Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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This is the start of another story I've been toying with. It's the first one that I've made some use of AI, which I'm generally very suspicious of.
To be clear, AI is not writing the story, but I'm using it to flesh out some of the detail. Honestly, I find that the AI quickly becomes repetitive and boring, so a real human brain has to actually do the rewriting. Still, it can be a useful tool I think. This is an experiment as much as anything else.
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Introduction: The Cheaters
It was the kind of Monday morning that freshmen tend to dread. Midterms loomed, and the air in Hargrove Hall was thick with anxiety and the smell of energy drinks. Over a hundred freshmen hunched over their desks grinding away on their exams in the huge lecture hall. Four boys sat near each other fidgeting more than most. There was Nate, tall and lean with a perpetually worried brow; Milo, shorter and twitchy, always cracking jokes to mask his nerves; Julian, the quiet artist with a knack for improvisation; and Owen, the one with a stubborn streak and innate skepticism.
The eighteen year-old boys had hatched a scheme the night before—the kind of desperate plan born from too little studying and too much youthful bravado. With a few answers discreetly scribbled onto the inside covers of their battered notebooks and a subtle system of coughs and taps carefully rehearsed, they believed they could outwit the proctors. Perhaps it was the sort of thing that might have worked in high school, when teachers were more overloaded and distracted.
But this wasn’t high school, and the volunteer exam monitors—three sharp-eyed seniors—moved with seasoned vigilance, canvassing the rows with an intensity that left little room for error. Unbeknownst to the boys, all three were members of the Gamma Delta sorority. One of the sisters, perched at the aisle, had already noticed the suspicious glances and muted signals exchanged between the four friends but continued to watch, her gaze coolly appraising. The boys didn’t know it yet, but they were being observed with focused scrutiny.
An hour into the test, as some students were finishing and turning in their papers, Nate took advantage of the students moving around him and tried to signal to Milo. Instead, he met the intense gaze of Madison, Gamma Delta’s president, who raised an eyebrow and jotted down their names. The trap had been set. She and her sorority sisters had been tracking their antics for nearly half an hour, trading glances and silent nods as they pieced together the boys’ strategy.
Madison had watched them with a mixture of amusement and calculation. She found the four somewhat endearing in their futile mischief. Gamma Delta was known for promoting and developing very strong-willed and decisive women. Perhaps, she mused, these boys were ideal candidates for a very different kind of lesson—one that would leave a lasting impression and also provide some entertaining distraction for her sorority sisters as well. In her mind, the wheels were already turning. With a chuckle, she recalled some similar things Gamma Delta had done before.
As the exam wrapped up, the four boys slunk outside, their hearts pounding with dread. Their anxiety deepened when, instead of being summoned to the dean’s office, they received instructions to report to the Gamma Delta sorority house. The stately Victorian building, adorned with pastel curtains and gleaming trophies visible through the windows, stood in stark contrast to the sterile halls of the administration office. The boys exchanged nervous glances, their relief at dodging official discipline quickly giving way to an ominous curiosity about what awaited them.
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Wonderful start. Looking forward to continuation. Sounds like Gamma Delta will soon have 4 new girlyboy maids to look after them.
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The Deal
In the main parlor of Gamma Delta, surrounded by pastel throw pillows, trophies and photos of past sorority classes, the boys stood awkwardly before a semicircle of upperclassmen sorority sisters.
“We could report you for cheating,” Madison began, her voice crisp, “which probably means a disciplinary hearing, possible expulsion, and a permanent mark on your record. Or…” She paused, letting the suspense hang in the air, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “You can spend a month or so as our ‘Little Sisters.’”
The boys stared in confusion, the words hanging over them like a puzzle. A couple of the boys giggled nervously, adding a surreal undertone to the moment. Nate, sensing how little control they seemed to have, uneasily broke the silence, “Little Sisters?” He didn’t like the sound of that at all. He managed to croak, “What does that mean, exactly?” His voice was tinged with uncertainty.
“It’s really pretty simple,” Madison replied deviously, “For the next month or so, you’ll follow our rules, do as we say, and be good little girls, er... boys.” She rapidly recovered from her verbal slip, “We’ll give you some fun projects to complete along the way and host a little competition every weekend to help you get in touch with your feminine, law-abiding sides!” She continued dismissively, “But we don’t need to worry about all those boring details yet.”
“Feminine sides…?” Julian stammered, the words trembling out, as if hoping the definition would soften with explanation.
“We'll...” Madison started vaguely, “let’s just say you’ll get a rare chance to gain a new perspective and walk in someone else’s shoes… or maybe heels.” Then she admitted, “But, yes… to be honest, we would insist on ‘softening’ your wardrobes a bit.” At this, several of the sorority sisters giggled noticeably. Madison shot them a mild glare, and then she continued, “I confess, as part of the deal you’ll definitely be dressing in a more feminine way, but it’s just clothing after all.” She did her best to minimize the importance of this disclosure, “After all, if you’re going to be our ‘Little Sisters,’ a little initial awkwardness and a few... wardrobe adjustments... shouldn't be a surprise as we try to help you mend your ways.”
Madison quickly tried to smooth this over, “But don’t get your panties in a twist over the specifics. Consider it a golden opportunity for an up-close taste of sorority life while you’re paying off your dues!” She went on, “We have a little scoring system to keep track of your progress as you turn your new page. You’ll keep at it until you collectively earn 1000 points as a group. I bet you’ll wind up having a ball! As long as you play by the rules, it ought to take you about a month.” She added with a grin, “It’s pretty simple. Play nice, get your 1000 points, and walk free with a new mindset on life. Or we could just call the dean right now.”
Her eyes narrowed, “As extra incentive, you’ll also be graded against each other. Whichever of you gets the lowest score each week will be rewarded with some nice additional attention and tasks to help out his peers—think of it as some extra tutoring for the slowest learner.”
Madison winked at Julian, then asked with mocking admiration, “Apropos of nothing whatsoever, sweetie, have you ever worn a dress?” she added with a wink, “I bet you’ll be gorgeous!” Julian could only gulp, wishing he could shrink into the nearest pillow.
Owen, shoulders hunched defensively, muttered, “Isn’t that kind of thing—against the rules?” His voice was barely audible, as if he already knew the answer wouldn’t matter.
Madison shrugged with theatrical indifference. “It’s not my first rodeo, boys. Cheating is against the rules too, and the dean loves us. Of course, it’s your call.” Her final words were confident and almost nonchalant, “This way you can learn a little more about women and keep the administration out of it. You’ll practically be getting a free pass!”
Milo, trying to appear confident, blurted out to the others, “How bad could it possibly be?”
Instantly, the sisters erupted in laughter, while Tara, eyes twinkling, leaned closer and inspected Milo’s hands. “It won’t be bad at all, sweetie! Actually, those paws look overdue for a nice manicure anyway,” she teased. Milo swallowed hard, already regretting his question as the laughter around him grew louder.
As the boys’ resistance seemed to crack, Madison stepped closer, her gaze playful but sly as she thrust one more verbal dagger. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said, her voice suddenly softer but no less commanding. “I’m willing to bet—” her smile widened, eyes twinkling with mischief, “—deep down, that at least one of you is going to get a little thrill out of this. You might even find the answer to a question you were afraid to ask.”
At that suggestion, the boys froze. Nate’s face turned scarlet from his neck to his ears, Milo’s mouth hung open in shock, Julian fumbled for words and stammered, “N-no, that’s not—” while Owen’s jaw clenched so hard it was a wonder he could speak at all. Their attempts to protest only made them stammer more and blush brighter, setting off another round of giggles from the sisters.
The boys felt the walls closing in. Their collective resistance seemed to wilt in the face of Madison’s confidence. One by one, desperation etched on their faces, the boys nodded. Owen, jaw clenched and eyes darting, hesitated the longest, but trapped and outnumbered, he relented. The deal was struck, and the sisters smiled mischievously.
"Excellent!" Madison said confidently, "You Darlings come back here tomorrow afternoon, and we'll get things started!"
At this, several of the other sisters started giggling again. Something about the way she said "Darlings" seemed to amuse them. This time, there was no reproving look from Madison.
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Meet the Big Sisters
The next afternoon, Madison gathered the boys in one of the smaller rooms of the house and introduced them to their new mentors—sorority “Big Sisters” charged with guiding their journeys. The power dynamics were established right off the bat, and it was clear the Big Sisters were in charge. Nate was paired with Cassidy, a fashionista with a dazzling smile and a penchant for pep talks. Milo met Tara, Gamma Delta’s resident prankster, who appeared to see through his false bravado immediately. She looked as though she’d take nothing at face value and would not hesitate to keep him in line. Julian was assigned to Elise, a patient artist with an eye for style. She looked him over with appraising eyes, already seeming to envision changes. Owen, still bristling, found himself under Brianna’s supervision. As he would soon learn, her no-nonsense attitude rivaled his own. Her piercing stare seemed to dare him to defy her.
The Big Sisters quickly set aside the vague euphemisms Madison had used the day before. They made it clear that dresses, panties and many feminine things would become their new reality. Embarrassment bloomed as the sisters began to explain some of the month’s schedule. Lessons in clothing, makeup and deportment loomed. The confident sorority girls began detailing a list of mandatory requirements and activities the new “Little Sisters” would complete. Any illusions the freshmen boys held about how easy this would be were instantly shattered. The boys shifted uncomfortably as reality sank in.
Madison, acting as though this was exactly what she’d described the day before, advised them condescendingly, “I think you’ll find the best thing to do is just follow instructions, but I’m sure some of you may have to learn the hard way.”
Tara explained further, “Now on weekdays, you’ll keep up with your classes and studies, but don’t think you’ll be slacking off. You’ll need to manage your time wisely, and you’ll be checking in with us all the time.” She went on, “Of course, as your Big Sisters, we are here to help, so on Tuesdays and Thursdays you’ll have mandatory study halls here with us at the house so we can keep you on track… starting tonight." She continued, “and that’s also when you’ll get to learn all about Gamma Delta… you know… our history, our founding members, dates, names and other important facts.” She chuckled, “We’ll have little impromptu quizzes all the time to give you chances to earn more points. You’ll be at 1000 before you know it!” Her cheerful delivery only made the boys feel more out of their element, like schoolchildren sent to the principal’s office.
Cassidy interjected, “Rest assured, we’ll keep close tabs on you even when you’re not at the house.” she continued, her voice tinged with humor and authority, “But be sure to clear your weekend calendars, boys, because Saturdays and Sundays are reserved for us—and trust me, you’re going to be busy!”
Elise chimed in, her words soft but firm, “Every Sunday, we’ll have an exciting contest to cap off the week. I promise it’ll be wonderful fun! You’ll get more details as we go along—but you’ll want to bring your A-games.” Her description of “wonderful fun” felt ominous. None of the boys thought they would enjoy her idea of “wonderful fun.”
