Sorority Experience: Chapter 10, The Formal

The walk was long and hot, and by the time we got back to the house, I was basically glued to Nora’s foot. My pink flip flop body was practically fused to her skin, the sweat from the sole of her foot interacted with the semen still covering me to create a tight and disgusting bond.

Arriving around the corner from the house, the girls stopped and I watched as my paired flip flop was removed and restored to human form. The man sheepishly thanked the girls, his expression and the bulge in his pants painting the picture of a man who clearly enjoyed and was aroused by his time as a shoe, but was embarrassed to admit it.

Nora and Lucy giggled and shared a knowing expression as he walked off. I stared daggers at him, hating that he got to walk away after such a short time as an object while I was stuck seemingly forever. That asshole got his rocks off and went home while I was trapped here without even a voice to beg for mercy.

Nora pulled me off her foot with an audible ripping sound, the nasty funk holding me in place finally pulling free, but not after visibly pulling her skin. Now barefoot, Nora led the way back to the house. As they walked into the front door, they passed Carley, who gave them a dirty look but otherwise stayed quiet. Nora and Lucy chuckled, recalling their cruel joke they played on her on the way out. They told my girlfriend that they had put me in the room she was sleeping in, knowing that she would panic and freak out when she couldn’t find me. 

I was taken back down to the girls’ basement room where I was discarded into the corner, Nora and Lucy leaving immediately for some unknown destination. I was left in my misery, still sticky and smelling of the worst kind of grime.

I was left there for a while, ignored and left alone. It honestly was a welcome change from the normal abuse I had been suffering. Later on the girls came back, but again ignored me. Instead they got dressed into their night clothes and went to bed. The next morning, I watched them wake and leave to get showered. When they returned they started to get ready for the day, but instead of casual clothing like I would expect. They both donned what I would describe as ‘first-date dresses,’ not formal like going to prom, but certainly fancier than everyday wear. They also spent a lot of time on makeup and hair, though not growing up with a woman, I didn’t really know if this was normal.

Finally, when they were dressed with immaculate hair and makeup, Nora scooped me up off the floor and carried me upstairs, chatting happily with Lucy, but didn’t give any clue what was happening.

As they went upstairs and through the house, they passed the other girls, both ones that I knew from Brooke’s house, but also some that lived here that I hadn’t been introduced to. All of them were dressed similarly, there must have been something planned for them all.

We made our way out to the backyard, where it looked like a wedding reception was about to kick off. The yard was small, but surrounded by trees and hedges, making it isolated and private. Four large, white event tents were set up, shading most of the yard. A scattering of circular tables covered in white tablecloths took up most of the space under the tents.

Along one side of the yard was a long table with what looked like a catered buffet. Everything was still covered in those silver heated trays that every catering company seems to have. It really did look just like a wedding reception out here.

Brooke was milling around one of the tables with a couple other girls. I thought I saw Carley nearby, but I couldn’t get a good look from where I was. Nora and Lucy beelined directly to her, carrying me down at her side.

When they arrived at the table, Nora tossed me into the center of the table. Brooke turned toward me and smiled.

“Thanks girls!” Brooke’s voice was bubbly and happy, which of course only made me that much more terrified.

“Of course!” Nora responded, equally as giddy. “We’re always down with revenge on scumbags! What do you have planned for him?”

“Oh nothing crazy, just a little something for our pledge! Our house only has one this year,” Brooke explained as she raised her phone, apparently pulling it out of one of the pockets on her dress. She raised the camera to me and pushed the button.

The feeling of transformation washed over me, and while I was happy to be anything other than a pink flip flop, I had no idea what new hell was waiting for me. No matter how many times I had been transformed lately, I still could never get a sense for what I was becoming. Brooke watched the change with a smile, while Nora, Lucy and the others had confused expressions on their faces.

“Well, um… if we’re… using that, this is a very different party than I thought it was going to be!” Lucy spoke up with a laugh.

“And some of us don’t even need one…” Nora nudged Lucy with a wink.

“Oh no, nothing like that, I just thought it would be funny watching our pledge walk around with a cock poking out!” Brooke answered

What the hell did she turn me into? I tried getting a look at myself, but it was useless. All I could see was the color, which was a humiliating pink.

“Speaking of which… Carley!” Brooke called, turning away from the girls and shouting across the yard. 

After a moment, Carley walked up, wearing a purple dress that I had never seen her wear before. She looked good, I had to admit, but I knew better than to be hopeful at her arrival.

“Yeah? Wait, is that…?” Carley asked as she looked down at me.

“Yup, that’s your boyfriend, and you get to wear him during the formal!” Brooke said by way of an answer.

Then it dawned on me. Wear me, pink, cock… she turned me into a strap on and was going to make Carley wear me. At least I’m going to be with Carley for the evening at least…

“Wait, what?” Carley looked down at me.

“Consider it hazing!” Brooke said with a smile. “And make sure to hike your dress up so we can see your cute little peepee sticking out!”

Carley was taken aback for a moment as her face started to turn pale. She looked back and forth between Brooke and the other two girls, looking for an ally but finding none.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Nora chimed in. “They did way worse with me! It’s just a bit of fun between us girls!”

“Um, well, okay I guess,” Carley muttered and picked me up. Right then and there, she leaned over forward, stepping through my straps. From here I could see up her dress as she raised me up her legs and settled me around her waist. It was the first time since the hotel on the way here that I had any kind of pleasant contact with my own girlfriend. And I wasn’t counting how I spent the drive up her ass as a buttplug.

