I’d heard all the rumors.
That pledging a frat was hard as they tried to embarrass and humiliate
you. That they’d demean you and having
you clean up the frat house, doing the brothers’ homework, wearing nothing but
frat approved clothes…. but I saw it all as worth it and vowed to continue the
family tradition. Dad and three
generations back had been in a frat. Mom
and generations back had been in a sorority.
When I was told that my hazing would be unique I was both
excited and scared. As my family had been
part of founding both this frat and its sister sorority, all I had to do to
gain entry was go through the hazing process of the sorority. Several of the sisters came over and gave me
a complete makeover. The corset and
padded bra gave me the shape of any other sorority girl. The pale blond wig matched my skin tone and
was enhanced by the subtle makeup. And
once my ‘sisters’ positioned me in front of the mirror I was shocked…. I couldn’t
see any sign of my masculinity.
The hazing at the sorority house was just about what I
expected in the frat house. Cleaning up
after everybody, having to memorize the sorority history, doing school projects
for my sisters. I thought it would be a
breeze, until they told me about the last test.
Ever since the sexual revolution, the sorority wanted to showcase that
their sisterhood held to traditional roles… including sexually pleasing
men. All the pledges would line up with
a man chosen specifically for them and go through various tests. Holding hands, dancing, kissing… stuff like
that. The sisters said that they were
only going to take two pledges this year and would eliminate pledges with each
step. They’d stop once they had
eliminated all the girls save for their two new sisters. The sorority president took me aside and said
that I didn’t have to participate. She’d
understand if I wanted to bow out. But
if I did, she couldn’t tell the frat that I had passed their hazing
process. I couldn’t imagine going
through a week dressed up like this and NOT passing the frat’s hazing, so I
committed to the test.
Holding hands wasn’t bad.
My ‘date’ was the left tackle on the football team and was easily big
enough to help me see myself as a girl.
We all sat around the sorority house holding hands with ‘our men’ and
after three hours of having Rodney treating me like a princess, only two girls
were eliminated. As the sun set, we were
all escorted to main foyer that had been transformed into a dance floor. I wasn’t bothered by the fast dances,
although moving in heels made it a little treacherous. The slow dances though were harder. Rodney held me VERY close and during several
dances I could feel his erection pressing into my belly. Five girls ended up being eliminated at the
dance.
Once the music stopped we were all bade to sit down and
start kissing our man. I swallowed what
remained of my pride as Rodney leaned in close and started passionately kissing
me. He didn’t hide his arousal and kept
his hands moving all over my body.
Feeling his hands on my ‘breasts’ as his tongue openly explored my mouth
was bad. Feeling those same hands sneak
up under my skirt and cup my pantied ass was worse. After
an hour of making out with him, 10 more girls bowed out.
The sisters seemed very excited when they told us the next
challenge. Hand Jobs. We were seated next to our man as they all
slid their pans and underwear off. To
say that Rodney was hung like a horse was an understatement, and it seems that
making out with me for sixty minutes had him very excited. I followed the other girls’ examples and delicately
wrapped my hand around the thick shaft.
My dainty hand could barely encircle it but I kept it in motion, trying
to focus on his flared head. One girl
was immediately disqualified when she leaned over and kissed her man’s
cock. The sisters said that there could
be no oral involvement… not until the next phase.
After five minutes one of the sisters got her man off and
the sisters celebrated her passing this level of the test. When I realized that to pass this test I’d
have to get Rodney off, I redoubled my efforts and even added some sweet
whispers into his ear. Thankfully the sisters
gave us some wet wipes to clean off the copious amounts of cum our men spilled
on our hands. All but myself and two other girls were eliminated.
As it was late, the sisters told us that our next test would
occur the following morning. Rodney gave
me a soulful kiss goodnight before parting with his friends. When I got to my assigned bedroom I was surprised
to see both the sorority and fraternity presidents there waiting for me. The fraternity president… a man I wanted to
call my brother… didn’t spare many words.
He told me that I’d never be welcome in the frat. That ultimately my test wasn’t to be a girl
but to stand up for my manhood and refuse this final test. As I had failed such a basic test of manhood,
I wouldn’t only be barred from entering this semester, I’d also be banned for
life. With tears in my eyes I watched
him leave and accepted the hug from the sorority president.
