The Wrong Panties Part 3

 

Callum bent at the waist involuntarily once more, this time dropping the phone he had been using for directions onto the moving walkway and giving any passersby an unobstructed view of his ass. He had experienced little control of his actions since donning those cursed white panties almost twelve hours earlier, but this was something else entirely. He had cut through the college buildings to make use of the moving walkways – anything to minimise the amount of walking he had to do, anything to minimise the amount of friction... Yet, he still felt like the buttplug was splitting him in half.

Callum hadn't confronted the sorority about the pills, of course. The panties would never allow him such a spine, though he had returned to the house and meekly dropped the drugs at Cynthia's feet. She had simply sighed, a resigned look on her face that said they were going to have to do things the hard way. She called two of the other girls, who led him to a large bathroom. When Cynthia returned, she parted his painted lips and forced a cold metal object into his mouth..

“I would leave it in there a few minutes...” Cynthia advised. “You won't want it to be cold. Not where it is going next.” She paused before adding. “...or dry.” Callum caught a sidewards glance at himself in the bathroom and saw what looked like a jewel protruding from between his lips. It took a moment for him to realise what it was and then his eyes went wide with panic – yet the Prison Panties held him in place, obediently awaiting his next ordeal. When Cynthia finally removed the large buttplug from his mouth, she unscrewed the bud from the stalk to reveal a hollow interior. Winking, she pushed the pack of pills inside before reassembling the sex-toy. Her comrades held Callum's arms tightly as the panties were pulled down just enough to expose its destination but not enough to lessen their hold over him. Cynthia mimicked a ball player winding up a pitch and slowly but firmly pressed the plug into Callum's waiting asshole...

'I'm a drug mule...' Callum thought miserably as he reached the top of the moving staircase. 'I'm a drug mule with six-inch heels strapped to my feet in a summer dress, my second dress of the day not counting the ones the sorority had me try on in the house, that doesn't even the cover the women's panties I am wearing that just happen to have me under some kind of chemically induced voodoo. Oh, and I am pregnant with a screwtop buttplug full of pills...' He arrived at the top and almost fell flat on his face. He couldn't breathe. It was as if the toy was squeezing the rest of his organs up into his lungs. He forced himself upright with a grunt and his asscheeks clenched even harder.

“You!” An authoritative voice called to him through the haze. “You're from Alpha-Phi-Omega, aren't you? Don't lie to me, Girly!” Callum raised his head to see a man in a campus security uniform striding towards him. “I know your sorority's racket and I know you know there's a toll.” The man paused and glanced around and Callum could tell he was looking for somewhere quiet they could go/ “It's the kind of toll you pay on your knees!” Callum wanted to scream – wanted to run, but the panties were already making him obey...

The Wrong Panties Part 2

 

Cynthia woke the rest of the sorority to introduce her prisoner. The girls quickly wiped sleep from their eyes when they saw her trophy all trussed up in black nylon and displaying an unnatural level of sycophancy. 'A guy?' 'In the pledge panties?' They repeated in wonder – mischievous ideas running through each of their heads at a mile a minute. Callum could only meet their stares for a millisecond at a time but it was long enough to know he didn't like what he saw. They were excited beyond belief to put him through who knew what kinds of trials, and as long as these freaking panties were wrapped around his ass and clutching his balls, he was completely helpless to resist even a bit. He may as well have been their puppet.

“She is going to fulfil the pledge!” Cynthia announced to the gasps of excitement of her sisters. “And, as you know, that's no easy task – not even for the hottest pledge. It's now 2am. I'd say we have ten hours to turn this wannabe sweetheart here into the hottest bitch on campus!”

That's when Callum truly became their puppet. Each sister seemed to have their own idea for turning him into the perfect girl and so he spent the rest of night being dressed and undressed in outfit after outfit. He wore cheerleader uniforms, he wore party dresses, he wore ballet leotards, he wore corsets, stockings, plaid skirts – the only constant was the white panties keeping him nice and compliant the whole time. After some time, he realised they were doing more than that – even though he was effectively their doll, a dozen hot college girls dressing and undressing him should have got a reaction out of him, yet his cock just hung there, as shrivelled and limp as he felt. The sorority eventually split into teams. One group of girls continued to work on his outfit but others began to apply gels and waxing strips to remove his hair, followed by lotions and perfumes – massaging femininity deep into his skin. More girls worked on his makeup and threaded extensions into his hair and then primping and curling until it was impossible to tell where they started and his natural hair ended. Finally, they came together to settle on a pretty polka dot summer dress with built in petticoats that made Callum feel like a girl from an old story book. He was ready for the pledge.

