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.
Topic: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta (Read 3025 times)
