Sorority Experience: Chapter 16, The Final Form

Brooke lifted me out of the trashcan, my used-condom body falling loosely in her two-finger grip, her hand protected from touching the disgusting mess that I was covered and filled with by a couple sheets of toilet paper.

“Right, so, as I was saying…” Brooke talked almost to herself as she dropped me into the sink. “I’ve decided what to do with you. But first, and this is disgusting, I need to get you cleaned up.”

The water was turned on over me and Brooke spent the next few minutes turning me over and inside out, rinsing the crusty cum off my rubbery body. I’ll admit that it felt good getting cleaned like this, but my metaphorical heart was racing. I had no idea what she had in store for me and I was honestly terrified. At least with all the other transformations, they were temporary and I would eventually get a reprieve. But there was no going back from whatever torture she had for me next.

“There!” Brooke happily announced after she was done cleaning me. “I can’t say I’ve ever had to clean a condom before. I loved the idea of you being transformed into one, but honestly, having to clean you out almost wasn’t worth it.”

Brooke scooped me up and carried me out of the bathroom, her grip on me still loose as if she was disgusted by the idea of touching my body. She entered the kitchen and paused for a moment, grabbing a sheet of paper towel off the roll by the sink. Brooke carried on through, ending up in the dining room, where the other girls were already seated around the table.

“So it’s time for Nick to take on his final form, is it?” Hannah asked with a smile.

“Oh, is that why we’re here?” Maya asked. “Fun!”

“Yes, indeed it is!” Brooke stepped forward and set the paper towel down on the table in front of the other girls, then laid me out on top of it. I guess she didn’t fully trust how well she cleaned me and didn’t want a random man’s cum soiling their table.

“Oh, that brings back good memories,” Luna said whimsically, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand, referring to the day that she used me to have sex with the man from the club. “That was a fun night, and I’m seeing Steve again on Friday!”

“Oh, good for you two!” Zoey congratulated her.

It was almost like the girls were all working together to drag this out on purpose, to tease me all that much more.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Brooke said, silencing the other girls and raising her phone. “You girls ready to see what he’ll become?”

The others agreed, each of them with varying degrees of excitement on their faces. Brooke aimed her phone at me and I felt it happen. The transformation washed over me, shifting and changing my body. I didn’t change much in size, my entire body still sitting fully on the paper towel. When the transformation completed, I looked desperately around between the expressions on the girls’ faces, trying to get some clue what I had become. But none of them seemed to react all that much. Brooke wasn’t reacting at first either, as if she was purposely trying to hide my new form from me.

“That’s it? I kind of thought you had something a bit more… exotic in mind,” Violet said, her fingers reaching out and running over my surface. I could feel my body shifting against her hand, parts of me moving against myself, like I was made of multiple interlocked parts.

“Yeah I wasn’t expecting something so… mundane,” Maya agreed.

“I wanted an heirloom of the house,” Brooke explained. “Besides, this is something easy to keep track of. And since transformed people are more durable, this will stay in perfect shape forever!”

“That makes sense I guess, having something to pass down from sister to sister,” Luna agreed, apparently now seeing the appeal in Brooke’s plan.

I was going crazy down here, I needed to know what she turned me into. The girls’ reactions confused me. I thought for sure Brooke was going to make me into something crazy that would humiliate and torture me day after day, but that didn’t seem to be the case? What the hell was I?

Brooke reached down and picked me up, my body stretched out with some of me hanging loosely. She stood up and held me up high enough that I could see myself in the mirror on the wall across the dining table. Before I got a good look, Brooke spoke, as if to take away my ability to learn for myself.

“You know, Carley was right about this necklace, so she had SOME taste…” Brooke announced.

She had transformed me into the necklace that my girlfriend had first turned me into! I nearly started sobbing. The cruel irony of being the innocent object Carley chose for me to slowly introduce me to the world of transformation was not lost on me.

Brooke fiddled with the end of my chain, opening my clasp. She reached around her neck and reattached me and let my pendant fall down her chest, settling in right about the point where her cleavage was exposed by the tank top she wore.

“What do you think, girls?” Brooke thrust her chest out to show me off. “Looks good right?”

“I like it! But isn’t it being too nice to him?” Luna asked. “He is sitting right against your tits after all!”

The girls laughed, causing humiliation to seep deeply into my body.

“It’s a good place to spend the rest of your life right?” Brooke laughed. “But let’s make it official, shall we?”

She raised her phone up and unlocked it. From my position on her chest I could see what she was doing. Even after all of these transformations, I had very little idea what the app interface actually looked like. The main screen had several buttons across the top for menus and other such options. Below it was a list of names, the profiles of all the people transformed by this instance of the app. I was surprised to see that I was not the only person listed. Who else did she transform? And into what?

That question quickly fell from my mind as my attention was pulled violently back to what was happening. I watched helplessly as Brooke opened my profile and tapped through a series of prompts. Eventually, an error window popped up with a message saying ‘WARNING: Manually changing these settings may delete user data,’ and prompted her to either choose ‘Cancel’ or ‘Change Anyway.’

“There it is, Nick,” Brooke teased, showing me the message. “Now is the last chance to make me change my mind!”

I silently screamed and sobbed, begging her to reconsider and end this nightmare. I knew that’s what she wanted, but by now my mind was well and truly broken and I didn’t care. If I had a voice to beg her, I would have. Any sense of pride I might have had was gone and I was ready to promise anything to be saved from this fate.