Then Madison warned, “But slipups and lack of effort will cost you points. We’re strict, but fair. And we do want you to succeed.” Then she pointed out a whiteboard hanging in the parlor with all their names on it, “But you’ll need to catch on quickly, or the scoreboard won’t be kind.” The boys each stared at their own names posted in glittery pink letters, dread settling in their stomachs.
The implications were obvious—their progress and missteps would be on public display. An uneasy silence settled over the boys. Everything suddenly felt more real, and their nervous faces showed it. As the increasingly worried boys listened, their Big Sisters continued to lay out expectations that seemed to multiply by the minute.
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Delightful. Sounds like the 4 'Little Sisters' are going to be taught how to bring out their feminine sides with pretty dresses and cute frilly knickers or regulation school knickers as well as make up and manicures. Looking forward to continuation.
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This already is a wonderful story developing
Thank you so much for your great writing
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The intrepid quartet seems destined for the ultimate in humiliation and embarrassment since they have been portrayed as highly gullible. After all, Madison has not provided any hard proof (written codes [no mention of answers scratched in notebooks], answers written on clothing, body or paper, etc) of their cheating and any accusation would be one of he said/she said. Overall, the "cheating" seemed to be quite abstract at best. Too little evidence to warrant expulsion or notation on a transcript. They capitulated too quickly and will now pay the price for their lack of confidence, not for their cheating.
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LOL babycakes. As they say, my best advice is to "suspend your disbelief" :)
If you pull too hard on the threads of this story, it's going to quickly unravel! Thanks for the comment and I hope you enjoy the somewhat preposterous ride!
xoxo
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babycakes in top form! Nice response, sissyboy.
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Yeah... I already know this story is ridiculous, but I'm choosing to wallow in the absurdity.
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First Steps
Next, each boy was gifted a journal with a pink sparkly cover and his name written in fancy script across the front. “Every night,” Cassidy declared, handing out the journals with dramatic flourish, “you’ll write a page about your day, what you learned, and how you felt—no slacking, and don’t even think about skipping! We want real reflection, not just ‘I survived another day.’” They learned their journals would be reviewed every Friday, and points would be on the line.
Cassidy dropped another bombshell, “You’ll also be super involved in helping plan our Gamma Delta Alumnae Luncheon on homecoming weekend.” She produced a tabbed binder filled with guest lists, seating charts, theme and centerpiece ideas, menu options and all sorts of other planning details. “And of course, you’ll all get to help serve and host on the day of the event!” she added with an expectant smile, “It’s going to be fantastic!”
Then Elise gave them all a little white bag with pink tissue paper sticking from the top and said, “These are starter kits for your new skincare routines.” They groaned inwardly as she gave them a short demonstration, lining up a little row of cleansers, toners, serums, and lotions in pastel bottles. “No more just splashing water on your faces,” she tutted, showing them how to pat, not rub. “Details matter, boys,” she declared.
Just as the boys were still processing their skincare kits, Brianna, with a knowing smile, gestured back toward the little white bags. “By the way, don’t forget to check your bags for your new diet guidelines,” she announced brightly, “From now on, you’ll be eating much healthier!” Brianna’s tone was cheerful but left no room for negotiation. “Gamma Deltas strive for glowing complexions and feminine figures, so you’ll be leaning into fresh salads, yogurt, herbal teas, and other nutritious food. You’ll kind booklets with menu suggestions and sample meal plans, and we expect you to follow them.”
She continued, circling the group with her hands clasped behind her back, “That means no more candy bars, sodas, chips, or fatty fried foods! And you can forget about those late-night pizza runs freshmen boys are notorious for!” Brianna gave them a wink, “Of course, points will be on the line if you’re caught backsliding.”
Their new Big Sisters had a final gift for them. Each boy was handed another daintily wrapped package. The packages were wrapped in delicate tissue paper tied with charming pink ribbons, and each of their names was written in glittery calligraphy on their package. Tara directed them, “All right, boys—open your presents!” Timidly, they each untied the pink ribbons and peeled away the tissue paper, revealing adorable matching bralette and panty sets. The undergarments were crafted from silky white satin, finished with delicate pink scalloped trim that added a lovely, feminine touch. Inside each package they also found another weird looking pair of underwear briefs with a lot of padding and stretchy material. All these briefs were in a subdued nude shade.
Cassidy explained, “In case you don’t know, those are dancer’s belts.” She continued, “They have extra padding and compressing spandex to uh… flatten you out in front.” The other Big Sisters all giggled as she spoke.
Tara added mischievously, “That’s right! We can’t have any unsightly bulges on our darling new Little Sisters!”
Brianna chimed in, “You can lose all your grimy boys’ underwear, because you won’t be needing it anytime soon! You’ll be in your pretty panties and bralettes along with your dancer’s belts from now on! Demure and delicate… that’s the Gamma Delta way!”
Madison smiled sweetly and went on, “That’s right. Of course, these are just to get you started. You’ll obviously need to make more room in your lingerie drawers since you’ll be wearing panties and bras every day.” She added, “But don’t worry, we’ll show you where the dance supply shop is downtown so you can go buy all you need,” Madison finished, “and your Big Sisters will advise you on the best places to find pretty unmentionables in your sizes. That way you can stay fresh as daisies all the time!”
Madison added with a knowing smile, “You’ll learn more tonight about wardrobe requirements.” Her tone was cheerful but hinted at more surprises to come, leaving the boys with a fresh wave of apprehension.
The boys exchanged uneasy glances as they realized they would have to shop for their own lingerie. The idea of browsing racks of delicate bras and panties made them feel embarrassed and out of place.
Finally, Brianna announced that on Saturday they could look forward to a makeover “field trip”—details to follow. The prospect unsettled all four boys even further, and the looks on their faces seemed to protest. Brianna preempted their silent objections with a firm wave of her hand. “Part of the experience,” she said in a tone that invited no discussion, “Presentation is everything!”
Nearly overwhelmed, the boys stood in silent disbelief, cheeks burning as the Big Sisters watched with bright, approving smiles.
Madison said with a teasing giggle, “Well that’s enough for now, but as you can see we’re going to have a blast!”
Then Tara grinned mischievously, “And there’s no time like the present to get started! Go ahead and put on your pretty new things, boys!” she announced. With teasing glances and playful winks, the sisters swept out of the room, leaving the boys alone to change reluctantly into their dancer’s belts, panties and bralettes.
As the boys left the sorority house, they were all blushing fiercely and walked almost gingerly. They all felt so vulnerable and self-conscious with their unfamiliar new lingerie under their normal clothes.
Watching them leave, Madison called out with a smirk, “You all look much more ladylike already!”
“See you tonight at study hall, fellas!” Tara added gaily, “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon!”
“What have we gotten ourselves into,” Nate asked aloud in a worried voice.
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Apologies, Sissyboy. Never meant to criticize the story. Writing is time consuming and challenging, especially to produce a quality piece such as this and your other work. Previously forgot to note all your effort is greatly appreciated and of course this story, as with others in the genre, requires a suspension of disbelief as it is a fantasy after all.
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No apologies necessary babycakes. Thank you for your comments, and I didn't take them poorly. They were very fair and not unkind. I enjoy getting comments as long as they are polite and fair, even if people may not like aspects of the work.
FYI I did decide on this story to skip an involved setup in favor of jumping right to the more interesting stuff, so the premise is admittedly flimsy :)
xoxo
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Wow!! the 4 little sisters are now fully trapped. I assume that they are all room mates otherwise it would be embarrassing trying to change wearing their new pretty lingerie. Looking forward to when they go shopping for new lingerie, frilly and french knickers?. I think the sales girls are going to have wonderful time humiliating and embarrassing them choosing the cutest and frilliest matching sets.
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Study Hall Dress Code
The last rays of the afternoon sun cast long beams on the Gamma Delta house as Nate, Milo, Julian, and Owen approached the house together. Their nerves fluttered in anticipation, and the feel of their lacy undergarments were a constant reminder of their predicament. The front door swung wide before they could knock.
Tara and Brianna greeted them, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Welcome, Little Sisters!” Tara announced, her voice ringing with good-natured mischief. “We’re so glad you’re here on time. That’s the Gamma Delta spirit!”
The Big Sisters wasted no time in ushering them to a second-floor room where Madison, Cassidy and Elise were already waiting. “Tonight,” Elise informed them, “you’ll be learning how Gamma Delta scholars present themselves. That means dressing appropriately—demure, tidy, and, of course, adorable!” Her wink was conspiratorial.
Madison announced, “We’ve put together some nice ‘study uniforms’ for you. We don’t allow slouches and slobs in the halls of Gamma Delta!” The boys stared, wide-eyed, at the four matching outfits hanging before them. Nate swallowed hard, and Milo’s mouth fell open. Julian nervously fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, and Owen let out a tiny, incredulous snort. It was immediately obvious that things were getting real now.
“You mean… even for doing our homework, we have to wear—?” Milo began.
Madison cut him off with a teasing smile, “That’s right! Skirts, blouses, tights, the whole ensemble. Oh, I promise you’ll get used to it before you know it.”
“Don’t worry,” Cassidy soothed, “we’re going to help you get ready.” The girls each took charge of their new Little Sister and set to work. The boys were issued delicate white silk blouses with peter pan collars and pearl buttons. Knee-length, pleated navy skirts and creamy white tights came next. These were followed by cute ballet-style navy flats with modest heels.
The process of getting dressed was awkward, slow and embarrasing. Nate fumbled with the tiny buttons, his fingers clumsy at the unfamiliar task. Milo held up his skirt uncertainly, as if double-checking how it was supposed to fit. When he pulled his tights up, Julian took a moment to smooth them over his calves, his cheeks burning and his skin tingling with the new sensations.
Once Owen had his blouse on, he pouted at his reflection while Brianna briskly adjusted his collar. “You look darling,” she teased, “very scholarly chic.” Owen then quickly looked away from the mirror with his lips pressed tight. It was almost as if he saw something that frightened him.
Madison said playfully, “Now that you’re all dressed to impress, it’s time for hair!” Elise pulled out a large bin of hair accessories they had obviously gathered for the occasion: pearl and silver barrettes, tasteful hair clips, hairbands in velvet and satin. There were also plenty of combs, brushes and styling products.
Cassidy started with Nate, assessing his thick hair with a discerning eye. She worked in a modest amount of mousse, taming his flyaways with gentle brushstrokes. She swept his bangs to one side and pinned them with a pair of pearl barrettes, creating a cute, feminine fringe. She then brushed the sides back nicely away from his face.
Tara spritzed Milo’s curly hair then worked in a dab of smoothing cream. She used a comb to coax a few curls to sweetly frame his forehead. Parting his hair off-center, she pinned each side with subtle, silvery barrettes. Looking in the mirror, Milo cheeks tinged with surprise at how different he looked.
