Sophomore Year

You thought freshman year was bad? (And a little update at the end of the post)

They nearly ruined my life.  Freshman year is supposed to be an eye opening and learning experience for small town boys in the big college town, but my eyes were more than opened wide.  I should have suspected when Grace sat next to me in the cafeteria.  She was easily a 9 whereas I, in my skinny body and hairless chin, was barely a 4.  She was out of my league, yet she talked to me and joked with me and even laughed at my jokes.  When she asked if I'd like to come and visit with her at her sorority house I of course said yes.  Don't even act like you'd say anything different. 

 My heart was all a flutter when she pulled me into her room, barely even acknowledging all of her sorority sisters on our way up.  She sat me down on her pink bed, straddled my lap, and started making out with me like I'd only seen in the movies.  When she simultaneously laid back and pulled me down on top of her I just kept going.  I didn't even resist when she pulled my hands up over her head, having me grip her wrists.  When she broke the kiss, started struggling underneath me, and screamed out to get off of her, I was frozen in confusion.  Frozen, that is, until the door crashed open and her sisters pulled me off of her. 

 I didn't notice their sly looks until they had me tied to the chair.  Everybody but Grace and Cora left leaving them to explain what was going on.  It seems every year the sorority had a game.  They'd have the sisters pick out some guy and have him join the sorority.  They'd dress them up, change their school records, move them in, and teach them everything they needed to be college girls.  They'd been doing this for years but none of them had ever got a guy to actually agree to it after more than a day or so.  After the novelty of living in a sorority house full of sexy girls wore off... and honestly, the novelty of having sex as a girl... the guys always left.   That was until this year. 

 Grace and Cora's plan was simple.  Blackmail.  They pick out a loner new freshman without any ties to the college or local community and set him up for a sexual assault charge if not outright rape.  If this loser loner doesn't play along and become this new sorority sister, they just let this footage out, ruining his life.  Even if it was found to be faked, he'd have already been thrown out and have his reputation ruined.  I was that loser loner and they now had footage of me lying on top of Grace, my body pushing her legs wide, holding her hands up as I was kissing her "against her will". 

 They were nice enough to wipe away my tears as I agreed to their terms.  I'd be their new sorority sister for the year. 

 It only took a week for them to get me ready.  Jeanie, one of their sisters, broke into my school records and changed my gender from male to female and my name from Ronald to Luna.  All of my classes were changed so that I'd always be near one of my sorority sisters.  Instead of majoring in engineering I was studying Kinesiology. 

 My body changes were slower but more devastating to my mental sense of self.  I wish I'd taken my dad's advice and gotten my hair cut as now it was dyed blonde and styled in a girly manner as it brushed my shoulders.  Naomi, a senior sister studying pre-med, got me a university clinic prescription for hormones.  All of my boy clothes were destroyed and I was given the standard uniform of the girls of Kappa Alpha Omega... short black skirts, stockings, heels, white nearly see-through blouses, and striped ties.  My uniforms were enhanced with gaffes forever holding my penis back, corsets forever pulling my waist in, and breast forms forever giving me perky B cup tits. 

 For the first few weeks I didn't say anything outside of the sorority house as I learned how to speak.  Not just how to sound feminine but how to talk like a college girl.  My vocabulary changed as I was taught how to giggle and flirt and be sexy and demure.  I learned how to put on makeup and once I had the basics down, how to style myself for the occasion.  Simple for class, sexy for after class activities, sultry for parties, and downright daring for dates. 

 Oh, and the dates.  While Kapa Alpha Omega girls are allowed and even encouraged to have sex with each other, they're all expected to date the local frat brothers.  I was never as terrified as I was when I was pulled into the lap of one frat bro after another, being held, being caressed, being kissed.  As the semester went on and the guys grew more confident, I was getting closer to them finding out my secret but my sisters thought of that and taught me how to either squeeze and tease my way out of their grips or, if push came to shove, to rub them off through their pants. 

 No guy got his hands on my panties, but I felt plenty of them throb and cum while I rubbed over their jeans. 

