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Sorority Sisters' Service Project - Eggs Over Uneasy
By Lenal
Wanda shouted for everyone to assemble in the foyer. The new girls came
down the stairs, and June made them stand in a line by height. Brody was
on one end, wearing a bikini that only partly covered her dark nipples.
Next to her was Zach, who wore a short skirt and a pink v-neck shirt
that allowed tufts of dirty blonde hair to peek out of the collar and
spill out of the short sleeves; her thick beard made her easily the most
masculine-looking of the bunch, despite her feminine curves and lengthy
hair. Carlos wore a tank top that showed off a hefty amount of cleavage,
and a pleated skirt down below. She and Zach kept staring at Marcus,
whose erect dick held up the hem of her gray skirt, pushing aside the
bright pink panties she wore underneath; on top, she wore a tight purple
t-shirt. On the end, just a few inches shorter than Marcus now, was
Devon, who still wore the Mu Gamma Kappa shirt, the tube top, the
leather skirt (which she lifted up to show Wanda her lacy red panties),
and a pair of magenta heels, making her the only one of the five to come
down in shoes, though she was very unsteady on them.
"Welcome to Mu Gamma Kappa, ladies," June said, putting a strong
emphasis on the last word. "We hope you're all feeling better this
morning than you did last night."
The new girls exchanged hesitant glances at one another. The differences
from the night before were obvious and dramatic.
"Last night was a taste of how bad your situations can be if you
misbehave," Samantha said. "If you follow the rules, you'll have more
days like today."
"Wait, days?" Carlos asked. "How long are you keeping us like this?"
"Most of that is up to you," June replied. "Obviously this is a
punishment--"
"Y'all been a bunch of douchebags," Wanda interjected. Some of the other
sisters nodded.
"--but the purpose of punishment is rehabilitation," June continued. "We
want to give you a second chance at being good men, and we all agree
that the best way you can earn that second chance is by proving you can
be good sisters."
"You're probationary members of Mu Gamma Kappa now," Tiffany said.
"That means you get to live here in the house, but you have to follow
the sorority's rules and regulations."
"Plus a few additional rules, since you're not yet full members," June
added. "We'll assess your progress at the end of each semester. If you
pass, you'll be free to go back to your old lives, if that's what you
still want."
"What happens if we don't pass?" Marcus asked.
The sisters exchanged a look with each other.
"Let's be optimistic," Katrina said. "We don't need to cross that road
unless we come to it, and I don't think we'll have to."
"Fixing you guys is our community service project," Wanda said. "We're
not going to let you fail."
"We've taken you on as our Little Sisters," Samantha said. "And that
means we're responsible for you. The first rule of the Mu Gamma Kappa
sisterhood is that you treat your sisters with empathy, love, and
respect."
"Bullfrog!" Brody spat.
"Excuse me?" Samantha replied.
"That's a crock of sheep, Your Majesty," Brody gestured to herself, then
down the line. "What part of this is loving or respectful?"
"The part where we didn't turn your asses into cockroaches," Tiffany
quipped.
"I think we need to get back on track," June said.
"No, let me respond." Samantha walked up and poked a finger into Brody's
breast, making her wince. "Do you know how many nights in the last year
one of us has come home or called the others crying because of what
shitty boyfriends you all were? How many times we've told each other
'you can do better'? We're doing this out of respect for ourselves, and
for every other woman who might have the misfortune of dating you
assholes. We're going to make sure that you don't get away with treating
them the way you've treated us."
"We respect the five of you enough to believe that you're not douchebags
all the way to the core, that you're actually capable of change,"
Tiffany added. "That's why we've brought you here."
"We could have left you like you were last night, to fuck and suck your
way across campus, but instead we're taking you in and trying to help
you," Wanda said.
"It's not going to be easy, and sometimes it's going to be humiliating,
sometimes it's going to hurt," Katrina said. "Hopefully, that means
you're learning something."
"Tough love is still a kind of love," Samantha said with finality. "But
as long as we're talking about respect, why'd you decide to come to
breakfast in a bikini, Brody?"
"You told me to get dressed, and you said I could choose my outfit, Your
Majesty," Brody replied, smiling. "I decided to wear the bikini because
I thought it might upset you." Her eyes went wide, and she covered her
mouth.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I give you a little freedom, and you
immediately use it to push my buttons. I don't think you have room to
talk about love or respect."
