wearing the right pants." He only had a few pair
of guy's pants left, and hoped the sorority sisters didn't see him
wearing them. He had very small studs in his ears. She shrugged when he
didn't reply, paid for herself, and he paid for his own ticket. Inside
the theater he tried to hold her hand once, but she told him in no
uncertain terms that she would not hold his hand or be physical in any
way beyond friendly hugs. He apologized, and she graciously accepted it.
While having coffee later he was really glad she didn't mind being seen
with him, and didn't care about the looks he got. He was so grateful and
hoped they could continue to do things together. She wanted to meet for
lunch later next week, and said he could call her anytime, and he said
she could do the same. When they hugged goodbye, he realized he wanted
to kiss her, but her body language reminded him that it would never
happen.
Not until he was a man again.
* * * * *
The latest choices drawn by the sorority sisters were the worst yet. He
could pick heels, which means no more boy shoes for him, or even flats.
He'd always have to wear strappy sandals, pumps, and the like, except
when exercising, and then he'd have very feminine sneakers. He could ask
permission to wear flats, but that would be granted rarely. Many of the
girls hoped he'd pick this one, and promised to help teach him how to
walk like a proper young lady!
His second choice seemed just as bad to him: bras. All the girls
cheered! Maria told him. "You will love it, Jake! You get to have the
right bra for whatever outfit you are wearing. We'll take you to
Victoria's Secret and get you measured and fitted properly!" The girls
chatted a bit, then decreed that he would have to have at least wear
padded and pushup bras, and they also would insist that he had at least
a B sized chest through stuffing his bras or from breast forms.
"We want to make sure everyone knows you have a girl's chest that is
supported by a bra, Jake," Stacy cooed. "Oh, and you'll have to learn
all about what types of bras are out there, and wear many different
styles!" The girls said he'd need at least a dozen.
Jake really didn't know which was worse: heels or bras. Both were
horrid!! "A dozen? How many bras does a girl...person, I mean...ugh...a
girl need?"
They laughed and called out numbers, but all the girls had at least
eight bras, some many more. They agreed he would need at least a dozen,
although not right away. He hated that he was actually talking about
this stuff, and more that they expected him to go lingerie shopping.
The third choice was home-ec classes. Amelia, one of the pledges,
explained. "The university has many types of classes that would be
considered home economics: cooking, finance, interior design, and the
like. They are modern type classes for both men and women." Jake didn't
think that sounded so bad, and said so.
Amelia smirked. "Oh, Jake, that would be too easy. We won't let you take
those. We want you take, how can I put it, oh, yeah, more stereotypical
feminine pursuits. So you'd be taking courses at night for things like
sewing and knitting. Maybe cleaning and the like. But first sewing. We
will have you mend all our stuff, and also start making women's clothing
for yourself. I doubt they'll be any men in your class, and you have to
insist on making girl's items. In a year, you'll be an accomplished
seamstress!"
He knew this was going to last a while, but this was the first time they
brought up lasting for a year. The countdown began as he thought about
what to do. All were bad, but at least with the home-ec classes he could
put some of the stuff off. So he chose home-economics.
One of the sisters, Cynthia, came forward and volunteered to take charge
of this task. "Jake, I love to sew and knit, and also crotchet. I've
been doing those hobbies ever since I was a little girl, and I love it.
I think you will love it too, eventually, but I want you to take it
seriously. I'll help you when you have trouble in your classes, but I
also want you thinking about these crafts a lot. So I'm going to
personally teach you how to knit, and I never want you going anywhere
without your knitting. I'll also pick your classes. We are going to have
such fun together! Wait until you wear your first scarf that you've made
for yourself, you are going to feel great about yourself!"
Cynthia also let the other girls know that Jake would be knitting and
sewing for them too. Jake agreed when he was told that if he made stuff
for the sorority, then he would only have to knit and wear one out of
every four items for himself. Sewing would be different, but he could
work that out with Cynthia.
That night, in front of all the girls, he learned the garter knit
stitch, and had signed up for sewing 101 at the local fabric store.
He just couldn't believe how far they were pushing him. And how much he
was just accepting it.
* * * * *
Days later he waved to Sarah from where he was sitting at a coffee shop.
His bracelets jangled so he stopped as soon as she saw him. She smiled
and came over. He handed her some tea, as they took turns treating each
other. She looked him over. "Jake, are you knitting??"
Jake nodded and stopped, it took a lot of concentration for him to knit.
"Yeah, my latest...I lost again." He almost flubbed it. "So now I have
to learn how to knit and sew."
She tilted her head at him. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was," he answered honestly.
"Jake, do you know how long that will take, and all the effort? Do you
just have to knit a scarf and sew a blanket, or is it more?"
