*A freshman gets more than he bargained for when he pledges to join the MKT Fraternity.*
*Author’s Note: This story contains heavy themes of non-consensual sex, humiliation and forced feminisation.*
**1. The Dare**
“No *fucking* way, man. There’s no way I’m taking that pill.”
“You sure, mate? Cause it’s the difference between whether you leave this house tonight as a MKT brother, or a schmuck.”
Jacob pushed me the bottle into my hands again.
*XChange Resistance: The gender-swapping pill, with a* ***twist!*** *Warning: Every orgasm increases the chances your transformation becomes* ***permanent****.*
Fuck.
“Look, mate. It’s the price of entry.” Jacob assured me. “Think of it as a test.”
“Our fraternity only accepts the most alpha of alphas.” Devin continued the pitch. “If you can’t stay a man after just six hours on this, then mate, then you don’t deserve to be one of us.”
Test or not, there was something predatory in the way they glanced at me. A glint in their eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.
Looking back now, I should’ve known better than to try pledging for the MKT fraternity. With all bad press they got for their misogyny and crazy wild parties that leave a trail of destruction across campus. But as the jock superstar of my high school, I could barely resist chasing the crowd I wanted to belong in again.
And believe me, the hazing has not been easy. We’ve been made to endure all sorts of embarrassing rituals. From licking our brothers’ taints to streaking naked down the college quad, to showing our sex tapes to our frat brothers for critique. And here I thought things couldn’t get any worse.
“Mate, we’re your pledge masters! You can trust us.” Harold patted my back. “And right now, each and every one of your pledge bros are facing this exact same test.”
“Really?”
I could barely believe that. My fellow pledges, studs as ripped and alpha as I was, taking the XChange Pill and being girls for the night?
“And don’t worry. *Resistance* isn’t permanent if you only come once or twice. It only becomes permanent if you come like, at least ten times.”
“So, unless you’re planning on coming that many times as a girl, are you alpha enough to join us?” Jacob asked, giving me a hard look.
Devin laughed, “Or are you gonna wimp out?”
I swallowed, and gave my answer.
**2. Selfie**
Looking into the mirror, I could barely believe what I was looking at. Where once stood a tall and broad-shouldered athlete, there now stands a beautiful and busty blonde. Nobody would even be able to recognise me now.
“You dressed yet?” Devin hollered from the other room.
“No fucking way, this is embarrassing!” I looked at my outfit. A tiny crop top that barely hid anything, and a miniskirt cut way too high. Worst of all, no bra, no lingerie, nothing. I could feel how naked I was every time the slightest breeze blew by.
“We’re coming in!”
The door opened, and a chorus of wolf-whistles followed.
“You’re looking damn good, Tony! Or should I say, *Tiffany?*” Jacob laughed.
I could feel the three of them eye-fucking me from across the room and went red with embarrassment.
“Well, are you ready for your first task, Tiffany?” Harold asked.
I nodded, slowly.
“Good.” He threw me my phone. “Take a selfie. Then send it to all your friends.”
“No way.” I said, bristling at the suggestion. “You didn’t say that anybody had to know about this!”
“Whoah, whoah! Calm down, hon.” Devin stepped up towards me, and put his hand on the small of my back. It did the opposite of reassuring me. “You think anybody’ll even recognise you from that selfie?”
Then, my phone vibrated. Along with all of theirs.
“Speaking of…” Jacob said.
I opened my phone. It was a message from Gary, one of the other pledges. When I swiped open the message, I came face to face with a busty bimbo brunette, wearing an outfit even skimpier than mine was! She was looking into the camera with come-fuck-me eyes, breasts pressed together in a seductive pose.
Damn, *this* was Gary?! I could hardly believe that this was brute of a wrestler that wouldn’t hesitate to beat someone up if they so much as looked at him the wrong way.
“Looks like he wants to be in the fraternity *real bad*…” Devin laughed.
“Think you can beat that?” said Harold.
“I can try…”
I put my camera on selfie mode, and sat back against the sink, and started taking a few shots. I’d never done anything like this before, so all that came out was awkward shot after awkward shot.
After a few shots, Devin chimed in. “Nu-uh. Not good enough.”
“You know, MKT only accepts 6 brothers every year.” Sidling up to me, Harold whispered into my ear. “If you lose can’t even beat Gary at something as easy as this, well… It tells us a lot about your dedication to the frat.”
I gulped. “Fine, how do I do better?”
“Think like the girls you follow on Instagram.”
I did, but try as I might to mimic their moves, it still didn’t work.
“I think you need some hands-on encouragement. You’re still thinking like *Tony* when you should be thinking like* Tiffany*. Boys, why don’t we show her what it feels like to be a girl?” Devin said. Grabbing me by the shoulder, he started tracing his fingers down my skirt, until…
“What are you—“ I gasped when I felt his fingers at my slit.
“Damn, she’s already wet.” Devin snickered, as he started teasing my hole.
It was all I could do to stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights. The old me screamed to push him away, and to cuss him out. But a new and unfamiliar part of me didn’t—couldn’t—resist, because it felt *good.*
The others watched with rapt attention as Devin started finger-banging me. As I started to whimper and moan before their very eyes.
“How does it feel, Tiffany?” He asked, “Feel like a woman yet?”
