Spoils of War Part 3

 

“Hush, my dear brother... It's over now!” Alyssa smiled warmly, circling her bed. “The battle is won. The war is over. All that remains is the victory parade.” Robert was kneeling in the centre of her duvet in something of a PTSD haze. The quiet of the sorority house bedroom was in stark contrast to the stadium packed with tens of thousands of screaming fans where the Epsilon-Zeta girls of Beaverhole had dragged him along in full uniform as an honorary member of their cheer squad. He had been forced into clumsy high kicks between plays and to sit with the rest of the cheerleaders on the bench behind the bemused players. He had even appeared on the big screen at one point. His parents had seen him, he realised with a sinking dread,

And yet, the beast had been conquered, the game had been won, and the rival sorority had reluctantly handed their hostage back to his sister's clan. So, why was he still trussed up in velvet and nylon and painted like a sissy?! Robert turned his head to one side to gaze out the window and felt the long locks of his wig brush across his heavily made-up cheek. After all that had passed he still felt miles from freedom.

After the game had ended in victory, Alyssa and her friends had carried Robert on their shoulders back to the sorority house. He was soon naked once more as they stripped him of the Beaverhole uniform to throw on a small fire. His sister had to bat away a gleeful college girl who was enjoying Robert's perfectly smooth skin a little too much, and then she dropped the bomb that his ordeal was far from over as the girls were planning to parade their trophy at the college's victory party. All the girls mucked in to transform him once more, and by now Robert found that most of the resistance had gone out of him. He obeyed meekly as they produced a velvety party dress with long nylon sleeves and bejewelled choker, and demanded he dress himself. It was still slightly better than being nude in front of two dozen girls, and definitely better than being dressed as a cheerleader in front of the entire town. And still, his mind raced at the thought of what the sorority had planned for him, their new mascot, at their victory parade.

“Those Beaverhole girls are so dumb!” Alyssa smirked as she continued to admire her work, touching up Robert's make-up and rearranging bits of hair. “You know we told them this could be an annual thing?! Like we compete to win you as a trophy every Valentine's game. That's how we got them to agree to hand you over. I hate to say it, but you'll be long gone before the rematch next year.”

“What?!” Robert's face went pale. Suddenly the parade seemed like the least of his problems. “No, Alyssa, I won't be...” He stammered. “I didn't tell you... We were supposed to tell you this weekend... I got offered a place at Seabrook. I will be starting here in the fall. I'm going to be here for the next four years...” His heart pounded as he realised just how far from freedom he really was...