As her skirt fell over me, my surroundings fell away, blocked by the cloth. I could barely hear anything over the sound of my metal buckle clanking together as Carley tightened me around her waist. I almost heaved a sigh as I was pressed against the smooth skin of her thighs and ass. It felt good, and for a moment I got the feeling like I was home again and my ordeal was over, even though I was still very much an object at Brooke’s mercy.

Eventually, her hands fell away from me and I got a look at the world around me again. The phallic portion of my body protruded out from under her skirt, affording me a decent view of my surroundings. I would have blushed if I could’ve when I looked up to see the smiling faces of Brooke, Lucy and Nora looking down at me with a satisfied smile.

“It’s not bad, just let me…” Brooke said, stepping forward.

Carley recoiled a bit at her approach but Brooke still got her hands on her skirt around the waist. She started tucking the skirt of Carley’s dress under the waist of my body, exposing more of me to the world. Carley shifted awkwardly as Brooke fiddled with her skirt, never seeming satisfied with just how it was sitting.

Finally, my tormentor stepped away with a satisfied look on her face. From what I could tell, enough of Carley’s dress was tucked into my straps that the entire front of my harness was clearly visible. That also meant that Carley’s panties were also visible from the right angles, since my new body was not meant to cover as much as a full pair of underwear.

“There! Perfect!” Carley said with a smile. Looking down at her handiwork with a snarky, satisfied look on her face.

Carley looked down at the same sight with a humiliated and nervous expression.

“Do I have to be like this the whole party?” she asked with a shaky voice.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, after the girls get into the keg, I doubt anyone will even notice!” Nora teased.

“Well, I think we’re about ready to kick everything off!” Brooke interrupted, her attention going to the back door of the house, where a flood of sorority sisters came into view.

A woman I didn’t recognize walked toward the center of the yard with a few others following behind her. Brooke, Nora, Lucy and Carley turned their attention to her, their conversation dying off.

“Welcome everyone!” the woman turned to face the gathered women. “I know everyone who lives here knows me, but I don’t think I was introduced to everyone from our sister house. I’m Jessica, the president of this house, and I am happy to welcome Brooke and her sisters!”

The gathered girls clapped and cheered as only college-age girls could. Brooke turned to face them for a moment and waved.

“But anyway, let’s get the keg tapped and the buffet open!” Jessica said and clapped her hands. At the moment she stopped talking, a speaker somewhere started to play music, the kind that these types of girls would listen to. The girls cheered and started to mingle.

As Carley started to mingle, the other girls looked down at me with a chuckle as they walked by. Carley shied away from them, clearly embarrassed by being forced to walk around with me sticking out from between her legs.

She went through the buffet line and filled a plate. I couldn’t see what she was getting, but that didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was getting this night over with so I wasn’t under the judgemental eyes of two sorority houses. After filling a large cup from one of the kegs, Carley sat down at an empty table. The tablecloth basically had me trapped in a white void where all I could see was my girlfriend above me.

“Sorry,” she whispered down at me, her voice carefully controlled so she didn’t draw attention to herself. “I’ll make it up to you I swear, I never meant for this to happen.”

Again I was left in a position where I desperately needed to tell her Brooke’s plan for me. Carley still believed I would be human again, but I knew that my crazy ex had no intention of restoring my humanity. And worse yet, Brooke told me that herself, soi knew that she couldn’t risk letting me be human for even a moment.

Carley looked like she was going to keep talking, but then I heard other voices. Apparently other girls came to sit at the table.

“So, Carley right?” a voice I didn’t recognize asked.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“So is it true that um… the strap on you’re wearing is your boyfriend?” a different voice asked.

“Um yeah…” Carley sheepishly responded. “I was bringing him along on our visit and we didn’t know about the ‘no boys’ rule in your house…”

“What do you mean you didn’t know?” one of the girls asked. “Brooke’s been here before! She definitely knew about that rule!”

“What?” Carley glanced down at me, a hint of anger and betrayal in her voice and concern for me on her face. I allowed myself to hope for a moment. If Carley finds out Brooke’s plan, then maybe she’ll help me out of this mess!

“So how does it work?” one of the girls asked. “The transformation?”

“Well it’s an app, I never used it myself. I guess you just point and click?” Carley responded, unsure of herself.

“I need to see this in action, can you change him for us?”

“Well no, his data is loaded into Brooke’s app, only she can change him… And I think she wanted him like this for the whole party…” Carley explained.

“Well if it’s an app, maybe we could get it on our phones?”

“Yeah, take a look, see if you can download it!”

“Oh look, here it is! Is it really that easy?”

“Get it, get it!”

“But who are we going to transform? Are you volunteering?”

Above me, Carley simply watched the exchange, clearly not sure how to react. She looked down at me with sadness in her eyes and took a long drink from her cup. I hoped the revelation of Brooke’s malice wouldn’t fall to the wayside now that the conversation moved on.

“I got it!” one of the girls interrupted my internal musings. “You know those two guys that’re always following us around?”

“Yeah, I think they bought us like, what, twenty drinks last week? They were so desperate!”

“I have an idea, you get the boys on the phone and I’ll go talk to Brooke and Jessica. We were looking for something to do with our pledges and I have just the thing!”

“Oh, is it what you were telling me about yesterday?”

“That’s the one!”

“I would love to watch that!”

Carley was watching and listening with interest, curious what these girls had in mind. I heard the sound of the other two getting up and laughing away into the distance. I could tell that Carley wanted to ask about it, but didn’t get the chance. I could see that she was nervous about their plans, but her concern couldn’t come close to mine. The women of Zeta Tau Alpha clearly were more sadistic than Carley could possibly know at this point.