Elise took charge of Julian and brushed his blonde hair out thoroughly. After applying a touch of product, she parted his hair neatly down the middle. Then, she swept the sides back and tucked them under a slender navy headband. She used a few pins to hold things in place. Then, she tugged gently at the ends to soften them into gentle wisps. “That’s kind of cute,” she said sweetly.
Brianna took on Owen, whose dark hair was longish and straight. She used a dab of styling wax to smooth his hair into a gentle side part. With a little more product, she teased the front into a slight wave added two gleaming silver clips just above his left temple, anchoring the style in place. Owen grunted as he saw himself, but the result was undeniably presentable and feminine.
The boys were amazed at how quickly the sisters had conjured feminine hairstyles out of their unruly mops. “Not bad for the first try,” Madison declared. After a moment’s pause, “Now, for makeup!”
Tara produced a caddy of makeup brushes and shimmery compacts. “Just a touch—mascara, a hint of blush, and a little gloss,” she said, “At Gamma Delta, we always put our best face forward.”
By this point, the boys were no longer protesting. Still, the unsettled looks on their faces spoke volumes. Madison simply grinned and assured them, “It’s all about poise and presentation, and it’s part of our deal.”
“I hope you’re paying attention,” Brianna warned, “soon you’ll be doing all this yourselves!”
Nate’s lashes were brushed lightly, his green eyes framed with unexpected elegance. Milo wriggled nervously as a dab of pink blush brought out the color in his cheeks. Julian sat very still, eyes wide, while Elise traced a glossy tint over his lips. Owen sat quietly while Brianna gave him a quick flick of mascara and a dusting of powder.
In a short time, they blinked at their reflections in amazement and ogled each other. Despite themselves, they realized that they all sort of looked… pretty. Confusing emotions stirred in them all, ranging from nervousness to embarrassment and even to a bit of excitement.
“Well,” said Madison, stepping back to assess the Big Sisters’ efforts, “I do see some promise.”
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A Surprise Detour
The boys barely had time to adjust to their new looks before their Big Sisters gathered around them with an air of excitement. Madison clasped her hands together eagerly, drawing everyone’s attention. “Just one more small thing before study hall,” she announced, eyes sparkling. “Tonight, we need you to take a little pledge so we can make your new ‘Little Sister’ status official… to ‘seal the deal’ so to speak. I’m thrilled that you’ll get to be part of our Gamma Delta tradition!” The boys exchanged bewildered glances, their nerves already on edge after their rapid-fire makeovers. Nobody had mentioned anything about a pledge before.
“Don’t look so nervous, boys!” Madison addressed them again, “all we’re doing is formalizing the agreement you already made to be our honorary Little Sisters.” She went on casually as if this were a perfectly normal and routine thing, “This is just a fun way for you to meet all the other Sisters and let them understand the deal we have.” Her efforts to downplay it all did little to allay their concerns.
Before they could gather their wits to protest, Tara said gently but firmly, “Let’s make sure you’re ready.” In the next instant, they were practically swarmed as their Big Sisters swooped in on them to do final checks. The Big Sisters straightened blouses, smoothed skirts and adjusted barrettes to ensure their Little Sisters looked perfectly presentable—if a bit shell-shocked. Cassidy gave Nate another quick dusting of rosy blush, and Brianna warned Owen to be still while she applied another shiny coat of pink gloss to his lips. With the last touchups complete, Madison gave an approving nod, and the Big Sisters formed a loose, almost protective, circle around their charges.
Before they departed the room, Madison had a few final words, “Now, you’re going to hear some fancy language when we go downstairs. As you might suspect, like all Greek organizations, we have our own rituals and traditions. And like all the rest, we tend to lean into ‘Greek-speak’ now and then.” With a bit of a chuckle, she added “We sorority girls love our pageantry… just try and put on a good show!” She winked at them playfully. Then, the Big Sisters began ushering them out of the upstairs lounge and down the wide staircase.
The short journey downstairs felt surreal. As they descended, their Big Sisters walked beside them, offering encouraging smiles and subtle giggles that only heightened the boys’ sense of anticipation. Downstairs, their shoes clicked softly on the polished floor, and they reached a set of double doors.
Madison knocked on one door with two precise raps, and they silently swung open as if on their own. The flustered boys were led into the main hall of the sorority house. The room was softly lit, and several candles glimmered around the room. Their stomachs began to do backflips as they were marched into the center of the room before the entire Gamma Delta sorority! The rows of Sisters buzzed with excited whispers and a sense of anticipation.
The boys’ embarrassment was acute. They felt painfully exposed with their freshly made-up faces obvious under the soft light. Every dab of blush and touch of mascara made them feel more vulnerable. They were so self-conscious in their delicate blouses, pleated skirts, creamy tights and sparkling barrettes. Being suddenly thrust into the spotlight like this made them want to melt into the floor. Their cheeks flushed and their hearts raced, but there was nowhere to hide.
Holding up her hand, Madison stepped forward and motioned for the boys to stand in a line at the front of the room. Their Big Sisters flanked them, each with a hand resting on a shoulder or elbow to guide them. Their touch was kind but controlling, a subtle reminder of their new roles and who was calling the shots. A hush fell over the room.
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I really like the neatness of their study outfits. It shouldn't be too difficult for them to become accustomed to such nice formal clothes, and be seduced by their comfort and practicality. I hope so, anyway...
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( " at " ) Simonssister - Thanks. You might like to know that you inspired the AI image of the study outfits. I think the ones you have done in "His Aunt Nicole" are cute as well, and I decided to try one.
Glad that you approve!
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Delightful. Loved the photo of the 'Little Sisters' so cute and demure in their school uniforms. Now that they are being introduced to the rest of the Big girls I think their humiliation and embarrassment is just beginning. Wonder how they will be dressed when they go shopping for their pretty frilly and lacey lingerie?
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The Pledge
Madison began to speak in a dramatic tone, “Tonight, we are all privileged to witness a rare ceremony. The candidates before you will make their solemn promise to Gamma Delta... in the Alexionian Society.”
At the mention of the Alexionian Society, an audible wave of excitement and anticipation seemed to sweep through the gathered Sisters. The air was suddenly electric. Members exchanged excited, knowing glances. Several clasped their hands in eager energy, and they all appeared to be fully aware of something significant about to unfold.
Watching this reaction, the four emasculated boys stood frozen at the front of the room, their faces pale with apprehension. They were incredibly confused and mortified. Still wildly uncomfortable in their new feminine skins, each boy felt the weight of curious, excited eyes upon them. They felt incredibly self-conscious of their lacy undergarments and confining dancers’ belts. Their glossy pink lips shone so daintily in the candlelight and seemed to only highlight their embarrassment. The delicate fabrics of their clothing rustled sweetly. Their crisply pleated navy skirts contrasted demurely with the creamy sheen of the tights that clung snugly to their legs. Their patent Mary Janes gleamed brightly with every nervous fidget. Their hands fidgeted with the hems of their skirts or the edges of their silky cuffs, seeking some comfort in the unfamiliar attire, but finding none.
Their hearts continued to pound, and every whispered giggle from the crowd only intensified the boys’ sense of vulnerability.
Madison, sensing she had the room in the palm of her hand, savored the moment. She continued theatrically, “This pledge marks their formal commitment to our sorority and everything we stand for.” With added seriousness, she explained, “Although we refer to them informally as our ‘Little Sisters,’ they are in actuality joining the ‘Alexionian Society.’ The Society holds a beloved place in the traditions and history of Gamma Delta. Its name calls back to the ancient Greek ‘alexis,’ meaning ‘helper.’ The Alexiones play a gentle, supportive role in our Sisterhood as our devoted and faithful helpers. The Alexionian Society is incredibly exclusive. In our history, Gamma Delta has often had years where no new members of the Society were inducted. Even in our chapter here, it has been over three years since our last.”
She let that sink in. Then she announced, “Tonight, we welcome these four… yes, I said four… new members of our cherished Alexionian Society.”
The excitement in the crowd was electric.
With a commanding presence, Madison turned toward the four flustered college freshmen. Like deer caught in the headlights, they froze. The unspoken question was obvious in their panicky eyes, “The Alexionian Society…?”
“Raise your right hands and repeat after me,” Madison instructed, her tone serious and dramatic.
The boys hesitated under the scrutiny of the entire sorority, hopelessly searching one last time for an escape. Instead of a way out, however, they saw several Sisters with their phones out taking pictures and videos! The room was silent, and the tension for the four boys was excruciating. The psychological pressure on them to comply was intense, and they felt like an invisible net had suddenly tightened over them. This net had been crafted throughout the evening: Their rapid feminine transformations, the insistent guidance of their Big Sisters, the overwhelming attention to their appearance, the parade through the house, the suspenseful build-up. Each act of compliance whether it was meekly getting dressed, sitting still for makeup, or allowing themselves to be led like children had put them more off-balance. All of it had landed them here. Now, under the glare of the spotlight, there only seemed to be one path forward.
Then, each of them received a firm, purposeful squeeze of the shoulder from his new Big Sister. Once the first hand began to move, the rest followed. One by one, Nate, Milo, Julian and Owen slowly raised their nervous hands as directed.
Madison read the words aloud, clear and steady. She paused after every line for the boys to repeat:
“I solemnly swear to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta my steadfast devotion as a member of the Alexionian Society. Grateful to be given the privilege of service, I vow to respect and follow Gamma Delta’s values. I will embrace chastity, modesty and grace in all things. I will ever seek to embody kindness, obedience and loyalty. These things I pledge with all my heart, and all my soul, to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta.”
Each boy repeated the pledge, voices quiet and uncertain, as phone cameras flashed around them. Milo’s cheeks burned as he stumbled over the words, and Owen’s voice wavered. Nate spoke so softly he could barely be heard, and Julian’s eyes darted to the ceiling, wishing he could disappear. Their embarrassment was palpable. They’d never felt so exposed. In particular, they all seemed to choke a bit as they promised to “embrace chastity!” They felt so helpless as the walls closed in. It was only made worse knowing that every stammer and blush was being recorded for posterity. But as their last words faded, a wave of applause mixed with some laughter began sweeping through the room.
Some sisters cheered, clapping loudly and calling out praise. “Well done, Little Sisters!” someone shouted. There was teasing too. Elise winked, “Congratulations! Now you’re really in it!” Cassidy giggled, “That’s just the beginning, boys!”
Overwhelmed, the boys stood meekly as a cheerful wave of girlish affection swept over them. They received hugs, gentle pats on the back, and many ultra-feminine air kisses so as not to smudge their makeup. More than one gentle hand glided across the boys’ backs during a hug to intentionally trace the slender lines of their bra straps underneath as if doing an inspection. The air was thick with perfume and laughter. Their faces were still flushed with embarrassment, and they were disoriented by this sudden outpouring of congratulations. Their cheeks grew even rosier at each dainty “mwah!” of another sister’s air kiss wafting by their cheeks.
