The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta

[BabyJay]

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.

[sissyboy1212]

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

       â€œAll 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!”

       â€œGreat,” 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.

[BabyJay]

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.

[sissyboy1212]

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.

       â€œHere’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.

       â€œNice. 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!”

       â€œLovely,” 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!”

       â€œOf 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.”

       â€œWell,” 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!”

       â€œAdorable,” 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!”