But of course, I didn’t have a voice, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from what I knew she was going to do anyway.

“Opps!” Brooke teased in an exaggerated fashion, tapping the ‘Change Anyway’ button.

I felt a shiver run through me, an actual, real sensation that affected my body, starting from one end and rolling through me to the other. Despite being deprived of a human body for months, I still felt like it ran from my feet to my head. It was a deep sinking feeling, like something inside me was forever changed.

I drew my eyes back to her phone. It was on the home screen, but the list of profiles was one entry shorter. My name was gone… So that’s it then. I was trapped like this forever… A weird sense of calm came over me. Not that I accepted nor enjoyed my fate, but now that it was done, and the threat no longer hung over my head, I couldn't help but feel a certain sense of resigned peace.

With all of this going through my mind, I almost didn’t even notice the girls around the table teasing me. They laughed and poked fun at me, Maya suggested they sell me to a pawn shop, Violet saying they hang me on the wall in the living room so I have to watch their lives go by without me. Though after a moment, it all calmed down.

“So from this point on, Nick will be a staple of this house, always adorning the neck of the current house president, a symbol of office, so to speak!” Brooke announced, the girls abandoning their jest and nodding with small smiles.

Once that was agreed on, they all went their separate ways. I followed Brooke back to her room where she lay out on her bed and flipped through her phone for a few hours before opening her laptop and getting her class schedule ready for the coming semester. By the time she was done, I was just as familiar with her class load as she was. I had nothing to do other than watch what she did, so I unconsciously followed along.

And thus became my days. I would spend the night hanging from a hook on the wall of Brooke’s bedroom, and my days riding around just above her tits. Since the semester was just starting and it was warm, I was given a decent view of the world while she wore low-neckline tops. She went to class, ate meals around campus, went out with friends, and just carried on her life. Doing all the things she denied me and Carley.

And when I was left hanging on the wall, I would watch all kinds of things. Mostly Brooke doing her makeup or working on class projects. She would hang around her room naked or mostly naked more than I remembered when we were still dating, probably as another way to mess with me, knowing I could see everything. Occasionally I would see her masturbate, sometimes making eye contact with me. A few times she would even bring men over and loudly fuck them while I watched. She would ‘accidentally’ call them by my name and throw a knowing glance my way as another way to tease me.

For the first couple months, she talked to me often. At first teasing me, or explaining how this whole thing was my fault. But then it shifted. Brooked teased me less and less, instead choosing to talk casually as if I was a friend of hers. Sometimes she would reminisce over the time we were together, other times she would just think out loud, talking through difficult decisions she had to make.

The other girls would talk to me too sometimes, or at least give me significant glances as they walked past. They still delighted in teasing me from time to time. I honestly started to take a liking to a few of them, enjoying their company as something different from being with only Brooke for such long stretches at a time.

Brooke eventually started wearing more clothes in her room, the novelty of messing with me likely wearing off. As the weather became colder, she would still wear me, but underneath a sweater or other high-necked top, leaving me in mostly darkness and giving me even less to pass the time. The conversations with me also became fewer and further between. Eventually she would even leave me hanging on the wall for days at a time.

I would see my girlfriend the sports bra occasionally, when Hannah was on the way to the gym or out for a run. Though after a while I started to lose track of her, and eventually I forgot what she looked like.

When the semester ended, Brooke graduated, wearing me during the ceremony and her speech to the sorority house. Then, just as she promised, she passed me to Maya, who became the next president as the girls went their separate ways for the summer. When they returned, Luna and Violet were gone, having graduated with Brooke. There were new faces around the house, but none of them knew about me.

One by one, the girls all moved on, leaving only Maya out of that original group. I was surrounded by new faces. I even started to miss the girls, Luna, Violet, even Hannah. At least they talked to me sometimes, acknowledging that I was here and that I was still a person.

Time passed in a weird way, making it hard to keep track. But then suddenly I recognized what was happening. Maya was wearing me and addressing the girls of the house. She pulled me free of her clothing to show to the gathered audience. A chill ran through me when I realized she was wearing a cap and gown.

“It has been my honor and privilege to lead you girls these last couple years,” Maya was saying, her voice formal and rehearsed. “I’ve come to know and love you all as my own sisters. It is with both joy and a heavy heart that I now have to pass on the responsibility of leading you all to another. Someone who has proven time and time again that she deserves the honor that I was allowed to hold for a time.”

She was giving her final address as president of the house. That meant that I was going to be passed on again to the next president, and Maya was going to leave the house for good. I looked up at her longingly, wanting her to remain president, or at least keep me with her as she moved on with her life. Because I knew that once I was passed on, there would be no one left in this house that knew about me. I would cease to be Nick and would fully become just the badge of office for the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority house.

I screamed in my mind, yelling fruitlessly to Maya, trying to stop this from happening, trying to beg her to find a way to restore me or at least keep me with her. But this… A life as nothing but an object for all intents and purposes… I don’t know if my mind could handle that.

“Jackie, come on up here,” Maya said, prompting a short woman with a black pixie-cut and several cheek piercings to come up to join her. The other girls applauded. “With the official passing of the badge of office, Jackie, you become the next president, congratulations!”

Maya undid my clasp and wrapped me around Jackie’s neck. So that was it then, I’ve finally and truly become nothing more than a simple necklace…