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Male Sorority Sister
by Throne
"Get your ass out here," an angry female voice demanded. "Right now."
"Like this?" answered a quavering male one.
"Hey, you didn't want to stay naked after we took your clothes. So, we
gave you something to cover up with. Now stop complaining and let us see
you."
From the storage room a figure emerged into the large den of the sorority
house. It was Clinton Sheffield, a rich freshman. He was usually
dressed in expensive clothes but had undergone a radical change of style.
The short slender student had nothing on but a pink crop top and sheer
panties of the palest red. The top had the word AVAILABLE across it in
tall bold letters. The panties were so thin that his genitals were
visible through them, not that there was much to see. He came forward
tentatively, blushing and fidgeting his hands around.
"Let's see a more girly walk," said Gina. She shook back her long dark
hair, which made her sizable bust wobble under her t-shirt, with no bra
to contain it.
"Really, this isn't necessary," the embarrassed young man insisted. "I
have plenty of money. We could work something out and..."
"Shut up," snarled Carmencita, a fierce Latina spitfire who had on a
blouse whose ends were knotted under her substantial boobs, and tiny
shorts that were stretched by her wide shapely ass.
"Okay," he said in defeat.
Clinton advanced into the room, taking delicate steps and putting each
foot in front of the other, heel-to-toe. Carmencita told him to hold his
hands out to the sides.
He did that but then another voice barked, "Keep those wrists limp... or
else." It was Eboni, a tall Black girl with generous curves that were
shown off by a snug pullover with a scoop neckline, and slacks that
appeared to have been painted on.
The helpless guy did as he was told. His captors made him mince around
the room several times before they let him stop in the middle. They
crowded around him.
Gina said, "You thought you were pretty smart, coming into our sorority
house with that story about dangerous wiring."
Carmencita added, "And your generous offer to inspect it."
"When what you were really doing," Eboni finished up, "was trying to
install tiny spy cameras."
"It was just for fun," he said unconvincingly. "Honest."
Gina told him, "Well, now it's our turn to have fun. That is, unless
you'd rather we went to campus security with what we know. And to the
police. For a cute guy like you, even spending one night in a holding
cell, with a bunch of big tough dudes, would not go well. So, you'll be
better off here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," she went on, "you stay here and get treated like a sorority
pledge, until we decide you've paid off your debt to us."
"It's not... I can't..." Anyone could see that there was plenty of
panicky thinking going on behind his eyes. Suddenly his shoulders
sagged. He knew when he was beaten. "All right. As long as you don't
keep me here for more than a little while."
"You don't get it, do you?" Carmencita said. "There's nothing for you to
bargain with, Clinton. We own you."
"And we can do anything we want to your sorry ass," insisted Eboni. "For
starters, we're going to change your name. That fancy brat one has to
go." She tilted back her head and looked down her nose at him. In an
affected, upper-crust tone she announced, "I am Clinton Moneybags
Sheffield." Switching back to her own voice she said, "Not any more.
While you're under our roof, your name is Clitty Chiffon. Or Miss
Clitty. Or Lady Chiffon. Or any other damn thing we feel like calling
you. Understand?"
"Umm..." He was visibly shivering after that barrage of words. "Yes."
"Make that, 'Yes, Ma'am'."
"Right." He swallowed with difficulty. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Hey, girl," said Carmencita with a sneer. "You got no right to ever act
like a man. Not with that mini-burrito in your panties. Pull them down
in front so we can get a better look at your pequeno pecker."
He cringed and wrapped his arms around himself. "Please..."
She stepped closer and smacked her fist into her palm, once, twice, three
times. That was all the convincing he needed. With a comically
exaggerated frown, he lowered the lightweight bit of lingerie as ordered.
His tiny penis, with only a minimum of pale pubic hair above it, was
exposed. At two inches while flaccid, it was nothing to brag about.
Quite the opposite. He stood there with the waistband of the panties
tucked under his inadequate equipment.
Gina ordered, "Let's see you swish around the room again, but with more
swish. And don't try to cover up your itty-bitty bits. Put one hand on
your hip, Chiffon. And the other behind your head. HA! We've got us a
living pin-up."