Once he understood what he was supposed to do, it became much clearer why the sorority wanted to make sure he could pass as one of them. He was to visit every frat house of campus and hook up with their leader, reporting back to the sorority house after each one to give the girls his feedback. Callum was mortified. He couldn't do it, and yet, he couldn't not do it. In a battle of wills, he was no match for the panties, and with no resistance, he felt himself tottering to the first house on four inch heels. The fraternities were clearly aware of the pledge and the whole house came out to watch their brother take Callum in his arms and lean over him to force a tongue inside his mouth. Callum even felt a hand slip into his padded bra. It was that grope that stuck with Callum as he clumsily simpered back to the sorority and then onto the next fraternity. How hadn't the guy figured him out? The girls had performed a skilled transformation but they weren't miracle workers. As he continued towards the next house, he slipped his hand into his own bra, curious to feel what his hookup had felt. He drew back his arm in shock, a small pack of pills clutched between his fingers. The penny dropped. He wasn't a pledge, he gasped to himself – he was a drug mule.

The Wrong Panties Part 1

 

“Of all the panties in all the world, you had to step into mine!” The girl smirked unsympathetically as Callum averted his gaze. The floor was still littered with the contents of the underwear drawer he had raided – colorful slithers of silk and spandex, alternative treasures he could have plundered. If only I had chosen one of those pairs, he thought miserably, I probably would have avoided this mess. “You probably don't remember those.” The girl continued. “They were called Prison Panties. A company called Smart Fabric released them a few years ago. They were designed to release hormones into the wearer to make them compliant and submissive. There was a full product recall when people starting using them to get people to commit crimes. Of course, we kept a few pairs around to have fun with our pledges. I never dreamed I would ever get the chance to use them on a boy...”

Callum cursed his luck. He had truly threaded the needle of misfortune. The girl hadn't introduced herself, she had other priorities from the second she laid eyes on him, but he knew who she was. She was Cynthia, leader of the Alpha-Phi-Omega sorority, and one of the baddest bitches on campus. She had also been his mission. As a college freshman and fraternity pledge, he had been tasked by his would be brothers to break into the sorority house and steal a pair of panties to hang like a victory flag from the frat house roof. His plan had started well, with summer arriving early, he had been able to slip through an open window and into the sleeping Cynthia's bedroom. He had even found her underwear drawer in the dark and selected a bright white pair of panties he knew would make an excellent trophy. That's when things started to go awry. On leaving Cynthia's room, he had got turned around in the corridor and to his horror, he heard the very girl he was here to steal from exiting her bedroom. Acting on impulse, Callum slipped through an open door to his left – the bathroom, realising too late that it was almost certainly where Cynthia was headed. If she caught him with the panties, the game was certainly up. He knew she would search his pockets and so he rapidly put them the one place he hoped she wouldn't look – on his body. The soft white engineered fabric started to take effect so quickly he never even got his jeans back on.

“You know you're not the first boy I have had in my bedroom,” Cynthia looked him up and down, “but you've definitely brought me the most pleasure.” Callum never did get his jeans back. He hadn't even had the chance to hope for them. From the second the white material had touched his skin, he had felt a change coming over him – a feeling like a crushing weight that broke any resistance in him. It was a ball and chain, holding him in place and filling him with weakness. He had been helpless to stop Cynthia putting him in his new clothes. He probably would have done it himself if she had asked. He had just sat there silently as she slid the nylons up his legs, squeezing him into the tight black hotpants that crushed his balls, meticulously painting his face with her makeup, applying the costume wig to his head.... When at last he again stood, it was to test his balance on the heeled boots Cynthia had tied to his feet. He wanted to beg forgiveness, but he couldn't do that so destroyed was his resolve. “You know?” She said. “You put on our pledge panties! You put them on willingly! I think that makes you a pledge, don't you?” Callum couldn't even bring himself to disagree.