The boys began catching snippets of conversation that hinted of worrisome things to come. They heard more than one Sister refer to them as “Darlings,” and a couple of Sisters said they “couldn’t wait until Sunday!” The atmosphere turned almost playful, but with an edge.
It also unnerved them that more than one Sister commented on their feminized looks. Nate overheard a pair of Sisters whisper about, "those adorable cheekbones!" Milo caught a comment about "that gorgeous hair.” Julian tried not to react when one Sister said he was "too pretty to be a boy." Owen blushed to hear "His lashes are unreal. Jealous!" Each remark only amplified their discomfort, and they felt like ornaments on display. Surrounded by all these confident Sisters while dressed in their delicate skirts and blouses left them feeling outnumbered and exposed.
As the ceremony mercifully drew to a close and the room slowly emptied, their Big Sisters gathered them together and led them upstairs with gentle, guiding hands. “Now,” Tara announced with a sparkling smile, “It’s finally time for Study Hall!”
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Talk about "out of the frying pan, into the fire"! Wonder when they'll realize they pledged unending (?) servitude/slavery (with fur lined shackles) to their big sisters? Of course the sisters are excited. They haven't had male maids in four years.
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Delightful. Now that the 4 'Little Sisters' have ben inducted into the newly resurrected Alexionian Society will they now be deemed to be the new 'Handmaidens' of the 'Big Sisters' of Gamma Delta and pander to their every wish and command? Will they also have a new dress code?
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Study Hall
As they entered the study lounge, they saw some of the Sisters were already there to begin work on their own studies. The air was still charged with excitement following the drama of the ceremony a few minutes before. Madison quietly announced to the room, “Our new Little Sisters will be joining us for their first study hall this evening.” The boys filed in, their movements careful and almost fragile as they clutched the unfamiliar folds of their navy skirts. Their nerves were still raw from the ordeal downstairs, and as they entered the boys were enveloped by a scene that practically sparkled with feminine energy.
There was another soft ripple of laughter and some delighted murmurs from the sisters scattered at nearby tables. One girl noted again, “They look so cute, and those skirts are just everything!” Another chimed in, “Absolutely precious! Just look at those fresh faces.” They were all clearly still amused by the spectacle of these new Little Sisters.
Unsettled and embarrassed, the boys blushed under the collective gaze. Their clingy tights and delicate blouses made them feel so feminine and exposed. They cringed in embarrassment. They had so many questions, but they were afraid to speak. They knew it was time to hit the books.
Soon, the Gamma Delta study lounge buzzed with gentle energy as all the sisters resumed their own work. The walls were hung with photographs—groups of sisters posing happily, celebrating victories and offering silent proof of the sorority’s spirit of camaraderie. The boys found their places at a large round table. With their notebooks and textbooks arranged before them, they tried to study. Their darling clothes and the subtle fragrances of powder and lip gloss kept their senses on edge.
Madison told them quietly, “Our study hall isn’t just about homework. It’s about supporting each other, asking questions, and learning together. Gamma Deltas always help their Little Sisters succeed.”
The boys shared a collective grimace but tried to tackle their homework. Dressed as they were and still unsettled by the shock of the ceremony, they found it nearly impossible to concentrate.
Nate found himself tugging discreetly at the edge of his navy skirt, hyper-aware of how his tights hugged his legs. Several times, Tara had to tell Milo to stop fidgeting with the collar of his airy blouse which earned him embarrassing glances from the assembled sisters. Julian restlessly shuffled his ballet flats against the carpet. Owen sat more rigidly. He was acutely aware of his delicate makeup and feminine clothes, and his discomfort was obvious.
As the Big Sisters tackled their own coursework, they occasionally floated from seat to seat and offered help with tricky math problems or essay outlines, perfume swirling in the air. Between whispered hints and sweet giggles, the Big Sisters found countless little excuses to dote on their new charges.
During the course of study hall, the Big Sisters made sure each boy got to experience a quick “lip gloss refresh.” Periodically, Madison would quietly tap a shoulder and gesture to a Big Sister, and the selected boy would be gently but insistently escorted to a pastel ottoman in the far corner. It was placed in a spot painstakingly chosen to ensure maximum visibility from across the lounge. Each boy was then instructed to sit with his knees pressed together and hands folded daintily in his lap. During these little moments, each boy blushed brightly as his Big Sister smoothed another shimmering layer of gloss onto his lips under the cringing gaze of his peers and all the other Sisters. Sometimes, the Big Sister would tease by pausing dramatically, holding the boy’s chin with gentle fingers and tilting his face so everyone could watch his transformation. The ritual left them squirming in embarrassment, their lips shiny and sweetly scented.
Despite it all, the boys began to relax slightly, and they were somewhat surprised to find that the Big Sisters seemed genuinely interested in their academic progress.
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Looks like the 'Little girls' are becoming more resigned to their new roles. At least the 'Big Girls' of Gamma delta have confined themselves to only mild teasing and seem happy to assist them in their studies. Wonder how long it will last?
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A Gamma Delta Primer
When the hour reached eight, Madison cheerfully announced that it was time for the boys to get their first lesson in the history and lore of Gamma Delta. Most of the other Sisters in the room turned their chairs to watch. Madison then produced a neat stack of study packets. The booklet covers were stamped with the sorority crest, and she distributed them with the flourish of someone unveiling treasure. Her voice took on an air of ceremony. “Tonight, you’ll begin to appreciate what it means to be part of the Gamma Delta fold. This isn’t just a sorority—it’s a tradition, a legacy, and a family. And as our Little Sisters, the newest members of the Alexionian Society, you are going to learn all about our history, values, and what makes Gamma Delta special.”
The boys exchanged pained looks as their Big Sisters gathered around, ready to guide where needed. Madison’s tone grew even more serious as she continued: “I want you to understand that starting now, you must apply yourselves with the utmost diligence. Mastering all the material in these packets is not optional. You will be expected to know by heart every aspect of Gamma Delta history, tradition, and lore.”
Madison let that sink in, and then she began the lesson, her tone serious. “Let’s start with our motto: ‘Sisterhood in Service and Strength.’ It’s more than words. It’s a promise that every member supports one another and works toward bettering themselves and the community.” She pointed to a banner overhead, where the Greek letters "Gamma" and "Delta" were displayed in elegant gold script. “Gamma Delta—those letters stand for ‘growth and change,’ the twin pillars upon which all our rituals and goals rest.”
Madison then instructed the boys to open their packets to the first section on Gamma Delta’s core values. She read aloud, “The five core values of Gamma Delta are Service, Integrity, Growth, Unity, and Leadership. Each value guides the actions, traditions and expectations for every Gamma Delta.”
The boys saw that each value was accompanied by a section on its importance and application. Every value also had a corresponding set of reflection questions, which, Madison explained seriously, they would answer in writing and turn in by next Monday. The feminized college boys seemed to deflate as their workload grew, and they looked adorably restless. Before moving on, Madison said firmly, “Take your responses seriously.” She warned. “You’ll need to put real thought into your answers, because points will be at stake.” The boys exchanged more uneasy glances.
Cassidy then spoke, “Our traditions are so very important.” She continued gaily, “In your study guides, you’ll learn all about the symbolism behind our colors—rose pink and silver. You’ll understand why our official flower, the cream-colored rose, embodies the Gamma Delta spirit. You’ll also find in your handouts the lyrics for our official hymn, ‘The Shining Eyes of Gamma Delta.’”
Fumbling in his booklet, Nate found the page detailing the sorority’s song, complete with annotated sheet music and suggested choreography.
“I highly suggest you begin memorizing the words right away,” Cassidy advised them. Then she added with a wink, “But don’t worry, you’ll be singing it by next Thursday.”
Nate practically winced as he scanned the extensive performance notes.
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Oops!!. Seems there is more than anticipated to becoming a 'Little Sister' of the Alexionian Society. Wonder what the punishment is for failing any of the courses. Humiliating I should think. Look forward to next episodes.
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Becoming Delta Darlings… and a Warning
The boys then learned more about the Alexionian Society they had just joined. They were told it was also occasionally referred to as “The Society of the Alexiones.” They soon realized they were far from the first college boys to become reluctant Little Sisters. Almost all the “Alexiones” before them had been “drafted” in one way or another. In addition to being knowledge experts on Gamma Delta, their new role was to be “helpers” for the Sisterhood in a variety of ways. It seemed their central role was to provide cheerful, diligent service supporting the ideals of Gamma Delta.
Madison explained that their service could encompass a wide range of activities—academic work, errands, charity work, occasional chores and even… entertainment. When she mentioned that last one, her lips curled in an almost devious way. The boys squirmed, worried about what was to come and acutely aware of their feminine skirts and blouses.
Madison continued, “You’ll be expected to embody service with grace, and of course, you won’t be joining any of the fraternities.” The boys were somewhat dismayed to learn that. Madison added succinctly, “You’re on a different path now, and anyway you won’t have the time.” Although Julian had no plans to join a fraternity, the other three had harbored various levels of interest. They felt a small pang of loss to have those aspirations squashed so dismissively and decisively.
As Madison outlined their new roles, the boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, feeling the soft fabrics slide against their skin as constant reminders of how their world had changed. They discovered that the oath they took was formally called the “The Alexion’s Pledge.” Apparently each of them was now officially an “Alexion,” together they were “Alexiones,” and they had joined the “Alexionian Society” It was a lot to keep straight. They also learned about other informal nicknames used to describe boys in their current situation.
“‘Alexiones,’ and ‘the Alexionian Society’ are such mouthfuls though, and the ‘Society of the Alexiones’ is almost a meal by itself,” Tara said with a wry smile. She explained, “We don’t use those terms much in everyday conversation… mostly just for ceremonies.” She told them the Sisters also needed a simple way to differentiate them from the “real” Little Sisters who were pledging Gamma Delta and would eventually become full Sisters. With a playful twinkle in her eye, Tara continued, “So you four are our newest ‘Delta Darlings!’”
“‘Delta Darlings’…?” Nate asked hesitantly as the cutesy term seemed to almost stick in his throat. It even felt embarrassing to say it as he tentatively tried out the overly sissyish term.
Tara smiled and said with a wink, “That’s right. You’re a ‘Delta Darling’ now… Darling!” Several stifled giggles were audible at Tara’s teasing wordplay. The boys shifted uncomfortably, their faces growing even redder. It was clear that Tara and the other Sisters were genuinely delighted to see the boys put in their new, distinctly subordinate roles.
Tara went on, “There’s some interesting history to it. Back in the early days, they initially used the term ‘Little Darlings’ for boys like you. Over time, that kind of morphed into ‘Delta Darlings,’ and ‘Little Darlings’ was used less. I think the idea was to put more of a ‘Delta’ stamp on you,” she added brightly. A few more nicknames came and went over the years like ‘Delta Dolls’ and ‘Little Gammas.’ There was a time in the 70s they used ‘Petal Boys’ occasionally, but that was just a short fad. We mostly use ‘Delta Darlings’ today, but you’ll still hear ‘Darlings’ for short.”