From a hook on the wall, Eboni took down a wooden paddle. Her dark eyes
focused on Clinton's rolling bottom. What an inviting target.
She cut across the floor, catty-corner, and grabbed him by the elbow.
"This can't wait, sissy. You need a paddling to make sure you don't
forget your place around here."
"That's not really necessary," he said fearfully.
"It is if I say it is. And that's what I say," the Black sex-bomb
lectured him. She led him to an overstuffed armchair. "Now put your
hands on the seat, palms down, and keep them there. I'm going to lower
your pretty panties in back, so I can beat that sweet ass. If you make
even the slightest effort to stop me, you're going to be damn sorry."
First, she tugged the filmy panties down over his rear. Eboni used her
foot to push his ankles apart, which kept the panties from slipping lower
than the tops of his thighs. As if to test whether or not he would try
to prevent her, she put her free hand on one of his bare butt cheeks and
squeezed. Then she rubbed. And finally, she reached down and in, to
fondle his undersized balls. He whimpered and twitched, but had the good
sense to remain still. He didn't even do more than flinch when she
lightly set the flat of the paddle across both ovals of his ass and
patted it against them. All of a sudden, without further warning, she
drew it back and swung hard. There was a loud splat, accompanied by his
shrill yell. He gripped the edge of the chair's cushion but held his
position. The grinning coed delivered stoke after stroke, until they
totaled a dozen. His buns had turned from white to bright pink. His
legs trembled. His breathing was ragged. She gave his scrotum some more
fondling. Against his will, he got an erection. Still with her hand
between his thighs, she tickled his dick.
"Now, you just stay right there, Chiffon," she advised.
Gina offered, "Not that I imagine you'd be going anywhere without your
clothes, wallet or the keys to that fancy off-campus apartment your big
allowance pays for."
"And," Carmencita contributed, "especially not if you want to avoid a
night in a cell full of punks and thugs."
"We're going to get ourselves glasses of wine," Gina informed him.
"Would you like anything? To calm your nerves?"
"Yes, please," he said respectfully. "I could use a drink."
"Ohhhh," Gina said with feigned disappointment. "You didn't address me
with the proper respect. Therefore, no wine for you. And from now on, I
want to hear you always speak in a high feminine voice. Can your pea-
brain handle a simple command like that?"
He took a breath. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied in a high whisper. "I'll try
my best to do that and to remember what you told me earlier... Ma'am."
"Congratulations." She spread the syllables out for effect. "You lasted
about a half hour before your resistance vanished like piss in a high
wind. I can see you're going to be a fun house pet for us, Chiffon."
"Just stay like that," Eboni said. "Bent over, with your booty sticking
out and looking so colorful. I want it to be the first thing we see when
we walk back into the room."
"And then," Carmencita declared, "we'll finish giving you a look that
fits a pansy named Chiffon."
After they were gone, he could hear them talking, though he couldn't make
out the words. There was laughter. He considered straightening up, if
only to let the muscles in his back relax for a moment, but it wasn't
worth the risk. Who knew what those hellions might do if he triggered
their tempers? He wished he had never come up with that hidden camera
idea, and the ruse of pretending he was checking the electrical system.
Clinton's bottom still stung. His calves felt the strain of that
unnatural posture. It was so shameful to have to be dressed that way.
He was left alone with his troubled thoughts for another ten minutes. He
wasn't in a hurry for them to reappear, but he also worried about what
they might be doing to prepare to alter his appearance further, as the
curvy Latina had said they would.
He got his answers when they returned and entered his field of vision,
wine glasses in hand. They were also each carrying something else. One
had a copious, zippered bag with a carrying strap, another held something
else for him to wear, and the third had a pair of shoes dangling from her
fingers. He shuddered at the prospect of a further transformation. The
females seated themselves comfortably around the room.
Gina said, "You can stand up now, Chiffon. And pull up your panties."
"Thank you, Ma'am," he told her gratefully.
"And then," she said firmly, "you can get down into a deep squat."
He groaned but did as he was told. The new pose put a strain on
different muscles. The coeds sipped their wine, in no rush to continue.
Why would they be, when it was so much fun to make him wait in that
awkward posture, dressed the way he was? Still, making him even more
girly was irresistible.
