I was tempted to leave this as a bit of an Easter egg, but Beaverhole and the Epsilon-Zeta sorority are from the caption universe of my own friend B-Rex - someone who has influenced my captioning style more than anyone else over the last 12 years. B-Rex isn't currently posting but I highly recommend you go check out Degraded Damsels and see how much I have managed to rip off as my own ideas
About a dozen girls crowded around Robert as he lay prone on the floor – their excitement evident in their rapid giggled whispers to one another. 'It's a guy!' 'It's a sissy!' 'It's some kind of pet!' 'Probably a boyfriend who got caught cheating!' 'It's pathetic!' 'It's probably their mascot!'
“It's a trophy!” The crowd parted to allow a stubby butch girl with an air of leadership into the centre right in front of Robert. “And it's ours! Those Seabrook bitches think they are so much better than us! They think their boys are going to crush our team in the big Valentines Homecoming game tomorrow! Well, were going to show them! Were going to show them that Beaverhole is not a town to be messed with, and we sure as hell are going to show them that Epsilon-Zeta is a sorority to be feared. And we are going to start by making an example of their little mascot here!”
Robert very quickly came to understand that the short masculine girl was named Lynn and was the leader of the Epsilon-Zeta sorority, a prominent house from his sister's college's rival school and opponents in tomorrow's Homecoming game. He could also tell that the other girls feared her like a drill sergeant as they moved obediently to her barked orders. For the second time in three hours, Robert was stripped naked in front of a room full of girls, and to his dismay, his member was still feeling the effects of his forced ice-cold shower – something that amused the encroaching sorority.
“He's completely smooth!” Chuckled one of the girls running her hand up his leg – an experience Robert might have enjoyed under other circumstances. Another girl lifted him under his armpits as hands slapped as his bare ass and one girl even pinched at his testicles. He was turned to face some approaching girls and when he saw what they were carrying, he began to struggle.
They overpowered him easily, of course, and within no time they had stuffed him into the Beaverhole cheer uniform complete with matching spandex spanks and sheer pantyhose. One of the girls had sat on his chest while another glammed up his makeup and replaced his wig with one with long wavy highlights. They were turning him into one of them, Robert realised in horror, and when they finally released their grip on him, he scrambled backwards on all fours until his back was pressed against the wall.
“Here! You'll need these!” Lynn threw a pair of pompoms at his feet. “Cheerleading isn't my thing, but the girls here will show you our routine!” Over the next hour, Robert was forced through an exhausting regimen of high-kicks, clumsy cartwheels and waved pompoms. His mistakes were mercilessly corrected by the team of girls and a sinking dread formed in his stomach at the sight of Lynn filming every moment of it. Just when he thought his lungs would explode, they left him a sweaty humiliated mess on the floor. Five minutes later, Lynn reappeared holding her phone. “It's official! Those bitches at Seabrook saw our video and agreed terms. Whichever college wins the Homecoming game tomorrow gets to keep their little mascot here as their own!”
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