Whatever Happened to Eric? (Keys to the Queendom)

 

Madge stepped out of her house with a smile on her face. Life was good – the sun was out, her hangover was mild, and she had got laid the night before. The guy wasn't submissive – not all of her partners were, but the thought of the previous evening's sex made her think of Eric, and her attention was drawn to the sorority house across the street. Six months had passed since that night the girls had let her stay over after forgetting her keys, and while she had returned since – she was basically an honorary member after all, it had been some time since she had checked in on her former toy – on her gift to them.

The sister that opened the door to Madge's knock smiled knowingly and led her inside. They walked to a communal sitting area where a voluptuous figure in a latex French maid's outfit was bent over a sofa – her underwear showing from beneath the too short petticoats.

“You'll recognise the feather duster, of course.” The sister chuckled. “But we have made some other alterations.” The maid looked back at them standing in the doorway through heavily made-up eyes with an expression of suspicion. The sorority had indeed put their own stamp on Eric's appearance. “Colleen's gimp suit definitely helped break him down into something we could mould, but we just couldn't keep him hidden underneath it forever. Besides, Colleen needed it for breaking her boyfriend – with our help of course.” Madge nodded approvingly. “We used everything you taught us about controlling weak men, and Eric here is very week. The chastity cage gives us almost complete power over him. He is so desperate... Surrounded by a house full of party girls like us... We don't even wear bras half the time... And the cage keeps him totally impotent... All we have to do is loosen it a little so he can get the tiniest of boners, and he is putty in our hands...ironically. Once he is milked, he is helpless. Hell, he is always helpless.”

“He's even taking the hormones we're putting in his food.” The head sister joined them in the room. “Just look how round his ass has got! I am telling you – that's not just from walking around in six inch heels all day. It's enhanced! It feels so good clapping against me when I use my strapon!” The three girls watched Eric blush bright red, even beneath the caked on cosmetics. “Oh, Darling, don't be shy! I know you you enjoy it from those cute little squeals you make as I am thrusting in and out of you. I bet Madge knows what I am talking about!”

“Oh, Madge!” The first girl exclaimed. “You really must join us for a sleepover. I know you let us keep Eric, but he will always be yours in a way. Tonight we're bringing in Colleen's ex-boyfriend to have a little girly fun with him – a little maid-on-maid. How about you join us? See if either of them can earn a little slack on their chastity cages? I know you still have a copy of Eric's key.”

Keys to the Queendom Part 2

 

Needless to say, the sorority sisterhood were enthusiastic students. They watched rapt as Madge walked them through everything she knew. How to spot weak men... How to make them serve them... How to make them scream in pain... How to make them scream with pleasure... And when to use each of those skills. Eric was her demonstration object throughout and, reduced to his feminised form, Madge made him beg and crawl for the group of girls, and when he failed to comply fast enough, she spanked him hard across him pantied ass. She showed them forced kissing, gripping his face firmly with one hand to squeeze his glossed lips apart before shoving her tongue deep into his mouth while arching him backwards. Once her demo was complete, she had the sisters line up to have their own turns and Eric would have been aroused by the experience of having girl after girl make out with him had his tiny chastity cage allowed for it.

Next, Madge turned him over to the sorority so they could try out their own ideas. Various props were produced from dorms including a paddle that they used for initiations and Eric was draped over a knee while they lined up to swat him in a mock welcome to their sisterhood. Finally, it began to get late and the excitement began to die down. Just as Eric began to think his ordeal might be ending, one of the smaller, quieter girls approached Madge with a large tote bag.

“This is all stuff my boyfriend gets me to wear sometimes.” She started to pull out black shiny material. “I don't mind too much...but I have always felt like I would prefer to be the one in control, you know? Be the domme?” The girl continued to remove the items including some silver chains and a large feather duster, and the interest of many of the other girls piqued once more as they began to gather around. Eric wanted to run but he was once again surrounded. Madge dropped a firm hand on his shoulder and chuckled softly.

It took nearly an hour and an entire tub of baby powder to cram him into the black latex catsuit. An entire team of girls worked on him – two held his arms tightly, one sat on his stomach while two more dragged the shiny material up his legs. The fabric squeezed him mercilessly and it was tough to breathe even before the corset was added and laced closed. Shackles were added to his wrists and ankles and locked in position so that he couldn't move them more than a few inches. When the girls lifted him to his feet, he realised they had added a pair of high-heels and he swayed like a tall tree in a strong wind. He was too busy trying not to fall to prevent the sisters pulling the latex hood with the built-in gag over his head and then feeding his hair through the back.