"But my closet is full of fluffy fetish costumes! I didn't want to dress
like a fuzzy sloth!"
"But, like, sloths are *super* cute!" Devon chirped.
"Wait, you're saying you didn't want to wear a degrading outfit just to
go to an event that you feel obligated to attend?" Samantha said slyly.
"I can't *imagine* what that must feel like. How many of those outfits
did you have me wear, again?"
"Seventeen," Brody said in spite of herself. She shut up after that.
"Uh-huh. Let's give you another month, on the house," she pointed at
Brody's belly. Brody grabbed the sides of her abdomen and winced.
"Sheep! Fluff! Ugh, what is that?!" she shouted. "Feels like I'm being
fuzzy stabbed!"
"Cramptown ladies sing this song," Wanda laughed.
Brody doubled over, then her eyes went wide and she put a hand over her
mouth.
"Don't puke here!" Samantha said. "Downstairs bathroom is that way."
Brody whimpered, then ran off in the direction Samantha was pointing.
Moments later everyone could hear her heaving into the toilet again.
"Oh, maybe *that's* why the bathroom smelled like barf," Devon said.
"I think we'll cover the house rules after breakfast," June sighed.
"Come on back to the dining room."
The nine remaining ladies filed into the dining room. The air was filled
with the sweet and spicy aromas emanating from the kitchen next door,
and the floorspace was dominated by a large circular wooden table, set
with ten places.
"New recruits, sit next to your Bigs," June said.
"Big sisters," Katrina explained. "Your, um, former girlfriends."
June nodded at her in thanks, while the Littles exchanged uncomfortable
looks with one another. Few of them had considered that their romantic
relationships might have been lost along with their Adam's apples.
Hesitantly, they all took their respective seats. Brody slumped in from
the bathroom, smelling faintly of mouthwash, and took the last open
chair.
"The dining table is a sacred place," June said in a practiced,
commanding voice. "To break bread with others requires trust and
openness. Only the truth may be spoken around this table." She touched
her hands to its surface, and a series of previously-invisible runes
glowed all around the edge, then faded into invisibility again.
"So, um, is the food cooked by, like, magic plates and stuff? Like in
'Beauty and the Beast'?" Devon asked.
The Big Sisters laughed a little more comfortably than the Littles at
that remark.
"No dancing cutlery, babe, but plenty of magic!" came a boisterous voice
from the kitchen. A tall, dark-skinned woman burst forth from the
swinging kitchen door, holding a huge platter of food. Her thick black-
and-purple braids were held back in a long ponytail, and she wore an
apron and jean shorts, but no other clothing.
"We've got buttermilk and dairy-free pancakes," said a smaller Asian
woman who popped out of the kitchen with another platter. Her black hair
was cut short, and she had several tattoos and piercings. She was
dressed the same as the previous young woman, but with a denim miniskirt
instead of shorts. "If you need gluten-free, I can whip that up pretty
quickly. Anyone?" She distributed syrup bottles and carafes of juice and
water around the table. "Okay, raise your hand if you want vegan.
Anyone?"
Devon looked at her quizzically. "Um, I already, like, have a vegan now?
So could I get, like, boy parts instead?"
The short woman looked at her, then looked to the Big Sisters. "Bimbo
spell?"
"Used to be intimidated by intelligent women," Wanda said, nodding.
Mai shrugged and looked back to Devon. "Well, you're positively adorable
now. Gaby, get the short girl a stack of buttermilk, please."
"You got it, Mai," Gaby said, setting a plate stacked with pancakes in
front of Devon.
"I'm going back to finish the eggs. Anyone have any requests?" Mai
asked.
The Bigs rattled off their egg preferences, and Mai looked to the new
members. "These rookies are super quiet. Are you sure they used to be
boys?"
"They're still in shock," Tiffany said.
"Well, we did fill them up with a few million eggs last night," June
said. "Biologically speaking."
The Bigs giggled, the Littles didn't, and Devon smiled blankly.
Gaby slapped Mai's butt playfully. "Come on, babe: breakfast before
introductions." They skipped back into the kitchen.
"Who are they?" Marcus asked.