Wearing a nervous frown, Owen began to speak with a trace of whiny protest in his voice, “But, do we really have to—?”
“Yes,” Brianna interrupted and cut him off, “Yes, you do.” Then she added, “It’s OK to ask questions, sweetheart, but you lose a point for that tone.” It was an obvious warning shot… for all of them.
The boys’ cheeks all flushed, clearly unsettled by the swift response to this very mild hint of resistance. The lesson was clear. They also collectively cringed at the girlish nickname now attached to them. It was troubling to realize there seemed to be a whole structure and plan reserved for boys in their predicament. It became obvious this was more than some random sorority lark. The recognition made them worry even more.
Tara then continued as if nothing had happened and directed their attention back to their booklets. She pointed out a timeline of key events. “We cherish our rich history,” she started, “Gamma Delta was founded in 1928 by six independent women who wanted to create a supportive space for female students at this university. You’ll need to know each founder’s full name and explain her contributions to our legacy. You can find all their portraits in the hallway, and I highly encourage you to study their biographies thoroughly.”
Turning the page in his handout, Milo noticed a chart listing all the chapter presidents since the founding.
Tara continued, “You’ll also need to memorize all the chapter presidents in order and the years they served, and of course you’ll be responsible for knowing all our current officers.” She gestured at a photo collage on the lounge wall showing the current board members, encouraging each boy to match faces to names. Their hearts began to sink as they realized just how many names and dates they’d be expected to rattle off on demand.
“The alumna section is also very important,” Elise added, flipping to a list of notable graduates and their accomplishments, “Details matter! During our Thursday study halls we’ll be doing ‘Alumna Spotlights,’ so each week, you will one choose one distinguished graduate you admire and make a short presentation describing her contributions, achievements and why you chose her.” She grinned, “You have so many to choose from!”
Madison added, “And don’t overlook the appendix. That’s where you’ll find important things like our code of conduct, tips on dressing for success and a list of our recent philanthropic projects. There’s also a helpful section on etiquette tips at chapter events such as how to greet visiting alumnae, the correct way to introduce yourself and how to write thank-you notes.”
Then, it got worse. With an almost nonchalant air, she said, “The study guides are obviously just to get you started.” She gestured to a large bookcase in the corner filled with thick, leather-bound volumes, “Over there are our annual histories… one volume for every year. Of course, you’ll need to become familiar with how it’s all organized so you can quickly find anything you need, but you should start with the basics in the handouts.”
As the Big Sisters made their expectations crystal clear, the boys’ discomfort grew. The sheer volume of information—names, dates, songs, symbols—loomed like an avalanche. Sitting there meekly in their adorable matching skirts and blouses, they realized how hopelessly screwed they were.
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Sounds like the little 'Delta Darlings' are in for a tough time. I think there is going to be a lot of punishment meted out. Interesting to see what form this will take.
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The Evening's Close
Later, when their first study hall finally ended, the boys packed up their things and made sure to take their new Gamma Delta study guides with them. The newly minted Delta Darlings dejectedly went back to change into their regular clothes. They were each acutely aware of the soft swish of their skirts and the gentle cling of lace against their skin. Nate gave a small sigh of relief as he tugged on his familiar jeans and hoodie. The coarse denim and loose cotton felt reassuringly ordinary, but the ritual of changing back into his regular clothes suddenly felt far from routine. The delicate lace beneath his clothes reminded him that he was still in uncharted territory, and it not for the first time of the evening he found himself having an unwelcome physical reaction to his frilly panties. Although they didn’t discuss it, he was not the only one. Milo, always one to maintain a brave facade, moved with more composure. On the surface, he appeared somewhat less self-conscious as he neatly hung up his Gamma Delta study clothes.
Julian moved deliberately and seemed to linger a bit, hanging his skirt and blouse on their hangers with gentle care. His fingers traced the soft fabric almost wistfully. He blushed as he realized what he was doing. Owen changed rapidly, his face set. His motions were almost mechanical. He tried to ignore the persistent tickling of his lacy bra beneath his shirt, and his heart beat rapidly as the events of the evening crashed down on him.
As they left the Gamma Delta house, the boys walked in near silence as they became lost in their own thoughts. By going through tonight’s “initiations,” they had each been awarded 10 points. They should have had 40 points, but their group total stood at 39 toward the goal of 1000 after Owen’s lost point. It seemed hollow, however, as they realized all the potential ways in their future to rapidly lose ground. The boys had the distinct impression that the Sisters had taken it easy on them since it was the first night.
Still trying to make sense of what they had gone through, Owen broke the quiet with a pointed question, “Does anybody still think this is going to be over in a month?”
The silence that followed provided a clear answer.
Nate finally sighed quietly, “Don’t forget to do your journals tonight, guys.”
Their first study hall evening had left them all feeling exhausted and spent. They seemed to heave a collective sigh to be reminded of yet another task ahead. They drifted slowly apart and trudged to their own rooms, trying not to be noticed in their still made-up faces. Each boy was acutely aware of the unfamiliar feel of mascara on their lashes and the faint shimmer of gloss on their lips. The fear of being recognized or called out by the other guys in the dorm sent their hearts racing. Every distant laugh, every creak of a door, made them tense, worrying that someone would catch sight of their prettily made-up faces. Once back in their own rooms, they all soon discovered that removing their makeup was a chore in itself. Even after some wiping, they found their cheeks still tinged with stubborn color and felt all the more exposed for it. Their makeup seemed to determinedly hang on despite their efforts. Then, they all reluctantly sat down to process their emotions and begin writing in their journals about being transfomed into “Delta Darlings.”
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Lace and Grace
On Wednesday afternoon, the boys assembled in the quad. They quickly had realized they couldn’t really postpone shopping for new lingerie, since they only had the one set each. Their Big Sisters had dropped strong hints about a particular boutique in the quaint college town with knowing smiles and cryptic encouragement. The task ahead felt daunting, and they exchanged uneasy glances as they set off together. Lingerie shopping was uncharted territory, and the prospect of selecting such intimate things made their cheeks burn with embarrassment and nerves.
The disquieted Little Sisters slowly made their way to “Lace and Grace.” As they approached the cozy shop, the boutique’s window display sparkled in the afternoon sun. In the display window, delicate pastel bras hung alongside embroidered silk robes and a multitude of other dainty and feminine apparel.
Nate paused, uncertain. “Are we really doing this?” Nate muttered, his voice wavering.
Milo tried a brave smile, “Let’s just… get in and out, quick as possible.” Then Milo nudged Nate through the door first.
Every head seemed to turn at the soft tinkle of the bell above the door. Although there were only a couple of other customers, they were all surprised to see the four cringing college boys enter. The incredibly feminine space glowed with soft pinks and lavenders, and the air was thick with the scents of sachets and soft new fabrics. Velvet chairs and gilded mirrors enhanced the overall sense of feminine elegance.
Two of the store clerks, Anna and Becca, recognized the boys immediately from the moment they stepped in. They smiled mischievously at each other. They knew precisely why the boys were there. Anna, feigning ignorance, approached first and said, “Welcome to Lace & Grace.” She then asked with playful curiosity, “Are we shopping for our girlfriends today?”
“Or maybe your sisters?” Becca chimed in, her voice teasingly sweet. “We have some beautiful sets for gifts, if you’re not sure what to pick.”
None of the boys knew how to say the words, so they just stood there in cringy silence.
Becca let the pained silence linger for a moment. Then, she exchanged a glance with Anna before adopting a mock-serious tone. “So, if it’s not for sisters or girlfriends, what brings you in today?” she asked, eyes twinkling.
Milo fidgeted, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and Julian stared at his shoes. The boys exchanged desperate glances, each silently willing the others to speak up first. Finally, Owen cleared his throat and stammered, “Actually… uh… it’s not for anyone else. We’re… shopping for ourselves.”
Anna’s brows shot up in mock surprise, and Becca’s lips curled into a knowing grin. “Oh really?” Anna replied, feigning innocence. “That’s so fun! You want some pretty things for yourselves?” Grinning, she pointed to a delicate pair of lavender panties on the nearest rack. She asked innocently, “What did you have in mind? Perhaps something soft and lacy like these here? Or maybe something a bit more sheer?” Her eyes sparkled as Owen’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.
Nate attempted to explain, his face nearly as pink as the pastel bras on display. “Well, umm… we already have some… but we need more.” He added weakly, “It’s, uh, a sorority thing.” His feeble words hung awkwardly in the air. His explanation didn’t seem to explain much at all.
“A sorority thing?” Becca asked teasingly, “I didn’t know boys could join sororities, but more power to you!” Anna couldn’t hold back a laugh, and Becca giggled with her, their amusement genuine but not unkind. With a wink, Becca said softly, “Relax boys, we’re Gamma Deltas—Madison told us you might stop by.”
Anna added somewhat conspiratorially, “Just so you know, we have a surprisingly large clientele of trans women… and also quite a few adventurous and open-minded men… more than you might expect. So we are well ‘equipped’ in all kinds of frilly things that might match your anatomy!” She chuckled a bit more as she finished.
The boys didn’t know whether to feel relieved or even more uneasy.
A moment later, Anna said, “Well let’s get started then! This is going to be such fun!” Her tone was warm, but her eyes danced with playful mischief.
Then, Anna and Becca led them over to some of the racks of frilly, lacy lingerie sets. “Alright, boys, drop your jackets,” Anna instructed, “we need to check your sizes—bust, waist, hips, and all that.”
The boys reluctantly placed their jackets on one of the velvet chairs, and Anna and Becca set to work collecting their measurements. Anna started with Owen, wrapping the measuring tape around his torso. She smiled, “Let’s get your bust first—stand up nice and tall, sweetie.”
Meanwhile Becca sized up Julian and remarked on his graceful build. The two clerks quickly got what they needed and began holding up delicate bra and panty sets on the cringing boys. They began a running commentary on which ones suited them best. The two sisters then began interrogating the boys on their preferences for colors, fabrics and styles. They insistently coaxed the Little Sisters to be more specific about the lingerie they wanted.
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Delightful. Now the Delta Darlings are finally shopping for their frilly lingerie I hope the girls tempt them into buying the girliest and frilliest sets available in lovely pastel colours. Look forward to next episode.
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Appreciate the nice comments BabyJay! I have a lot of raw material for this story. Keep trying to organize it to make it more manageable and entertaining ;) More soon...
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So glad your writing. I have missed the little sisters. Your writing is so descriptive it's almost like i am their watching the story unfold. Keep up the good work. Thank you.