“Well, well, well...” Madge cackled looking her boyfriend up and down. “And I thought I knew everything.” She screwed the feather duster carefully into the gag and took a step back. “I have an idea – how about my sweet little Eric stays here with you while I go and fetch my keys tomorrow? I think it would be rude to leave without giving your house a thorough cleaning now that he is dressed for it!” Eric's heart pounded and his eyes went wide. He tried to walk towards Madge but his ankles were chained to his corset with almost no slack whatsoever. The girls giggled in unison – they all knew he was going nowhere.

Keys to the Queendom Part 1

“So, why exactly should we help you again?” The stony-faced girl stood with her arms folded in the front doorway of the sorority house – her sisters crowded behind her, not a shred of sympathy shared between the lot of them. As always, Eric shrank next to his girlfriend, but Madge, ever the dominant one in their relationship didn't back down.

“Look, kid...” Madge began with a condescending tone. “You might go to college in this town, but I actually live here. Right over there actually.” She pointed at a large house across the street. “However, I have been away all week visiting this little runt at college...” She smacked Eric hard across the backside for emphasis. “...And I have somehow left my keys behind. Look, it's getting late and I will go get my keys tomorrow. But we need a place to stay tonight.” Her voice trailed off uncharacteristically and the college girl continued to stare sternly at them. “Hey!” She raised her arms in an appeal gesture. “I'm a girl...you're all girls...what d'ya say? Solidarity for the sisterhood?”

“He's not a girl!” One of the girls from the back of the group called out and an arm pointed at Eric from over the shoulder of the head sister blocking the entrance. He blushed deep red. He hated being singled out and though he was silently begging for Madge to step in on his behalf, he was already dreading where this might be heading.

“Ladies...ladies...” Madge raised her palms appeasingly. “It seems you may be misreading our situation slightly. Yes, I did forget my house keys. Actually, I forgot all of my keys.” She gripped Eric's shoulders firmly but all he felt was a fist clenching his stomach. Please. no... “All of them...including...” Quick as a flash, Madge released his shoulders and grabbed the waistband of his pants, yanking them to his knees along with his underwear. The eyes of the sorority sisters widened in unison as their collective mouths dropped open at the sight of the tiny locked cage cradling Eric's genitalia. “Let us stay the night...” Madge shrugged. “And what's mine is yours...”

Two hours later Eric was standing at the bottom of the steps down into the basement of the sorority house – deep in the throes of his worst nightmare. He enjoyed playing the submissive to Madge's dominant side – they were the roles the couple fell into naturally anyway, but this was something else entirely. The sisterhood had been mesmerised by his girlfriend's control over him and ownership of his crotch, and were now hanging off Madge's every word as she taught them everything she knew about how to dominate boys and even how to turn their basement into some kind of kinky sex dungeon. The girls were not without talents of their own and had persuaded Madge to let them give him a makeover. Unsurprisingly, a house full of horny fashion majors had no problem turning his feeble build and delicate features against him and he now stood before them in a black vest top and a tiny checked skirt, his caged cock encased in pink panties and his hair tied in pigtails.

“You must show us more,” the girl who had previously blocked the entrance to the house begged Madge. “Please – you must have so many hot little games for controlling boys.” She glanced at Eric as if he were a prop and his chest tightened. “Show us everything!”

 

The Date Part 2

 

With every vibration of Otto's phone that followed, his feminine prison was built more secure. If the picture of the epoxy resin in Tilly's hand had been a barred window, the heavily edited videos that came next each added a lock to an already firmly bolted steel door. His so-called girlfriend was drip feeding him clips of him seemingly willingly, heck excitedly, dressing himself in the figure hugging outfit he was now wearing. 'This is going to be so good!' he exclaimed in one video as he ran fingers through the long hair of his wig. 'I can't wait to see Elijah see me like this!' as he pulled a pair of satin panties slowly up his silky smooth shaved legs. How had he let Tilly persuade him to wear the panties? Boxers would show show from under the short dress, she had said – they wouldn't hug his manhood tightly enough and Elijah might notice... Otto sighed – how had he let Tilly convince him to do any of this...