"Well, I...have to keep learning until I win enough bets. So, um, look,
can we talk about something else?"
Sarah shook her head. "No, we can't. Look, Jake, we are girlfriends,
right?"
He cringed when he saw other people staring and listening, but nodded.
"Yes, of course, and I'm grateful."
"Right. That means we share things. If you are going to go through this
... transformation, then as your friend I'm going to respect that and
support you. But that means we talk about it. Okay?"
So they talked about knitting a bit, and his new sewing classes. He
admitted that he'd have to wear some of the stuff, but Sarah was pleased
when he offered to knit her a scarf if she'd like. "Are you kidding? I'd
love it if a guy knitted me a scarf!" At least she referred to him as a
guy this time, Jake thought.
As he sipped his coffee, he relaxed a bit, and opened up a little to
her. As she thought, he was feeling overwhelmed. He didn't play online
games anymore, or any games for that matter - he just had very little
free time, and now he'd have less. He thanked Sarah again for spending
time with him, and she said she enjoyed his company. "Honestly, I feel
really safe and comfortable around you. Sometimes with another
girlfriend it feels like a competition, and sometimes with another guy
there is fear that the flirting goes too far. With you, I don't have any
of those problems." As Jake fidgeted she added. "I should really make a
bet with you sometime, seeing how bad you are at winning!"
They laughed, and Jake resolved to never make any bets with her, no
matter what. He liked having her as a friend, and didn't need the added
complication. Besides, if he lost, there would be issues with the
Sorority, and if he won and the Sorority found out, he would, well, he
was sure they wouldn't be happy.
"So Jake, what are you doing for the Christmas holiday break?"
"I...am probably staying here. With my hair like this I'd rather not go
home, and my parents won't be too upset. I'll tell them I'm studying.
Hey, maybe I'll have time to actually goof off!" He hoped he would. "How
about you, will you be around?" Please be around...
"No, I definitely have family time. I, well, thought about inviting you
home, but I think my family would be uncomfortable, and so would you I
think. Will you be okay? Are any of your sorority friends going to be
around?"
"I don't know..." He tried to knit a bit more as they chatted. If he
didn't get ten rows done by that evening, Cynthia promised to make him a
full skirted sewing smock to wear for class...
* * * * *
The sorority sisters let him have a bit of time off between his next set
of choices. During that time he had his first sewing class and learned
all about how a sewing machine works, and some fabric and thread basics.
He even make a pillowcase. The instructor was surprised that he chose
such a feminine pattern for it, but now in his dorm room he had a nice
pink and green stripped pillowcase. Cynthia was so glad he chose
sorority colors that she forgave him when he was a bit slow with some of
his knitting. Jake really was trying, and while Cynthia pushed him, she
wasn't mean about teaching the way Jake was, or at least, how he used to
be. Cynthia reminded him of that quite a bit whenever she was firm in
her tasks and schedule.
After a pretty good tutoring session, Jake had to admit that his being
nicer to them got a better response. He found he could be strict and not
mean, just like Cynthia treated him, and the pledges and sisters
responded well. Some didn't, and the sorority officers listened to his
advice. They were pleased that Jake felt he could talk to them in a
reasonable manner. Unfortunately for Jake, that just convinced them more
that they were doing the right thing, and him learning how things worked
from a woman's point of was still best for him.
Besides, the sorority felt it was just too much fun! They adored seeing
him knitting all the time. His first real project was a simple knitted
scarf using large needles. It was pink with green fringe, and as the
weather was getting cooler, the girls insisted he wear it all the time.
He was both happy and ashamed that Sarah liked his scarf also, and felt
odd that she wanted to borrow it occasionally. He knew he couldn't be
without it, and promised to make her something in the future to make up
for it.
But that was yesterday, and today he was knitting his third scarf (the
second went to one of the pledges as an apology for earlier rudeness to
her). He was at the sorority house. The sisters were sitting nearby,
reading magazines - some of which he had also read and so he could chat
about that with them - and talking about the upcoming holiday. He got
hopeful when he found out that many of them were going to be away, but
realized that at least five would be around over break, and were eager
to make sure he didn't stray from his path. Cynthia wouldn't be around,
but she wasn't the only one who knew how to sew and knit, so that
wouldn't stop either.
And tonight was yet another night where he'd be given three choices. It
had been over ten days since he'd last had to choose, so there was a lot
of excitement and anticipation. He put down his knitting, carefully
making sure he knew which stitch he was on, when Jill and Stacy came in.
He was careful because hated when he had to rip out rows because of
mistakes. "Ready girls?" Jill asked, making it obvious that he was
included. And why not, in his girl jeans, sorority sweatshirt, and his
adorable bracelets and hair bow. He could almost forget how his hair
looked, but today he had to wear it with two hair bows on each side.