"How do they know who we are?" Carlos added. "Or were? This is
confusing."
"Do aprons count as shirts?" Devon asked.
"Mmmff," Zach moaned softly.
Katrina slapped one of Zach's hands away from her groin. "No
masturbating at the table."
"We've told all the other sisters about you," June said. "This house
belongs to all the sisters in the sorority, even the ones who don't live
in it. They all need to be involved in the decision to allow new
residents."
"They don't all know the details," Tiffany added. "But they know who you
are and why you're here."
"A lot of 'em asked if we could do their boyfriends too," Wanda said.
The Littles shared some nervous glances.
"Oh, lighten up a little," Wanda laughed.
"Yeah, you're so much prettier when you smile," Samantha said icily.
"If we were going to transform every bad boyfriend on campus, it'd be an
all-girls college," Tiffany said.
"Now you're speakin' my language," Gaby said as she burst out of the
kitchen again, her platter steaming.
Mai followed close behind with another tray. "Gaby has your eggs, I've
got bacon and sausage, in regular and meatless varieties. Pass the
plates and dig in!"
Once the breakfast plates were distributed, Gaby and Mai stood back with
their arms around each other.
"Why don't we make some introductions?" June said to them.
"Ooh, I'll start," Mai said, clearing her throat. "I'm Mai, I'm a Leo,
I'm a Junior Fine Arts major with a theater minor, and I like cooking,
sculpting, and fucking."
"Don't be so dirty in front of the newbies," Gaby said, knocking Mai
playfully with her hip.
"Only truth around the table, Gaby," Mai said with a smile.
"Okay, I'm Gabrielle, but most people call me Gaby. I'm a senior, Music
major, Culinary Arts minor. Mai and I do the cooking for the house, and
we're training Kat to take over when I graduate."
Zach looked to Katrina. "I didn't know about that."
"Yeah," Katrina said. "Why would you? It's not like you ever asked."
"Like, you made these pancakes?" Devon asked, looking up at Gaby.
"Sure did, sweetheart."
"They are *sooo* good! I'm gonna get, like, super fat eating them!"
"This is Devon," Wanda said. "She's a lot cuter than she used to be."
"I don't doubt that," Gaby said. "Honey, the only way you'll get fat off
my food is if that's what you want. We put a flexible calorie spell on
everything we cook."
Mai held up three fingers like a Boy Scout. "It is our firm belief that
no woman should have to choose between eating good food and being
comfortable in her body."
"So eat up, cutie," Gaby said.
"She said I'm cute!" Devon told Wanda excitedly.
"Ugh," Brody gagged. She pushed her plate away. "What the fuzz is wrong
with me?"
"What do you mean?" Samantha asked.
"The eggs," Brody said. "They smell so strong, it's making me sick. I
don't know how the rest of you can handle it."
"I can get you something different..." Mai said, flashing a questioning
look to Samantha.
"Brody," Samantha said.
"Okay, Brody, we're not going to be offended if you don't like the
eggs."
"It's not that, I love eggs." Brody said. "I just don't understand."
"Pregnancy messes with your tastes," Samantha said, rubbing Brody's
shoulders.
"Oh yeah, totally," Gaby said. "Smell, too. When my mom was pregnant
with my little brother, she was like a bloodhound. In fact, her sense of
smell forced me out of the closet. After that, I made sure to wash my
face and hands with scented soap until she gave birth."
"I think I need to go," Brody said, choking.
"Can you be a little more polite?" Samantha asked.
Brody looked at her, annoyed. "May I please be excused, Your Majesty?"
"You may," Samantha said. "Thank you."
"Thanks for breakfast," Brody said to Mai and Gaby. "Sorry." She left
the room quickly.
"Your majesty?" Gaby raised an eyebrow. Samantha shrugged in response.
"Jeez, it's not exactly the itty bitty tittie committee around here,"
Mai said, walking around the table. "Especially this busty babe," she
gestured at Carlos, who was gazing absently into her glass of milk. "I
admit, I'm feeling a little inadequate." She squeezed her small breasts
for emphasis.
"You know I love you just the way you are," Gaby said.
"Wake up, Carlos," June said, snapping her fingers. "Gaby's trying to
introduce herself to you."