He had tested the resin of course - pulling at the wig with fistfuls of synthetic hair while in the bathroom had only succeeded in giving him an awfully sore scalp. The acrylic nails wouldn't come off either, nor, Otto realised in horror would the high-heels. The figure hugging dress didn't seem attached and apparently he could drop his panties at will, but that's what the subsequent video messages had been for – Tilly wanted him to finish the date with Elijah or the clips of him gaily dressing himself would be circulated.

When Elijah invited him to his dorm room, he had accepted without thinking – anything to remove himself from staring onlookers, even if it was because they thought he was a hot girl. The dork was harmless anyway and proceeded to give Otto a tour of his hand painted figures and binders of completed DnD campaigns. Polaroids of his gaming club were taped to a mirror and the penny finally dropped. Almost all of them featured a single female gamer amongst the group of sweaty nerds – in one she even had her arms wrapped around the greasy bastard...Tilly.

Otto hid his phone in one hand and glanced back over his shoulder to where Elijah stood awkwardly the other side of an unmade bed. Tilly had just sent him pictures of the makeup she had used to paint his face – each tube and bottle was printed with 'LONG-LASTING' or 'SEMI-PERMANENT'. By now his heart was hammering in his chest. 'I see you have been invited to Eli's bedroom,' the message read, 'by now you will understand what this is about. I have been preparing you to be a fool for much longer than you have been planning your date.' Otto seethed. That bitch! How could she do this to him?! His phone buzzed again. 'But how long you stay a fool depends on you! Eli really doesn't have a clue who you are. You can still make this a night to remember for him. How about it? Either I spread these videos and your life will suck for a long time...or you can suck right now!' One more picture came through – it was of Otto posing suggestively with his short dress pulled up to expose his satin panties and a single finger pressed against his painted lips. It had supposed to be ironic but none of that came through in the picture. He just looked like a complete sissy. Hesitantly, he took a deep breath and gestured for Elijah to join him near the bed – taking care not to trip on his glued-on heels as he got down on his knees.

Sssshhh

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'Ooooohhh...he's perfect!' squealed Alice, looking down at their project. 'Wait! What am I even saying? He? She! She's fantastic! She's everything we were hoping for! She'll make a wonderful maid for our party.'

Georgina beamed with pride from her sorority sister's praise. 'Nice little loophole, don't you think? Now, no girls from outside the sisterhood need to be at our party and no-one needs to know we let any but the most alpha boys in campus come within five feet of us. Besides, I doubt any of those mousy little things from Beta-Beta-Beta could fill out a dress as well as this one! I even packaged her up in case she had the idea of making a run for it!'

Sean cowered beneath the duo of manic girls. The wig had only been on his head thirty seconds and it was already itching. He just prayed they were joking about the glue. Combined with the figure hugging frilly dress and the fishnet stockings, he felt like he was being squeezed all over. Still, none of it compared to their eyes on him, their satisfied mocking stares. And that was without the ropes Georgina had tied around his ankles and wrists – she had even bound his shoulders. Who hid she think he was? Houdini?!

Alice snapped a picture with her smart phone. 'Think I'm gonna use that to copy her makeup,' she grinned. 'It's a bit slutty, but I can make slutty work.' She winked at Sean in a way that made something stir inside his satin panties and his glossy pink bottom lip dropped open. 'Now, my dear maid,' she beckoned, 'show us how you're going to greet our guests.'

'Please,' Sean grunted in disbelief. What the hell was she expecting while he was tied up like this?! 'Please let me go.'

'Not ladylike at all,' Alice shook her head with disappointment. 'That won't fool even the dumbest of your fratboy pals.'

'It was what I suspected,' Georgina shrugged,' that's why I got that.' She pointed at Sean's neck and he nervously looped a finger around the leather choker, pulling the heart-shaped ring away from his Adam's apple. Georgina didn't hesitate. She stepped forward and pulled it forcefully over his chin. The hoop sunk between his plump lips and he instinctively fastened his teeth around it to stop it going deeper, not realising until it was too late that was exactly where it was intended to go.

'Urrggghh,' he moaned.

'Perfect,' nodded Alice once more, 'now you sound as tarty as you look. 'Say,' she eyed Sean's now open mouth, 'you're looking a little exposed there...let's make that forced little dentist's smile a surprise for them!' She reached for a roll of tape and slapped a piece over his mouth. "It might take those fratboys a little time to find that sweet O of yours, but don't worry, they will want to explore your pretty mouth before long. I hope they play nice with you."