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Pretty Unmentionables
Anna started with Milo, who was nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “Now let’s just find out what you like, sweetie! Pastels? Satin? Ruffles?” she prompted, her tone friendly but insistent. Her words flowed in a gentle, coaxing rhythm, drawing Milo’s attention to the array of delicate fabrics glimmering under the shop’s soft, golden lights. Rows of bralettes in creamy pinks and airy blues hung nearby with their fluttery lace edges prominently displayed.
Milo stammered, “Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
Anna reassured him, “Oh don’t worry, it’s fun! Let’s start with color. Are you feeling something soft like blush pink, or maybe something bold and fun?” The boys exchanged uncertain glances, clearly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar choices and the enthusiastic attention from Anna and Becca.
Milo had stammered, “Um, I’m not sure—I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
The boys stole glances at each other as Anna and Becca barreled ahead. Anna explained the things she thought they would need: Discreet but stylish bralettes and panties, perhaps a slip or two, and maybe another couple of pieces “just for fun.” Although it was done with sweetness, Anna and Becca seemed intent on making the experience as instructive—and overwhelming—as possible.
At one point Julian finally found his voice and offered softly, “Maybe, uh… something, uh… a little lacy… but not too fancy?”
Becca’s eyes lit up in response as she held up yet another set, “This one would look amazing on you! The lace trim is so sweet, and plus, it matches your eyes!” She winked, causing Julian to redden.
There was no room for protest. The boys were given shopping baskets, and the sisters started filling them with all manner of delicate underthings—frilly bralettes, sheer mesh panties, creamy slips, pastel camisoles, and even a pair of ruffled tap shorts for each of them which she said would be “perfect for a cozy night in.”
Anna explained, “You need a basic wardrobe: bralettes and panties, a slip for dressier occasions and at least one special piece for fun. Maybe a teddy or babydoll.” She held up a shimmering lavender babydoll for Owen. “This is for special occasions, sweetie.” Owen gulped.
In no time, each boy had begun to amass his own treasure trove of frilly, lacy and satiny underthings.
At one point, Nate had hesitated, cheeks burning. “Um, do you really think we need… all this?” he asked as he gingerly held up a set that was covered in especially elaborate ruffles and pastel bows.
Anna grinned, “Absolutely. Trust us—it will make you feel so much more special. She added playfully, “the more bows, the better!”
Becca chimed in as she cheerfully held up another cute set to Owen, “I think this one has your name all over it!”
After the whirlwind of basket-filling and giggles, Anna and Becca shepherded the boys toward the changing rooms at the back of Lace and Grace. The boys hesitated at the threshold, unsure whether to step forward or linger, nervously clutching their overflowing baskets of lingerie. Anna and Becca were undeterred by their hesitation, herding them gently forward with encouraging smiles and teasing comments.
“No dawdling now,” Anna chirped, tapping the back of Owen’s basket. “Time to see how these look on you!”
The girls decided to pick out a set for each embarrassed boy to try on to make sure all their new selections would fit. Anna and Becca, acting every bit like personal stylists, began sorting through the contents of the boys’ baskets. In no time, they pulled out matching lingerie sets for each boy, their choices deliberate: blush-pink lace for Milo, dreamy lavender mesh for Owen, angelic white for Nate, and mint-green satin for Julian.
As Becca passed Julian the set she had chosen for him, her tone was gently teasing. “Here you go, sweetie. Don’t worry, you’ll look adorable.”
Soon, the boys found themselves inside the changing stalls. The stalls were just big enough for a bench and a small mirror, the walls painted in soothing lavender and pale rose. Despite the gentle décor, the boys’ nerves were on edge. The unfamiliar laces and satins seemed to shimmer in the soft light, promising more self-conscious embarrassment. The boys fumbled with the bralettes and panties, their cheeks burning in the privacy of their stalls. The delicate materials were soft against their skin, whisper-light and unexpectedly comfortable. The girlish silhouettes reflected in the mirrors seemed almost unreal.
Outside, Anna and Becca kept up a steady stream of encouragement, their voices floating through the gaps above the doors. “Let us know if you need help!” Anna called, feigning innocence. “We’re experts!”
“OK, let’s see how you look,” Becca called out brightly after a few short minutes.
Realizing they had no option, the Little Darlings all opened their changing room doors and stepped out tentatively into the softly lit space, each enveloped in delicate layers of frilly unmentionables. Their dancer’s belts ensured that every detail—private and otherwise—remained perfectly modest, their silhouettes shaped into sweet, unmistakably feminine outlines for Anna and Becca to inspect. Red-faced, they stood there while Anna and Becca smiled condescendingly at them and remarked on how pretty and feminine they looked.
Anna's eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Oh my gosh, you all look absolutely darling!” she cooed, her voice lilting with delight. “Owen, that lavender really brings out the color in your cheeks—so precious!” She reached out to gently fluff the ruffles on his bralette, grinning as Owen squirmed under her approving gaze.
Becca was practically bouncing on her toes, “Julian, turn around—yes, just like that! Oh, look at that little bow in the back! You’re so cute I can barely stand it.” She let out a giggle. “And Nate, that white lace makes you look like an absolute angel. I think you were made for this!”
After several minutes of being inspected and gawked at, Anna relented with a flourish. “All right, boys, I think those will work splendidly!” she declared, her tone both merciful and mischievous, “you can get changed now and we’ll get everything wrapped up.”
The boys exhaled in collective relief, grateful to shed the spotlight of inspection and slip back into their familiar jeans and T-shirts. With fumbling fingers, they eagerly reached for their discarded clothing, pulling on shirts and pants as quickly as possible. But the delicate sensation of lace, mesh, and satin against their skin remained, a constant, intimate reminder of their new wardrobes. Underneath their everyday outfits, the new bralettes and panties hugged them with every movement, whisper-light and unmistakably present.
As the Little Darlings reemerged from their changing stalls, the girls exchanged sly glances, clearly pleased with the result. “You’ll be wearing these all day, just like any other girl would,” Becca said, her smile sweet but unyielding.
The boys shifted awkwardly, tugging at their collars and adjusting their waistbands, conscious of the pretty secrets they now carried beneath their clothes. With each step, the soft fabrics brushed their skin, making them acutely aware of their new reality and of Anna and Becca’s satisfied, approving gazes.
In the end, each of them now had his own lingerie “starter kit.” The girls outfitted them with accessories—a mesh wash bag, lavender sachets, and a card with tips on laundering lingerie. The sisters also insisted on giving them a generous “Gamma Delta” discount and remarked how they were certain the boys would return soon. The boys self-consciously left Lace and Grace with large pastel pink shopping bags full of their new delicate unmentionables.
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Delightful. 4 Happy?? Little Sisters with their new Frilly, Lacy Lingerie. How nice of Anna and Becca to help them choose what they wanted. How long before they go back for their pretty little Party Dresses which I feel sure the Gamma Delta will insist they buy for their Annual Party. Look forward to next episode.
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Getting Dressed for Another Study Hall
On Thursday, a full hour before study hall was scheduled to begin, the boys tiptoed into the Gamma Delta house, their nervous anticipation palpable in every hesitant step and flushed cheek. Tonight, they understood, would require a much deeper commitment to their new roles—tonight, they would have to take a more active part in preparing themselves as proper Delta Darlings.
All the Big Sisters kept a watchful eye on their charges. They were ready to coach and intervene as needed. The Big Sisters set the tone early, their voices light with mischief. “Tonight, you’re in charge,” Tara called out cheerfully, her eyes glittering with amusement. Elise chimed in, “Remember, you need to cooperate and help out your fellow Little Sisters. Sisterhood is beautiful!”
The boys silently began to undress and change into their Gamma Delta study clothes. Though they tried to avoid each other’s eyes, they couldn’t help but steal furtive glances at one another’s new bralettes and panties… the results of yesterday’s shopping excursion to Lace and Grace.
Now, standing together at the sorority house, their darling lingerie was on full display. Milo wore a soft blush-pink bra with scalloped lace edging and a matching pair of panties adorned with tiny satin bows at the hips. Owen’s new set was a soft lavender, the bra constructed of sheer mesh with embroidered violet flowers winding across the cups. His panties were edged with ruffles and boasted a tiny rosette at the center. Nate wore an angelic white bralette trimmed with scalloped lace and delicate satin bows at the straps, paired with matching panties that sported a sheer mesh panel at the hips. Julian looked adorable in his pale mint-green bra with charming lace trim along the cups and thin satin straps. His matching satin panties were trimmed in the same lace with a tiny green bow at the waistband.
All their panties remained nicely flat and feminine in front thanks to their snug dancer’s belts. The confining belts ensured that each pair of dainty panties lay delicately to enhance the overall feminine look.
The Big Sisters couldn’t help but admire their Little Sisters’ new fashion choices. Cassidy said sweetly, “You are all adorable! I love your new underthings!”
Brianna nodded enthusiastically, adding, “Those pastel colors suit you. I see Lace and Grace strikes again!”
Tara called out to Milo, “Oh Little Sis, that blush pink is just precious on you!”
The boys exchanged mortified glances, shuffling their feet and tugging self-consciously at their bras and panties. Every compliment seemed to make them squirm even more. After a few minutes, the boys managed to get themselves dressed in their study outfits without too much drama. Still, the Big Sisters did enjoy watching Milo and Owen struggle to get the seams of their tights even.
When it came to hair and makeup, however, the Big Sisters had to step in much more often After watching some initial missteps, they directed the boys to pair up and help each other, so Nate was paired with Milo, and Julian with Owen. The boys were painstakingly coached through doing each other’s hair and makeup under the Big Sisters close supervision. All the Big Sisters thought it was so cute and fun to watch!
As the boys fumbled with blush brushes and mascara wands, their Big Sisters encouraged and corrected them nonstop. Julian's hands shook slightly as he began applying Owen’s lipstick, apologizing when he smudged it a tad.
Here and there, the Big Sisters intervened. Cassidy gently corrected Nate’s mascara technique with a soft, “Let me show you a trick,” while Elise showed Julian how to reposition Owen’s crooked hair clips and smooth his flyaway strands just right. Brianna quickly chided Owen as he applied Julian’s blush, “Less is more sweetie!”
By the time the last curl was prettily teased into place and the final gloss dabbed onto parted lips, the boys looked at one another with a mixture of helplessness and bashfulness. After an hour of getting ready, the boys stood shoulder to shoulder, hair neatly styled, makeup done adequately and skirts swishing as they shifted nervously. The boys felt awkward and exposed as their Big Sisters did a final check to make sure they were presentable.
With skirts smoothed, curls in place and cheeks sweetly dusted, they stood in front of Madison as she needed to talk with them again.
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Another Study Hall Begins
“All right, Little Sisters,” Madison announced, “before we start study hall, let’s talk a bit about Sunday. It’ll be your first major event as Delta Darlings and a chance to earn gobs of points!”