They loved doing silly things like that, pushing him to ask for a more
mature hairstyle, and relenting only when he made good suggestions from
what he learned in his magazines.
The first choice picked was perfume. Jake would have to have a pretty
scent on him all time. He didn't have to go overboard, but anyone near
him would know that he had a cute feminine scent on him. One of the
pledges added, "You'll have to try lots of different brands to find what
fits you best!"
Jake didn't like that choice at all.
The next choice was one all the girls wanted him to chose: posture.
Stacy walked over to him like a model, on foot in front of the other,
then sat next to him with her knees together. "See that, Jake? If you
pick posture, then you'll have to walk and sit just like a lady. That
means always sitting with your knees together or crossed over your knee,
as if you were wearing a skirt. You'll also have to pretend to smooth
out your skirt when you sit. And we'll train you in comportment, walking
like a proper young lady should. Actually, more like a pretty model!"
One of the girls started walking with a book on her head as others
cheered her on.
Another sister said, "Oh, we'll also have you pose like the models do in
your magazines and in clothing ads! This will be no end of fun!"
Jake quickly asked for the third choice.
Jill picked out the third choice. "Oh, wonderful! You have to start
carrying a purse! Not just the tote bag you have, but a purse that
matches your outfits, very girly feminine ones. That also means
replacing your male wallet, and basically using your purse all the time,
carrying it everywhere!"
The girls cheered and yelled out what each of them thought he should
choose while he sat down trying to think. He didn't like any of them!
Posture was out. It was bad enough to be dressed as he was, but once he
started to move and behave like a girl, he would never be able to talk
his way out of it. All of this just wasn't fair! He hated his girly hair
style, he hated all the jewelry, he hated it all! But a purse? He looked
around at the variety of purses the sisters carried, and cringed.
"Perfume," he said. The girls immediately brought out Vera Wang Princess
perfume and sprayed him with it. To him it smelled like apples and
flowers. They didn't use a lot, but they did show him how to put it on
his wrists and behind his ears.
Shelly told him, "It is my favorite fragrance, Jake! Wear it every day.
And just like with your toe nail polish, if we ever catch you without
it, then we'll choose what you have to do next or you can just be kicked
out of the university. All your choice!" She had changed so much, no
longer afraid of him at all.
She would not be pushed anymore.
* * * * *
Sarah noticed his perfume right away when they had lunch together the
next day. "Wow, you lost big time, huh?"
"You have no idea," he muttered. That was the truth, at least.
"You do smell really pretty, what is it?" She led him in a chat about
perfume for a bit. "I usually don't wear any, but it is lovely on you!
Mind if I borrow it sometime?"
Jake hated when she talked to him like a girlfriend. She wasn't cruel
about it, she just did it naturally more and more, and he felt that was
worse. "Sure..."
Sarah hugged him. "You are the best! I have a date on Saturday and I
think it will be perfect!"
It was like he was punched in the stomach. "You...you have a date?"
"Yes, on Saturday."
"With a guy?"
Sarah looked at him oddly. "Of course with a guy. I like guys!"
"But...."
Sarah got a serious look on her face. "But what, sweetie."
"Sarah, I just thought..."
"Tell me, sweetie, what are you thinking?" As she spoke, he realized she
hadn't called him by his name in a while.
He took a breath, and absently pushed some of his hair back from his eye
in an unconscious feminine fashion. "I was hoping, you know, that
eventually we would date."
She smiled at him. "I'd love to date you!"
He got very hopeful. "Really?"
"Of course sweetie! Just as soon as you stop with all the girly stuff."
Seeing the sad look on his face, she added. "Look, you really are nice,
but I like guys. Men. I do like gentle men and all that, but not girls,
not in that way. Will you just give up this stupid bet and be a regular
guy again? For me?"
At that moment, Jake almost gave up school and his perceived future. His
funds from his family. Everything. Just so he could date again, so he
could be looked at as a man again. She looked him in the eye and smiled,
hopeful, and he looked back at her. But he couldn't do it. If he could
have, he would have defied the sorority months ago. He lowered his head,
and felt like crying.
Sarah frowned, but scooted her chair to his and hugged him. "It is okay,
sweetie. I am glad you are honorable in keeping your word in a bet, but
you really need to stop it. And I can't wait around for that. You
understand, don't you?"
He nodded and quietly said yes while she held him.
"It is okay, sweetie. I accept you for who you are and what you do. And
you need to let me accept you this way. You are becoming such a dear
friend." He agreed and said she was a good friend too. She leaned back,
and she smiled at him and said. "So let's talk about my date! I need
your advice on what to wear!"
With all that he had been pushed to read and do, Jake was easily able to
talk about what a woman could wear on a date.
* * * * *
(End of part 3.)
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