'Oh, don't worry,' Georgina's eyes twinkled, 'I'm sure you'll get a taste for them in no time...'

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...

Spoils of War Part 1

 

Robert lay on the leather sofa in the communal area of the sorority house feeling utterly pathetic. He should be loving this. All around him, college girls in various states of undress weaved excitedly. Uncupped boobs poked through vest tops with panties peeking from below. Towels were wrapped around heads of girls still wet from the shower. Skin was on show everywhere he looked. This was why he came. He should be in heaven. And yet...

The last few hours felt like a fever dream. It was the weekend of the big homecoming game and Robert's sister Alyssa was one of the star cheerleaders. Their parents had planned to drive up with Robert on game day to watch the big contest and their daughter perform, but Robert had convinced them to let him come a day early to hang out. In reality, Alyssa had told him about the epic slumber parties she and the rest of the sorority girls had the night before a bit game and he wanted to try to catch a glimpse of some sexy sorority shenanigans. Things had gone well at first. He had popped a few beers with the help of a fake ID and then crept through the darkness of the evening to one of the sorority house's ground floor windows. The party had been in full flow. Girls were dancing in their underwear and sipping colourful drinks. He had even seen a flash of side boob on a beautiful red-headed girl. That's where things started to go wrong. A group of girls returning with a stack of pizzas spotted him and before Robert could run, he was kicked swiftly in the groin.

“How is our guest of honour enjoying herself?” Alyssa was standing at the end of the sofa with a mocking grin on her face. Robert instinctively hugged the stuffed bear the girls had given him, cursing how pitiful he must have looked. She can see right up the dress I'm wearing, he realised, and shifted his knees up to his belly defensively. This only succeeded in showing her his pantied butt. The girls had done a number on him alright... Before he had even recovered from the pain and indignity of being booted in the crotch, five girls had removed him of his clothing and he was fully naked before he had even been dragged into the house. It was like they had done this before, so prepared and regimented were they for his arrival. Two had held him down, while another three had smothered his body with what he later found out to be hair removal cream. He had watched the last of his body hair trickle down the drain as a laughing girl had showered him with ice-cold water that shrank his cock to the size of his little toe. He had been been putty in their hands after that – a toy to be be powdered and painted and dressed as they wished. Not a boy – a doll... And now a distraction, a piece of furniture that they occasionally stopped to giggle at as they continued with their party. He should have been in heaven...but he was in a kind of sissy hell – one being conducted by his sister, Alyssa.

Suddenly, there was a crash of breaking glass, and a few seconds later everything went black. High-pitched squealing surrounded him as frightened girls ran around in a frenzy. Eventually, they trailed off as the sorority sisters sought refuge in their bedrooms, leaving Robert alone in the darkness of the communal area. “Hey!” He heard a female voice very close to him and a bright light was shone directly in his eyes. “I've got one. Quick! Let's grab her and get out of here!” Robert felt three sets of hands grab the smooth skin of his arms and legs and begin to drag him away.  

Whatever Happened to Mason? (Creative Control)

 Original Caption 

Mason was still in his cheer uniform as he started sobbing. He didn't care how he looked dabbing his tear streaked makeup with a handkerchief. He was so far past that. Next year. The words echoed like a sentence. He’d be here another year, and maybe another after that. Every semester pulled him deeper, erased more of the boy he’d been.

The college acceptance letter should have felt like a victory – an escape from his high-school cheer hell where his ex-girlfriend's mom had sponsored the squad and insisted on a new all female image. The college had given him a full ride. A cheer scholarship. Now, as he cried tears of frustration at the end of his senior year, he remembered sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading that letter, the words blurring on the page. His stomach knotted tighter with every sentence he reread.

The scholarship hadn't just been for him. It was for the squad. For the all-female squad. The same one his ex and her mother had orchestrated to trap him in this nightmare. His squadmates had arrived at school the next day, squealing. “We made it!” “Can you believe it?” “Free college!” They crowded around him, spraying glitter hairspray, already planning Instagram posts about a scholarship that, as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't turn down.

And now, thanks to his grades, he was trapped for another year.

He shoved the handkerchief aside and looked at himself in the mirror across the room. The reflection that stared back wasn’t the swaggering boy who’d once strutted down the halls of high-school with Tanya on his hip and Carly watching him admiringly from near the lockers. Instead: smooth legs, spankies under a pleated cheer skirt, hair fully grown out into a feminine style. A girl. A convincing one.