The boys glanced at one another, anxiety prickling up their spines. Their girlish appearances once again left them feeling acutely self-conscious. They all looked undeniably feminine in their dainty silk blouses, demure navy skirts, and tights that hugged them snugly from waist to ankle. It was bad enough wearing makeup and adorably feminine hairstyles, but the knowledge that they had done it to themselves seemed to make it worse. Their delicate curls were pinned sweetly with pretty barrettes and shimmering clips that caught the light. Their faces were delicately dusted with petal-pink blush, and their lips were glossy and sweetly tinted. Their feminine lashes fluttered beneath carefully applied mascara. Even the scent of light floral perfume clinging to their skin reminded them how different, how exposed, they felt now.
Madison continued, “As we mentioned before, you’ll be getting your salon ‘field trip’ on Saturday. You’ll all be heading to La Belle Vie with your Big Sisters. It’s makeover time!” she enthused. She continued, “Your Big Sisters will work with the stylists to ‘find your look.’ I won’t spoil all the surprises now, but on Sunday night, you’ll get to show off your adorable new looks for the entire chapter!” With a devious grin, she added, “We’re going to have so much fun!”
For a moment, the room was silent but for the faint rustling of skirts. Milo’s mouth dropped open; Owen clutched the hem of his blouse; Nate’s face paled several shades, and Julian’s eyes grew wide as saucers. Their stomachs did somersaults at the thought of parading themselves, fully made up and coiffed, before all the sisters. The threat of the even more public spectacle seemed to outweigh the embarrassment of their current state. The prospect of being put on full display, their femininity so carefully crafted and so conspicuously visible, made the embarrassment nearly overwhelming. Their tights and dancer’s belts felt even more confining, as if they were being gently but constantly reminded of their delicate presentation.
The Big Sisters, on the other hand, were nearly giddy with excitement, exchanging gleeful glances and already brainstorming outfit themes and looks for their Little Sisters’ debuts!
Madison grinned at their collective discomfort. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your Big Sisters guiding you every step. You’ll represent Gamma Delta with style and grace. And remember—points will be awarded for poise, creativity, and, of course, teamwork.”
The boys nodded mutely, the reality of the challenge settling in, but with so many questions still unanswered. Suddenly, every detail of their appearance seemed magnified.
As the Big Sisters again marched them into the study lounge, the boys’ nerves were wound tight, their thoughts already racing ahead to whatever Sunday would entail and the transformations awaiting them at La Belle Vie. The room was already filled with other Gamma Delta sisters scattered at tables, poring over textbooks and laptops. The boys’ cheeks burned as all eyes flicked up, many sisters smirking or whispering behind perfectly manicured hands. Each step made their tights whisper against their legs, and the glossy Mary Jane flats clicked softly on the wooden floor, emphasizing their conspicuous femininity.
Settling awkwardly into their seats, the unfamiliar sensations of makeup—powder on their cheeks, mascara on their lashes—again felt foreign and unavoidable. Their skirts swished as they shifted, and every movement seemed to announce their transformation. With every page they turned, they became hyper-aware of the contrast between themselves and the more casually dressed sisters, making concentration nearly impossible as butterflies danced in their stomachs and self-consciousness prickled at their skin.
When the clock struck eight, it was time for another session on Gamma Delta’s history, traditions and lore.
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The Next History Lesson
Before beginning their next lesson, Madison interjected slyly, “Hold up, Delta Darlings. We have one last thing before we dive in!” Her voice echoed with authority in the sorority’s study lounge. Smiling mischievously, she gestured to the boys and insisted, “We can’t have our newest sisters looking anything less than perfect. Time to freshen up your makeup!” The Big Sisters nodded in agreement and passed little compacts, tubes of lip gloss, and bright pink blush across the table. As the boys hesitated, cheeks reddening, Madison added, “We always want our Delta Darlings putting their best faces forward!”
The boys, mortified yet obedient, began sheepishly touching up one another’s makeup under the pleased eyes of the assembled Sisters. Milo dabbed more powder blush onto Julian’s cheeks, while Owen, hands shaking a bit, carefully reapplied another coat of shimmering lip gloss to Nate’s lips, his own lashes fluttering under a fresh swoop of mascara courtesy of Nate’s efforts a moment before. Each exchange was accompanied by awkward expressions and nervous glances, and the sight of the boys—delicate in their dainty blouses, navy skirts, and tights—sent a ripple of delighted whispers through the Gamma Delta sisters. With every stroke of powder and swipe of lipstick, their embarrassment grew; self-consciousness prickled their skin as they felt the approving gazes and gentle teasing of the Gamma Deltas. The study lounge buzzed with delighted chuckles as the Gamma Delta sisters watched the Little Darlings touch up each other’s makeup. The four boys’ dainty hands trembled with embarrassment as they repeatedly exchanged many pained looks. Their discomfort was plain as they dabbed and blended, forced to perform the most delicate and girlish rituals in full view of a roomful of delighted Gamma Deltas. As a last little touch, Tara insisted that Julian hold still while she prodded Milo to straighten up his friend’s darling hairband.
Tara giggled, “Aren’t they just the cutest little sweethearts now?”
Brianna chimed in, “They’re just precious aren’t they?”
The sisters shared knowing glances, reveling in the transformation of their Little Darlings. The boys, cheeks flushing deeper, could hardly meet anyone’s eyes. Their skirts swished and tights whispered with every nervous move.
Once everyone’s everyone’s makeup was nicely freshened, Elise began the lesson by filling them in on some more of the sorority’s informal lingo and even the playful but somewhat subversive nickname they occasionally used among themselves: “the Gay-Delts.” She explained, “It started as a little bit of cheeky wordplay that nods to our reputation as a safe haven for anyone who celebrates difference and authenticity.”
The boys also learned that some sisters, especially the newer ones, were sometimes called “Rosebuds,” nodding to their official flower and the sense of blossoming within the group. “Although,” she added with a chuckle, “I’ve heard Delta Darlings called Rosebuds now and then, too!”
“Great,” the boys collectively thought, “another nickname.”
Elise told them that the chapter’s gatherings were sometimes called “Silver Circles,” referencing their official colors and the idea of a safe, shining community.
After a few more history notes, it came time for the Little Sisters to deliver their assigned Alumna Spotlight presentations. Unfortunately for the Delta Darlings, that’s when things took a turn.
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Blunders and Mistakes
Nate was first up and nervously began his presentation. He quickly got a couple of dates confused and omitted key details on his chosen alumna’s roles in the sorority’s traditions. Brianna interrupted him with a sigh, “That’s not accurate, Nate. Did you check your sources?” Then, she added sharply, “You lose two points for lack of accuracy.”
As he continued, he was stopped again. Elise, sounding genuinely disappointed, posed the question, “Did you read anything outside the study booklet, Nate? These women are legends. You owe it to them to get the facts right!” Nate felt so exposed and vulnerable in his pretty tights and delicate blouse as his face turned red. He usually was prepared for his assignments, but they had been flooded with so many things so quickly that he hadn’t put in his normal effort… he hadn’t had time. To his dismay, he became strangely agitated under his confining dancer’s belt and tights as he got more flustered. He muttered a humiliated apology, but the damage was done; another point left the scoreboard. After another couple of minutes and more lost points, Nate’s presentation mercifully ended.
Julian went after Nate. As he was speaking, it was clear from their body language that the Sisters were still unhappy. Julian glanced at Owen helplessly, feeling the pressure mounting as Tara interrupted, “Julian, you’re just reading straight from the booklet. Didn’t you dig up anything new? We expect more than just the basics.” Her tone was sharper now, and several sisters exchanged knowing glances. Julian shuffled his feet nervously, feeling his skirt rustle against his tights.
As the flustered teen continued to stumble through his account of a famous alumna’s leadership, he next was interrupted by Brianna, who raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where did you even get that? That’s not in the notes.” Frustrated, she docked him a point. It would not be his last. He felt his face heat up.
The boys quickly understood their efforts were missing the mark. Each presentation seemed thinner than the last, and the sisters’ polite smiles began to fade, replaced with looks of mild irritation.
Owen was next, and he fared no better. His report was met with stony silence, until Tara finally broke it: “You know, a quick search would have told you so much more. This isn’t what Gamma Delta stands for.” The boys exchanged mortified glances.
Standing red-faced and slightly rattled in his adorable study outfit, he got his notes jumbled up. Elise tapped the table impatiently, “Owen, this is Gamma Delta’s legacy. Where’s the passion? Where are the stories that set our alumnae apart?” The other sissified boys all shifted in their seats as the room grew quieter and more tense.
The sisters grew more demanding, their voices firm and their expressions stern. Madison stood up, folding her arms. “We expect you to care about this. To be part of Gamma Delta, you need to show respect for those who came before.” The boys’ unease grew as the authority in the sisters’ voices made their own shortcomings painfully obvious.
Elise sighed, “Did any of you even try to dig a little deeper? This is your chance to show us you care about Gamma Delta’s legacy. Where are the stories, the interesting facts?” The feminized boys all flushed with embarrassment.
Tara, arms folded, chimed in with a disappointed shake of her head. “You’re supposed to go beyond what’s in your booklets. Did you even look anything up on your own?”
The sisters began docking points with increasing frequency. Milo’s segment on a celebrated Gamma Delta alumna contained only the most basic information, and Cassidy didn’t hesitate to announce, “Minus two for omitting any mention of her extensive scholarship work.”
As their presentations limped to a close, the boys exchanged worried glances, realizing they’d woefully underestimated the task. Tara finally spoke with a disappointed shake of her head, “Next time, we want effort. We want depth. You owe it to the women who built Gamma Delta.”
By the time the Alumna Spotlights were over, the damage was done. The Big Sisters made it clear that next time, they expected research, thoughtful preparation and a genuine appreciation for the traditions and stories that shaped Gamma Delta. The boys’ sorry record of points lost reflected the Sisters’ dissatisfaction. For the first time, they truly understood how easily their hard-earned points could fall away. It was becoming painfully clear that getting to 1000 would be daunting. The Little Darlings all sat meekly in their adorable study outfits and felt a sense of dread at whatever might come next.
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Oh dear! sounds like the 'Little Darlings' are slacking in their homework. Perhaps deducting points is not enough punishment to make them knuckle down. Maybe a more visible sign of punishment is needed.
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Pop Quiz and a Name Game
Next, the boys were unpleasantly surprised by a pop quiz on fundamental Gamma Delta facts. At first, the boys felt a flicker of confidence. They could surely recall some of the basics about Gamma Delta’s founding, traditions and alumnae.
Before starting the quiz, however, the Big Sisters had the boys sit in a neat little line in the center of the study lounge on a row of dainty white stools. These glossy white painted stools were just a little too low for them, with hard seats and no backs to lean against.
The boys, dressed in their pretty study outfits, looked even more diminutive and sweet as they settled onto the undersized stools. They had to adjust themselves delicately, smoothing their skirts over their laps, knees pressed together, hands folded primly atop their pleated skirts. The awkwardness of their posture made it impossible to forget just how exposed and childlike they seemed, lined up in their girlish outfits on display before the sorority sisters.
