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.”
Topic: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta (Read 4617 times)