All those late nights practicing the “female” parts of routines had wrecked his coursework. He knew how to nail a perfect herk and keep his lipstick from smudging mid-chant — but he couldn’t tell you the last time he’d finished a physics assignment. The balance had tipped, and the scales weren’t ever coming back.

Another year, he thought miserably. Summer would fly past and fall would come quickly. Another year of tucking his crotch so when he cartwheeled, noone could see the bulge in his spankies. Another year of half-time shows. Another year of group photos with the football team.

A professor looked his way and he forced a smile, the kind he’d perfected while waving pompoms and doing high kicks, the kind that made his jaw ache, and the truth pressed down like a weight: he wasn’t just pretending anymore. The squad wasn’t letting him go, and neither was the scholarship. His future was sealed in spandex and glitter for another year...at least...

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Whatever Happened to Charlie? (Flashback Friday)

 Partying partying YEAH!

What you thought you had got rid of me?

Well I am bringing back Flashback Friday until I have enough captions for a new season. First up we go way back to one of my first captions. You can read the Volunteer here.

Zoli

For our first Flashback Friday in what seems like forever we delve deep into the annals of sissy history to catch up with one of our earliest feminised specimen. You may remember Charlie as a wet behind the ears freshman fratboy who inadvertently volunteered himself to be the live in maid at his fraternity's sister sorority house – Alpha-Sigma-Kappa, and if you do, it's nice to see you're still here. Anyway, six years have passed so how about we take a look whatever happened to Charlie...?

Charlie shut off the noisy vacuum cleaner and smiled at a job well done. He adored the first day of term. The girls would be here soon and the red carpet was awaiting their return, as was the rest of their spotless house – courtesy of their much loved sorority mascot...Charlie.

He still had vague memories of his initial horror at volunteering to be a sissy maid. Six years is not nearly long enough for such humiliation to fade, however, once he had got used to the discomfort of the uniform and learned to walk in heels, he found that there was a fairly big upside. More female attention than he had ever received before in his life was suddenly thrust upon him. So what if they were doing his hair or teaching him how to apply makeup? They were spending time with him. And as he got better at doing his own cosmetics and as his hair grew out, he found that they continued to spend time with him. He was an ear to unload on, a shoulder to cry on and an honest opinion when it came to outfit choices. All this inspired him to work hard with his chores and build trust with the girls.

This didn't go unnoticed by the sorority leaders and Charlie was rewarded with a new uniform, visits from beauty students to upgrade his image and the occasional handjob. The absurdity of what he was doing disappeared into the background and he quickly felt less like someone who merely cleaned the furniture and more like part of it. At the end of the school year Charlie became the first ever live in sissy maid to volunteer for a second term and the first ever sophomore to take the position. Now a second year medical student, he was in his sixth year with Alpha-Sigma-Kappa.

Charlie heard cars pulling up outside the house and instinctively put the vacuum nozzle down. He checked his makeup and outfit in a nearby mirror. He rubbed his eyebrows gently with his glove. They stung a little from being waxed. Next, he smoothed down his apron and examined his legs for any rogue hairs. How could he possibly keep a house in check if he couldn't keep himself up to standard? Doors were opening and closing downstairs now and the same old butterflies gathered in his stomach. He danced in his heels before composing himself and walking to the top of the stairs. The girls were gathered in the hall surrounded by their bags. They looked up to see him watching them from the balcony. Charlie spread his arms wide and his smile wider. “Welcome home!”

A Coronation of Sorts

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“Glaze her up boys!” Rob the leader of Mu Alpha Delta decreed. “Make sure she is worthy of that shirt!” His fraternity brothers began to chant in low guttural tones, “HO! HO! HO!” with one fist punching the air in tandem while their other pumped their cocks as they moved towards their target, a kneeling hardbodied bimbo licking her lips in anticipation – the words 'Blowjob Queen' emblazoned across her chest.

Franz watched on in terror – his viewpoint of the incident being rather unfortunate given that it was from behind the eyes of the chesty babe drooling over the charging lances. He tried to close his heavily madeup eyes but his body betrayed him and opened them wider...hungrier. His mouth followed and he waited helplessly for its inevitable impalement.

In one feeble last attempt of salvation, he willed his hands to knock the crown from atop his head, but instead they just lifted his tiny shirt of his enormous implanted breasts and rubbed them excitedly.