The sisters surveyed the scene with delighted amusement. The contrast was striking: the sisters exuded easy confidence and authority while the boys looked like bashful pupils in an unfamiliar classroom. The boys’ cheeks reddened as they sat, backs straight, acutely aware that their every move was being watched. The sisters seemed to enjoy the moment, exchanging knowing smiles as their charges squirmed.
The first questions were simple: “What year was Gamma Delta founded?” Owen, eyes wide, blurted “1928!” and earned a point for the group. Milo correctly named the first Gamma Delta President and netted another. The group celebrated these early successes with cautious smiles, savoring the momentary sense of victory after the debacle of their Alumna Spotlights. Julian correctly managed to recall Gamma Delta’s five core values without stumbling and got them two more.
“Here’s a neat one with nice points on the line,” Cassidy said teasingly, “You learned that boys like you have several formal and informal names and nicknames. I can think of at least seven we’ve told you about, not including ‘Rosebuds’ which we just discussed. You can take turns naming them by saying ‘I love being a Gamma Delta…’ and then fill-in-the-blank.” She looked at Milo. “Milo, why don’t you go first, and remember to phrase it right!”
Milo, reddening slightly, said “I love being a Gamma Delta Delta Darling.” It was somewhat of a tongue-twister to say the two “Deltas” in a row, but he was afraid to leave one out.
“Nice. Now Owen,” Cassidy said, “and say it like you mean it!”
It was immediately obvious to the boys that the point of this exercise was both to test their knowledge and also make them verbally reaffirm their new status. They saw Brianna had whipped out her phone to record them. Everyone in the study lounge seemed to be enjoying this one.
Blushing, Owen said softly but clearly, “I love being a Gamma Delta Little Sister!”
“Lovely,” Cassidy smiled, “Nate you’re next.”
Nate nearly stumbled. The two “easy” ones had already been said. Then he recovered and managed to get out, “I love being a Gamma Delta Alexion!”
“Of course you do!” Cassidy said brightly, “Julian?”
Julian was frantically stretching his brain. What were the other names? They had only been mentioned in passing, and most of them were not in the study guide. Then he said tentatively, “I love being a Gamma Delta member of the Alexionian Society.”
“Well,” Cassidy said, “That’s technically right and certainly a mouthful, but it’s sort of the same thing Nate said.” She looked back to Milo, “Do you remember one of the others, Milo?"
Milo suddenly remembered an additional term from Tuesday. He cringed as he forced a smile and said, “I love being a Gamma Delta Petal Boy!”
Cassidy grinned, “Aww, that’s so sweet! I’ll bet you do!” Then she said, “You learned about a few more. Let’s throw it out to the group. Anyone.” The boys tried to remember what the others were, but they all drew blanks.
Then, Julian was able to recall one more. Despite his nerves, he said as nicely as he could, “I love being a Gamma Delta Delta Doll!” The double ‘Deltas’ rolled off his tongue adorably as he tried to mimic how Milo had done it a few moments earlier.
Cassidy giggled at him, “That’s right sweetie! You really are a Double Delta Doll!” She looked around expectantly, “Two remaining. Who else?”
Owen had his face scrunched up trying to recall. They all knew every point counted. He thought it was “Little” something or other, but his memory failed him. He took a chance and guessed, “I love being a Gamma Delta… Little Gamma?” It came out sounding more like a question than a statement.
Cassidy chuckled, “I think you made a lucky stab, but that’s right. Why don’t you say it again properly?” she prodded.
Feeling the heat rise on his cheeks, Owen’s response this time sounded almost singsong, “I love being a Gamma Delta Little Gamma!”
“Adorable,” Cassidy said as if talking down to a child. “There’s only one left,” she said sweetly. “Anyone?” she asked. Silence. She seemed amused as she watched them struggle to think of the last one. “Doesn’t anyone remember?” she persisted. Seeing they didn’t know, she gave them the answer, “It’s Little Darlings… from the old days! Let’s all say that one together.”
As they collectively cringed, she coached them all to repeat together in a lilting way reminiscent of a nursery rhyme, “Little Darling, Little Darling! I love being a Gamma Delta Little Darling.” All the Big Sisters chuckled as she had them all say it several more times to lodge it nicely in their brains. Brianna got it all recorded on her phone.
She closed this little game by having them repeat the terms after her one by one as a sweet little call and response: “Delta Darling. Little Darling. Delta Doll. Little Sister. Alexion. Little Gamma. Petal Boy.” Then she added “Rosebud” for good measure.
They repeated the cutesy Gamma Delta terms—“Petal Boy,” “Delta Doll,” “Little Gamma,” and “Little Darling”—with palpable discomfort. As they were led through these elaborate recitations, their voices mimicked the sweet tones expected of them. They struggled to maintain their composure, shifting nervously in their darling skirts and snug tights, the unfamiliar garments only amplifying their discomfort. The heat rose on their faces, turning their cheeks a soft pink as they blushed, acutely aware of the amused scrutiny of the sorority sisters. Despite their obvious embarrassment, they obediently followed along as Brianna recorded the bashful proclamations of their love for Gamma Delta.
After “Rosebud” rolled off their tongues in unison, Cassidy exclaimed, “What fun!” Then she added, “Hopefully that will help you remember better the next time! You did manage to get six out of a possible seven points!”
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The Pledge Strikes Back
It was Elise’s turn. “OK, Darlings,” she smiled, “Let’s see how well you know the Alexion’s Pledge.”
Elise leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “Julian, let’s start with you. Recite the first sentence of the pledge—word for word.”
Julian hesitated, then recovered, “I solemnly swear to the Sisterhood of Gamma Delta my, uhh… my steadfast devotion as a member of the Alexionian Society.”
Elise nodded, “Not bad, but don’t stumble over the words. I’ll let it slide this time. A point for you.”
Julian exhaled in relief.
Tara continued, “Milo, what do you vow to respect and follow according to the pledge?”
Milo fidgeted with his skirt and stammered, “Uh, our values.”
Tara sighed, shaking her head. “The exact words are, ‘Gamma Delta’s values.’ You lose a point.”
Cassidy looked to Owen. “Owen, the pledge mentions three qualities you must embrace. Name them.”
Owen started confidently—none of the boys could forget “chastity.” He answered, “chastity, modesty, and… and… kindness.” He finished uncertainly.
Cassidy raised an eyebrow. “It’s chastity, modesty, and GRACE,” she corrected him, "Kindness is not until the next part. Another point lost.”
Madison tapped her pen. “Nate, besides kindness, what else do you seek to embody?”
Nate blurted out nervously. “Loyalty and obedience.”
“Those are correct, Madison replied evenly, “but you got the order wrong. I’ll let you have the point, but don’t make that mistake again.”
“Milo,” Tara asked, “what are you given in the pledge?”
Milo, relieved, replied more confidently, “the privilege of service.”
Tara smiled. “And how does the Pledge tell you to feel about that privilege?” she asked expectantly.
“Thankful,” Milo replied immediately. Then he realized his mistake, No, I mean—"
“Grateful,” Tara cut him off with a disappointed look, "you are GRATEFUL for the privilege of service. So that’s a plus one and a minus one—a wash.”
Madison said, “Let’s wrap this up. Nate, impress me. Recite the last line of the Pledge please.”
Nate answered nervously. He had studied this, but the stress of the moment made him falter, “These things I pledge with all my heart, and all my soul, to Gamma Delta.”
Madison tutted slightly, “almost, but you left out perhaps the most important word: ‘Sisterhood.’ You make your pledge to the ‘Sisterhood of Gamma Delta.’ Minus one for that.”
The Sisters exchanged pointed glances, clearly unimpressed. Elise sighed, “We’re not asking for perfection on everything, but your pledge is one of the most important things you should know. If you don’t know the words, how can you live them?” The question hung pointedly in the air for an awful moment.
The questions shifted back to Gamma Delta history, facts and lore, and they got trickier. Elise, her eyes sparkling, asked for the name of the Gamma Delta house’s original architect. The boys faltered. Tara then posed a question about the significance of the Gamma Delta flower, the Cream-Colored Rose, which prompted a round of blank stares. The group’s score steadily dwindled. Historical dates tangled in their memories, facts about Gamma Delta legends grew fuzzy, and a couple of times the boys struggled to fill in gaps with wild guesses.
Madison spoke up, her tone brisk and somewhat frustrated. “These are literally some of the most basic facts about Gamma Delta—things you should know by heart if you’ve applied yourself at all,” she said, “It should be a piece of cake after having two whole days to study!”
After several more questions, the pop quiz mercifully ended. “Well…” Madison said judgingly, “I suppose we still have work ahead of us.” Then she added in disappointment, “Gamma Delta deserves… and demands… more.”
Nervous energy coursed through the room as the boys squirmed under the weight of the Sisters’ disappointment. Milo reached down with unsteady hands to smooth out the pleats of his skirt. The delicate fabric fluttered beneath his nervous fingers, which seemed to betray his every effort to appear calm. He forced a deep breath, but his nerves refused to settle, making his gestures fussy and uncertain.
Beside him, Nate perched uncomfortably on the edge of his dainty little stool, his posture stiff as he self-consciously drew his knees together. He attempted to arrange his legs with awkward, almost tentative grace. The smooth, cool embrace of his white tights was ever-present—a tactile reminder of his transformation, whispering against his skin with every slight movement and making him all the more acutely aware of his unfamiliar attire.
Julian pressed his adorable navy flats against the polished floor, the soles making barely a sound. He subtly rocked, struggling to keep his fidgeting under control. Despite his best efforts, nervous energy seemed to radiate from his entire body, every shift and shuffle betraying his lack of confidence. His fingers gripped the hem of his skirt, twisting the material as he tried to ground himself in the moment.
Owen sat with his hands folded tightly in his lap, and he became increasingly aware of the slick lip gloss coating his lips. He could feel its faint, sticky sheen every time he reflexively pressed his lips together. Each little reminder of his outward appearance seemed to magnify his embarrassment.
None of the boys dared to meet each other’s eyes. Their cheeks were flushed, and whenever their gazes risked crossing paths, they immediately looked away, focusing instead on their shoes, their skirts, or the floor. They sat in a tense, silent row.
Breaking the heavy silence again, Madison straightened and fixed the boys with a level gaze. “Look at me—all of you,” she commanded firmly. Hesitantly, they lifted their eyes, faces flushed with residual embarrassment. Madison’s expression was stern. “I want each of you to understand something important. Gamma Delta isn’t just about cute outfits or quizzes. It’s about sisterhood, dedication, and respect for what this organization stands for.” She paused, ensuring their attention. “You Delta Darlings made a deal and a promise to uphold the standards of this house. Tonight, you fell short of that bargain.” Her words hung in the air ominously.