"All right, Clitty," said Gina. "Let's put you on that plain chair over
by the window, where the light is better." When he tried to rise, she
halted him with, "No, no, no. This is like Simon Says, and Simon didn't
say you could stand up straight. Instead, Simon says you can duckwalk
across the room and then stand by that chair."
He moved in a humiliating waddle, anxious not to tip over. His erection
went soft. When he got there, he stood cautiously, fearful of breaking
some other, perhaps also unstated, rule. Clinton got to the chair
without further incident and straightened his legs.
"That's a good princess, Chiffon," said Carmencita. "Now show us how you
undress, all the way."
He unhappily peeled the abbreviated top up and over his head, mussing his
abundant and unruly blond locks. Then he bent, to work the panties down
his legs, so he could step out of them. He neatly placed both items on
the chair. Carmencita walked around him, with an evaluating eye on his
physique.
She concluded, "It won't take much to make you look more like a girl.
You're already nice and soft. Plus, that bottom is just plump enough.
Mmmm. And your dingus is so small, it will be easy to hide. But first,
let's get rid of your body hair, what little there is of it."
From the unzipped bag came a tube of depilatory gel and a pair of latex
gloves. Gina covered her hands and put a generous dollop of the hair
remover on her fingers. She rubbed it into the middle of his chest. It
was unpleasantly cold. She had him raise each arm, so she could smear
more under them. Then she did his legs. Finally, she spread it onto his
crotch with slow sensual movements, also covering his genitals, and
making him hard again.
With mock alarm, Gina said, "Look out. That monster cock just went from
two inches to three, again. Move back, girls."
They made him stand there for fifteen minutes, while the chemical
concoction did its work. He had to endure the way it irritated his skin.
After the process was over, he was handed a package of premoistened wipes
and a waste basket was set alongside him. Clinton cleaned off every area
that had been covered. His body hair accumulated on the disposable
sheets, which then went into the trash. It was so strange to see his
skin turned smooth and pink. When it was all over, he was handed a short
belted robe. It was dark and silky. He was glad to be relatively
covered up, though the lower halves tended to separate, offering peeks of
his privates. There were black, shiny, elastic-top stockings. He sat,
to roll them up his hairless legs. After those were on, he had to step
into the shoes, glossy red ones with narrow two-inch heels. The girls
made him totter around the room in them. They assured him that he would
get plenty of practice, to become more confident while walking in the
unfamiliar footwear.
"Time for make-up," Gina announced. "Have a seat, Chiffon."
Swept along by the circumstances, he sat primly. Moving in a femme
manner was already becoming second nature for him. They went to work on
his face with mascara, eye shadow, rouge, liner around his mouth, and
bright red lipstick. Not until they were done, was he permitted to see
his reflection in a large hand-mirror which Carmencita held out. Clinton
gasped. He barely recognized himself. They fussed with his hair, making
it fuller, and then sprayed it with some product to keep it that way.
"Perfect timing," noted Eboni. "The rest of the sisters will be
returning from their bus excursion to the city. I know you can't wait to
show yourself off to them, Chiffon."
"What?" he squeaked. "Not that. It's bad enough having you three see me
like this. But a whole sorority house full of girls is too much...
Ma'am."
"Too bad for you," the Black girl told him. "After all, your hidden
cameras were going to record all of us, so it's only fair that everyone
have a chance to see you and maybe express their displeasure with the
idea of being videoed without consent."
He was still trying unsuccessfully to reason with the intractable trio
when the front door open and a stream of coeds flowed in. They were
attracted to the sight of the obviously stressed-out tranny in their
midst. After Gina introduced Clinton and related why he had been made
over into Clitty Chiffon, the new arrivals penned him in. A cute Asian
girl, who he heard addressed as Min, confronted him.
"I see," she said accusingly. "You wanted dirty movies of us running
around half naked, didn't you? Now the sexy shoe is on the other foot,
Chiffon. Don't you think it's only fair for us to produce some videos
like that of you?"
"I wish you wouldn't," he said meekly, in a wispy voice.
"You should have thought of that before you tried to hide spy cameras in
here." She took out her phone and pointed it at him. "Let's start with
your opening that robe and showing off your goodies."