"I'll bet she's still thinking about last night," Tiffany said.
"Probably wants an encore, which I think we could arrange without much
trouble."
Carlos glanced at Marcus, then both looked away and blushed.
"They're all such hotties," Mai said. "Once you decide to let them out
to play, send them over to our place."
"Marcus here has been trying to get me into a three-way ever since I
came out as bi," Tiffany said. "And she's got a built-in strap-on."
There was a soft thump against the underside of the table where Marcus
sat, and she made a soft, pained noise.
"Ooh, got a best of both worlds thing going on, huh?" Gaby asked.
Tiffany put one arm around Marcus, drawing her close and putting her
other hand on her thigh. "Does that sound like something you'd enjoy,
baby? Three hot queer women going to town on your dick?"
"Yes," Marcus said meekly. "God yes, that sounds amazing." She blushed
brightly.
"Ha!" Gaby clapped. "I love these newbies!"
"Speaking of the best of both worlds," Mai walked behind Zach. "I just
want to make out with this girl right now. What's your name, hottie?"
"Z-Zach," she stammered.
"She likes 'em hairy," Gaby said with a wink, lifting her arm to reveal
a tuft of armpit hair.
"Can I touch your hair, Zach?" Mai asked.
"That might be the first time I've ever heard someone ask a white girl
that question," Tiffany said.
"Right?" Gaby agreed.
"Yes?" Zach said hesitantly. Mai ran her fingers through Zach's long
hair, occasionally sliding her hands down her sideburns to stroke her
beard. Zach gripped the table, her eyelids fluttering.
"I grew up in salons, and I just love working with hair. Yours is so
soft and thick and luxurious. You've got some split ends, but with a
little styling and the right conditioner, it could be incredible."
Down the table, Marcus went rigid. Her face was tight, and she
alternated short, sharp breaths with high-pitched squeals through her
gritted teeth. "Ooohh," she moaned musically toward the end, then
relaxed and drew in a deep, shaky breath.
Mai continued massaging Zach's scalp while watching Marcus's one-woman
show, so she didn't notice the way that Zach's breathing had become
heavier, the way that she squirmed in her seat and rubbed her thighs
together, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she held onto the
edge of the table.
"She must really like the pancakes too," Devon said, pointing at Marcus
with her fork.
Zach twitched in her seat, then suddenly twisted slightly, lifting one
leg into the air. "Oh shit!" she moaned loudly. Mai pulled her hands
away, but Zach quickly said "N-n-no, keep going!"
Mai smiled and returned her fingers into the mass of Zach's hair until
she had clearly finished coming. She leaned against the table, and a
drop of sweat dripped out of her beard.
"Not often that we get *two* girls to orgasm at breakfast," Gaby mused.
"Especially when neither is one of us," Mai added. "I think that's a new
record."
"I didn't know..." Zach panted. "I didn't know you could come without, you
know..." she gestured toward her crotch.
"Women's bodies are amazing, baby," Mai said, giving Zach a peck on the
cheek. "Come over sometime and I'll show you more."
"We've got to get things cleaned up," Gaby said, gesturing toward the
kitchen.
"Yeah, but after all this, I feel like getting dirty again before we
start on lunch," Mai said with a grin. "See you girls later!"
Mai and Gaby headed back into the kitchen, and with the ice broken, the
nine young women began eating in earnest.
"So, a threesome, huh?" Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow at Tiffany.
"Yeah, can you imagine?" Tiffany laughed. "How would I even approach
that? 'Hey, do you want to come over so my boyfriend can leave you
unsatisfied too?'"
The Bigs laughed heartily. Marcus turned redder and sank into her chair.
"I considered it, too!" Tiffany continued. "I figured, at least once
Marcus blows a load and passes out--as usual--I'd have someone there who
could find my clit without GPS."
There was another round of laughter, and Devon joined in this time.
"Letters," she giggled.
"Tell me about it," Katrina said. "For months, I hear 'I love going
down! I'm really good at it! I just don't want to do it if you're not
trimmed down there,' as if Zach's ever bothered to trim anything for
me." She looked at Zach. "I can't count how many times I've wiped *your*
drinks off *my* mouth because you can't keep your moustache short enough
that it doesn't soak up your IPA. Or pulled your pubes out of my teeth
because 'it's only good when you lick the balls, too.'"