Needless to say, Franz wasn't excited. He hadn't been excited since he bought that crown form Gloria Honeypot's Emporium of Fun and Folly. He cursed the day he saw it in the window of that dingy store and thought how perfect it was as an accessory for his girlfriend's winter ball costume. He had run inside and paid for it without thinking and now that was all he could do – think. The crown ruled his body like an absolute monarchy, forcing him to be a royal subject – a passenger behind his own eyes as his own skin and bones spent his savings on hormones and implants until just four miserable months later he was a busty slut with a synthetic ass, synthetic hair and very real tattooed on makeup. All that remained of his old life was a tiny shrivelled penis and a few hanger-on friends who he knew just wanted to fuck him...

The first frat boy was almost in touching distance now. Franz was helpless to avoid his gaze and in that second he realised all hope was lost. Even if he were somehow to break the spell in the moments before the hulking specimen filled his waiting mouth, he would still be stuck with his joke of a silicon filled body, a wardrobe full of skanky outfits and a mountain of debt. Maybe it was for the best the crown was in control. Maybe it was best that this impromptu visit to the frat house was involuntary – rather than being forced into to comparable situations by his dire financial straights and unique assets. The cock would probably taste the same either way, right? He shivered in disgust at his own train of thought as the brother gripped his pigtails and pulled Franz's head towards his throbbing groin.

There was one thought that continued to bother him. That first day outside the shop – did he try on the crown by choice? Or was he already in its clutches as it lay in his?

The Rumours of my Feminisation Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

 1/25

AND...HERE...WE....GO!! The first caption I wrote in nearly four years. I will admit I was a little rusty and they get better (IMO!!) but you gotta start somewhere so it seemed a fitting place to begin Season 4

Seth stared across the desk at the two women who held his fate in their well-manicured hands as they pawed their way delicately through his university application. The admissions office appeared to shrink giving him a front row to seat to every wrinkle of the nose and he clenched his seat with both his hands and butt cheeks in anticipation of the next question in his grilling.

If only they knew how much rested on their decision. Not just his future. His pride, his sanity, his redemption and his escape rolled into one. But alas, how could they understand the living hell that had become his final year of high school?

It had all started with that year's season of Ru Paul. There had been the usual casting call for auditions and some bright spark had photoshopped an application of Seth in drag and put it on social media. It wasn't clear if people believed it was real. It didn't matter. They wanted it to be real and so it went viral all the same. The teasing followed and even those who didn't ridicule him but rather supported him and his 'bravery' were unable to see him as anything other than his supposed alter ego, Crystal Beth. Things reached critical mass when he realised even his parents weren't 100% sure if it was real or not. He had to get out.

The first admissions officer looked up from his application and sighed while her colleague continued to type notes on her laptop. “You know we get so many applications,” she began carefully, “and it is awfully difficult to stand out. Good grades just aren't enough these days. If only you had something else...some pezazzz.” Seth could feel his hopes slipping through his fingers in the awkward silence that followed. Suddenly, the second admissions officer stopped her typing and blinked widely. She nudged her colleague and seconds later they were both looking at the laptop screen with wide smiles.

“Is this you?” She turned the laptop around and Seth's heart sank as he saw she had been looking at his mocked up Ru Paul application. “You know, when we do social media background checks on our applicants, we very rarely find anything positive, but this is perfect. Not only do we put great stock in the performing arts but we take pride in our academia leading LGBTQ+ community.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Mr. Walker, welcome aboard.” Seth took her hand nervously. “Of course, your participation in our arts will be monitored. We want to make sure you are getting the most out of your time here at BTRU.”

It was 3 months later and Seth was standing in the dressing room before the first weekly meeting of the student union Drag Arts Club. His skin felt like it was melting beneath the caked on layers of makeup and even with a summer's worth of practising getting ready under his belt, he still wasn't used to the weight of the thick vinyl dress. Making a silent note to buy something more airy once his student loans came in, he turned to join the rest of the club eager to meet a former Ru Paul applicant.

Whatever Happened to Colin? (Flashback Friday)

This follows on directly from this week's Aiko series and features Colin, who you may remember from Trans in Translation (1, 2, 3)

Pledge of Allegiance

Raider of the Last Panties Part 9

Raider of the Last Panties Part 7

Raider of the Last Panties Part 6