His lips quivered as he untied the robe. After a brief hesitation, he
parted the halves. The girls saw his three-piece set. With the hair
gone, it appeared even more immature than before. The onlookers burst
out laughing.
"OMG. He's so small down there that he's better off as a girl. No
wonder his new first name is Clitty."
"It's not like a full-grown cock. More of a cockerel."
"He could cut a finger off a rubber glove and use it for a condom.
Except no girl would want that miserable little thing inside her, covered
or otherwise."
He had to shed the robe entirely and prance around in only the stockings
and shoes. One of the coeds took off her colorful, flowing, satiny scarf
and tied it around his neck. It was long enough that he could cover his
essentials with the end, but the girls kept making him move his hands to
frustrate that effort. Someone grabbed the paddle. He couldn't move
fast enough in those shoes to avoid having his tail given a fresh coat of
pink, which soon deepened to red. Clinton began to weep. His nose ran.
His mascara ran, too. Soon he was babbling, what scant male resolve he
had once possessed now spanked out of him. He collapsed onto his knees,
with his blazing bottom unintentionally offered up. That got him more
swats, until he was reduced to an uncontrollably sobbing sissy.
Gina held up a hand to call the action to a halt. Eboni and Carmelita
each hooked an arm through one of his, so they could hoist him to his
feet. He stood between them with his knees knocking.
Min locked eyes with him. She stared from under precision-cut bangs that
were dark and glossy. Several girls were recording him. "So," she
wanted to know, "how long do you think we should keep you here, as
punishment for your bad behavior, Chiffon?"
"N... not long," he whimpered. "What I did wasn't that bad. Was it? I
mean, it was just a prank. Right?"
"Oh. Sure. Just a prank. And you don't think you should be treated
like a pledge, getting your fanny swatted, and running and fetching for
all us girls, for very long. Correct?"
"Yes." He saw a glimmer of hope. "In fact, I think I've already paid
enough... Ma'am." He managed to draw his painted mouth into a caricature
of a smile.
"You know," Min said, "I have to agree."
"Thank you."
"You've paid your debt to us... or at least part of your debt to maybe
one of us. But when we consider everything together, multiplied by the
number of sisters here, and then factor in how long you probably would
have kept recording us..." His hope evaporated. She pretended to
calculate, drawing imaginary figures in the air. "... it all adds up
to... the rest of the academic year."
"But... this is only the beginning of the first semester. Do you expect
me to stay here... like this... for all those months?"
"Well, not exactly like that. I'm sure we'll be using your charge card
to order you plenty of nice outfits online. Little girl ones, slutty
ones, and some of the cosplay type. Plus, we'll scour the thrift shops
for more to add to your wardrobe. And some of us might contribute pieces
from our own collections. For instance, you're about my size. I have a
French maid costume from last Halloween that would be ideal. You might
never get to wear the same get-up twice during the entire time."
"But... but..." He was groping for some way out. "I have an apartment.
I can't just leave that empty."|
Gina stepped in with an answer. "Don't worry. We'll use that for
friends when they come to visit. Invitations will start going out in the
morning."
"I have classes," he reminded them.
"Right. And you'll be allowed to wear male clothes for them. But your
new shirts will be very flashly, your slacks will be extra tight, and
we'll get you some pointy shoes. Once we style your hair and use blush
and lip gloss, no one will be able to miss the message you're sending,
that you're an effeminate boy. Don't worry. We'll help you come out as
a sissy."
"But I'm not one of those."
"Give it time," Gina said with a sly smile. "You'll be surprised by how
far we can push you in that direction."
Carmencita winked at him. Eboni licked her full lips hungrily. Min
tickled his ear. Clinton took the bottom of the long scarf he wore,
twisted it around his hand, and put the end between his teeth. He stood
there, nervously nibbing on it, while the reality of his situation sank
in. He was going to be the house sissy for a sorority full of vindictive
coeds, for the rest of the school year and, very probably, for the three
years after that. He belatedly reached down with his unoccupied hand to
pull the front of the robe together again, at least enough to conceal his
below-average dick and balls.
Miss Clitty Chiffon was going to receive quite an education.
*********
(This is just a short one, to explore a naughty idea I had. What do you
think?)
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