 My sisters kept up my daily routines, helping me as the hormones changed my body and made me emotions run thin.  Eventually I was able to drop the breast forms as I had my own cute A cup tits.  I cried and cried and cried as they fitted me into a training bra until they promised that they breasts would go away once I stopped the hormones. 

 Fall semester moved on to winter semester.  My classes changed and the girls grew bored with me.  Grace and Cora moved on to other projects and I just kept my head down trying to avoid notice.  When the semester ended and we all had a party I honestly think most of the sisters forgot that I wasn't really one of them.  They all hugged me and seemed to genuinely wish for me to keep in touch. 

 I made sure to get home when my parents were on vacation.  Slipping in I burned my female clothes and slipped into my first set of men's clothes in almost nine months.  I made up a story about losing my bags on the way home.  I made sure to visit the barber to cut back my hair, although I kept most of the length.   Better to say I was experimenting with length and color than just to try and fib about my bleached blonde locks.  There wasn’t anything I could do about the breasts except for wear loose clothes all the time, which led into my shopping spree.  Mom wanted to help, but I thankfully was able to convince her to let me go alone.  Figuring out what my new pant size was with these larger hips and drastically smaller waist was embarrassing enough alone. 

 The summer slowly settled into normalcy.  I could almost feel my hormones returning to normal as my emotions evened out.  Sadly, while my breasts shrunk by a bit, they didn’t go away but that was something I’d focus on later.  I tried to convince my parents that I should go to a different school but as they were paying for it and didn’t want me to start over, I found myself signing up to the same university.  It was really strange signing up as a freshman again.  Even though I’d been there for a year there was no record of Ronald and I didn’t exactly want to continue on as Luna. 

 Move in week had me all on edge.  I found myself continuously looking over my shoulder for any of the easy-to-spot Kappa Alpha Omega girls but never saw any.  Just as I had my private dorm room unpacked and was settled in I went to the quad to get a meal and just as I was about to stuff the pizza into my mouth her voice cut through all the din like a knife through my spirit.  “Well lookie here Cora… it looks like Luna decided to come back for her sophomore year!”

 I was shaking as Grace and Cora accompanied me back to the sorority house.  My trembling didn’t stop as they stripped me naked and redressed me in my stockings, heels, panties, bra, skirt, blouse, tie and sweater.  Naomi stopped by to give me a big booster shot and my new increased dosage of hormones.  Jeanie stopped by with my new school ID and my new class schedule.  They even had one of the sisters come in to restyle my hair.  The new tone of the year, however, was set when Grace and Cora set up a photo of the three of us.  While I looked fairly normal, Grace opened up her top to show her amazing cleavage while Cora pulled her skirt up enough to show off her panties. 

I couldn’t even pretend to smile as the photos were snapped and they laid out their plans for our sophomore year.  It seems that while freshman are encouraged to date but remain chaste, sophomores are emboldened to explore their pent up sexuality.  Grace and Cora already had dates set up for us.  And as a special treat, they made sure to pick out a man that wouldn’t mind what I had under my skirt.  It seems I was to be one of the frat president’s beard.  His organization looked down on his homosexuality, so he needed a sexy sorority girl on his arm.  I was to be his steady for the semester.

 Grace and Cora would teach me all about being flirty and overtly sexual, teach me how to go down on ‘my boyfriend’ and even teach me how to appreciate anal sex.  ‘My boyfriend’ would get to show off his masculine heterosexuality by having me, an obvious girl, on his arm all semester.  And me?  I’d get to be far more of a girl than I ever thought during my freshman year.    

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Update:

A couple things I wanted to update all of you on.  

First, I'm posting my caps over on whatever you'd call Twitter now.  Each day I try to post an old one and a new one (going in chronological and reverse chronological orders).  So, if yer over on Twitter, X, whatever, you can always add me (@CaitlynMasked).  

Second, I know its been a couple months since I posted last.  The normal stresses are still working on me but my migraines have gotten just terrible these last few months.  Bad enough that I'm losing my job over it.  So in addition of being mentally out of it with the migraines more days that not, I'm not also dealing with the stress of getting disability or some kind of job that can pay my bills.  I'll try not to mention it again here as you can always read about it on my other blog.