As she calmed me down she apologized for the error. She said that if she knew that would happen
she would have stopped me from proceeding.
She went on to explain that my mother’s family had been very good to the
sorority and that she wanted to help me in any way she could. She had already contacted my mother and
gained her approval for her idea. Her
original plan was to announce that all three of the finalists had won… that way
they would get their two new sisters and I could join up with the frat, but now
that that wasn’t an option she would continue to the next test. And if I passed the test, I would be allowed
into the sorority as a full sister.
If I had any hope of continuing my family’s tradition I had
to accept this offer. Knowing that my
mother, and likely my father, already knew what would be expected of me and
approved…. I accepted the offer. The sorority
president was excited and said she’d even help me, so instead of getting any
sleep I received 8 hours of lessons on how to give a blowjob. We started off with my licking and sucking on
her smooth pink dildo, but by mornings light I was kneeling and sucking on her
realistic strap on.
Now as I kneel between Rodney’s legs and look up into his
face I’m thankful that the president allowed me to wear my sweater and skirt as
the other girls were made to strip naked.
Any advantage their bare breasts
awarded them was negated by my late night training. I try not to feel bad for the girls beside me…
after all one of them will end up as my sorority sister!
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I found these pics a few days ago and knew the basic plot of this obscura. Guy tries to get into frat, has to instead pledge to a sorority, goes to far with the sorority hazing and is banned from the frat, and now has to finish the job and actually join the sorority.
The problem was explaining why. On my first two passes, I went a little too story heavy and gave up after only a few paragraphs. This morning I decided to drop almost all of the back story and just say it was a family tradition. That helped lube up the writing muscles and I wrote this out on the first try.
Instead of trashing the other two versions, I figured I'd include them here. I'm sure you can imagine how each would have progressed:
Attempt 1:
I was looking forward to pledging to my father’s fraternity
in college. His membership had been
voided years and years ago from something my uncle did and although neither
would tell me what exactly he did, I wanted to fix the error and bring a sense
of honor back to our family. The rumors
of what they did to their pledges were legend.
The brothers went way beyond having the newbs clean up the frat house or
memorize the frat history. It was said
that the newbs had to break into professor’s offices and steal answer
sheets. It was said that the newbs had
to deface the houses of other frats. It
was even said that the newbs had to bed girls from the frats sister sorority
and show proof.
When I signed up to pledge, the frat president took me aside
and told me that if I wanted to join up I’d have to un-do what my uncle did
years back. When my uncle was head of
hazing, he singled out two feminine looking pledges and said that to join
they’d first have to pledge and be accepted by their sister sorority. Those pledges had turned to the authorities
and the frat was almost shut down.
Permanently. So for anybody in my
family to ever be let in, I’d have to live out that humiliation.
Attempt 2:
When the frat singled out Liam and I for our pledges they
thought it would be a great joke for us to try and pledge a sorority
instead. It was simple, they’d make us
over as girls and we’d have to do everything they said. Once the sorority figured out one of us
wasn’t a girl, the other would win admission to the frat. I agreed only because I didn’t think there
was any way we could fool the sisters for more than a day. A day dressed in drag and a humiliating story
or two? Easy pay for entry into the
premier frat on campus.
Dressed up in skirts and school jackets with wigs, makeup
and sock stuffed bras Liam and I went to the sorority more confident than ever
that this would be a short hazing. When
Haley, one of the sisters, saw us in line she immediately pulled us to the
side. She explained that the sorority knew
about the frat hazing and was NOT pleased about it. Further they were planning on humiliating us
as retribution. So she and several
sisters had decided to instead help us.
They figured if they could help us fool the rest of the sisters for at
least two weeks, we could earn their respect and the frat would have to let us
both in.
That evening she guided Liam and I to the sorority party and
introduced us as Lisa and Debbie, two new pledges. The girl’s makeover on Liam and I was
amazing. Both of us wore body cinchers
to give us feminine curves as well as having prosthetic breasts glued to our
chests. Our bodies had been shaved
completely smooth and our eyebrows plucked to perfectly feminine curves. Our head’s had been shaved and we wore real
hair wigs that were also glued into place.
Our makeup was exquisitely
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