"Oh god, you've heard that one too?" Wanda laughed. "'Work the balls,
Wanda, work the balls,' like it's football practice or something."
"Thankfully we don't have to worry about those anymore, do we?" Tiffany
said, patting Marcus's thigh.
"Anyway, I finally decide that some decent oral is worth the razor
burn," Katrina continued. "We get to bed, and scratchbeard here licks me
like a dog going at a water bowl for five minutes before popping up and
asking 'so how many times did you come?'"
"You're kidding," Samantha said.
"Of course I didn't come, and I spent the next week dealing with the
world's worst pubic zits." She tugged on Zach's beard. "And I swear this
smelled like pussy for days."
Zach tried hard to concentrate on her pancakes, refusing to make eye
contact with anything that wasn't drenched in syrup.
"At least Zach offered," June said. "Carlos loves receiving, never
giving."
Marcus snorted. "Coulda fooled me."
"What's that?" Carlos asked.
"I mean, you sure seemed to love giving *me* oral last night," Marcus
responded. "Or maybe you just loved receiving all that cum. I always
thought you might be into dudes."
"I don't know if you've looked lately, but you're not much of a dude,"
Carlos retorted.
"More than you, as usual." Marcus grabbed her dick for emphasis.
"Girls," Samantha cautioned.
"I seem to recall you enjoying it too." Carlos stood and pointed a fork
at her
"Obviously not as much as you did, cumslut," Marcus stood, bumping her
plate with her erect dick as she did so.
"You bitch!" Carlos reared back to throw the utensil.
"Ooh, she said a bad word," Devon said.
"Sit down!" June shouted. The two Littles complied immediately. "This is
not how sisters behave, and that kind of demeaning language has no place
in this house." She pointed at Carlos, and her breasts swelled. "This
toxic masculine bullshit is exactly why we transformed you."
"You've changed, and your relationships are going to have to change as a
result," Samantha said. "If you plan on being men again, then you're
going to have to live and work together, sometimes intimately, sometimes
uncomfortably."
"Y'all need to get over yourselves," Wanda said with some finality. "The
sooner you do that, the sooner you can get on with being better people."
"Don't forget why you're here," Katrina said.
"Right, don't pretend like your shit don't stink," Tiffany added. "You
brought this on yourselves, and if you keep posturing like you've done
every other time someone's questioned your manhood, you're never gonna
get it back."
"In other words, woman up," Samantha said.
"Now apologize," June said.
"I'm sorry!" Devon cried. Wanda rubbed her shoulders and tried to calm
her down.
Marcus and Carlos exchanged a glance.
"You two were friends before last night, right?" Katrina asked.
"Yes," Marcus and Carlos responded together.
"So you both had a moment of vulnerability last night, and you're going
to attack each other over it? That doesn't seem like something that
friends should do, does it?"
"I guess not," Marcus said.
"I'm sorry," Carlos said.
"Me too," Marcus replied.
"Sisters don't always get along," June said. "But when we apologize, we
seal it with a hug. Go on."
Marcus and Carlos shared an uncomfortable expression, then stood up and
walked toward one another. They embraced hesitantly, then tightly.
"Much better," June said. The two Littles sat back down.
"Don't think you're getting off scot free," Tiffany said to Marcus. "I
can't decide if making your dick bigger or smaller is the better
punishment, so instead..." she whispered in Marc's ear, and her eyes went
wide. She drew in a sharp breath and grabbed onto the table, moaning.
"Oh god yes!" she cried. "Oh fill me up, yes, god!" She covered her
mouth, but another shock ran through her, and she had to brace herself
again. "Yes, fuck me harder, I want it so bad! I need that hard dick in
me!"
"Not sure how an orgasm is punishment," Carlos grumbled, adjusting her
tits.
"I can imagine," Zach muttered, squirming in her seat.
"You haven't had one last for fifteen minutes straight," Tiffany
replied. "Yet."
"I'm going to check on Brody," Samantha said, standing from the table.
"You should finish eating quickly; there's still a lot to do today."
Breakfast was relatively uneventful after that point, with small talk
occasionally punctuated by Marcus's increasingly explicit cries of
anguished pleasure.
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