No, no this was way too much. When I began to pull away though, Harold was already by my side. I was caught between him and Devin. And before I knew it, his fingers had joined the fray too.
“Damn, you’re right about how wet she is.” Harold said. “She’s a real slut, isn’t she?”
With his mouth, he pulled down my top and started tracing circles around my nipples with his tongue. The new sensation was driving me crazy and making my legs shake from the pleasure.
Taking his cue, Devin started pulling down my skirt and exposing my cunt. Looking down, I could see it. Three of his fingers buried inside me, drenched in my juices.
“Go on then,” Jacob egged me on. “Take the picture. Show us how slutty you are.”
I lifted up my phone with trembling hands and took the selfie.
“Now, send it to all your friends.”
With Devin’s fingers still inside me, I did as I was told. Selected all my contacts. Still, my fingers hovered over the send button. I shouldn’t be doing this, said the tiny voice of reason in my head.
And yet, with Harold sucking on my nipples and Devin fucking me with his fingers, I could feel that voice grow ever softer, drowned out by something else. I could feel the waves of pleasure building up inside me as my moans grew ever louder.
Then, I felt it. Gasping, I struggled to pull away.
“Send the picture, Tiffany.” Devin teased. “Or we’ll have to keep going.”
My finger hovered over the button still. They were too strong, I couldn’t get out of their grip. Still, I felt it coming. Biting my lip, I did as I was told.
With a single click, the picture was sent to over 200 contacts. I shuddered at the consequences. And with that, Devin and Harold let me go.
“You damn near orgasmed from getting finger-fucked!” Devin grinned. “Damn, you’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
“No, I didn’t!” I was blushing again.
“Whatever, get dressed, bitch. We’re taking you out.”
“For task number two!”
**3. Three Drinks**
One ride and a half-hour later, we were at the seediest club in the college town nearby. On Friday night, the place was drowning in students getting drunk out of their minds.
As I got out of the car, I had to hold down my skirt so the wind wouldn’t expose me. Then, following my pledge masters’ leads, I headed into the bar.
“So, task number two.” Harold said, as he leaned against the bar.
“Get us three drinks.” Devin said, that sadistic grin still plastered onto his face.
“I don’t have any money. You guys didn’t even let me grab my wallet before we headed out.”
“We didn’t mean buy us the drinks, Tiffany.” Jacob said, “Think a little more *creatively*.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a girl now.” Harold said. “A damn *hot* one too. You ever know any girl as hot as you to buy their own drinks at the bar?”
“You can’t be serious. You want me to flirt for my drinks?”
“Only if you’re serious about getting into MKT.”
I groaned. “Fine. I’ll do it. Three drinks and I’m in?”
“Well, three drinks and you’ll be more than halfway done with your tasks for the night. You have thirty minutes.”
With that, I found myself sidling up to a stranger by the bar.
The guys were right though, because in less than a minute, he was asking me if I was thirsty. I’d only just started batting my eyes at him. He didn’t even know my name yet!
Another minute later, I was handing a cocktail to Jacob.
“Good job. Looks like you’re a natural at this.” He snickered.
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes. The only thing keeping me from leaving was knowing that the other pledges were going through tasks as embarrassing as this.
Drink number two was slightly harder. I found him by the bar, and did the same routine. A flirty hello, a little touch on the shoulder, giggling at everything he said. Everything I knew would make me crazy for a girl.
“So, buy me a drink?”
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you come dance with me?”
“I don’t know… I’m not a very good dancer. And I’m not drunk enough yet.” Especially not with the heels that the guys were making me wear.
At his crestfallen look, I offered. “Buy me a drink and I’ll dance with you.”
“Sure!” He smiled, as he yelled an order to the bartender. “My name’s Andy by the way!”
“Tiffany!” I shouted over the music.
“So, I’m guessing you’re a student here too, huh? What do you study?”
“Sociology.” I answered, “I’m in my first year.”
“Having fun?”
“Sort of? I’ve been pledging for a fr—a sorority this last week.”
“Damn, that sounds intense.”
“Believe me, Andy, the hazing is hella intense.”
Just then, the bartender came by with our drinks. God, this was way too easy. A part of me wanted to head back to the others and be another step closer to finishing the task, but I had to admit. This was better than I thought it’d be.
“Come on!” He laughed, “Finish your drink so we can dance!”
Well, I thought to myself, I’m in no hurry to get back to the guys, and at the speed I was going, I’ve more than enough time to finish my task… I chugged my drink.
“Whoah, you drink *fast*!”
Then, taking me by the hands, he took me to the dance floor. All around us was a bunch of wasted teens grinding to the music. I held onto him as he took us into the middle of the sea of bodies.
Then, as the beat picked up, I started dancing.
It was odd, dancing in a body that wasn’t even mine. I didn’t even know how to, at first. But a quick glance at the girls around me was all the crash course I needed. Soon, I was grinding along with the best of them on the dance floor. I was having *fun.*
I let my body move to the rhythm. And I could tell by the look on Andy’s face, and the way his eyes followed my every move—as well as the obvious bulge in his pants—that I was doing it right.
When the beat went slow, he pulled me closer. I should’ve pushed him away, should’ve stopped him. But I didn’t. Maybe it was the alcohol, working faster on this petite body than I thought it would. Or maybe it was how deep into things I was already. But I let him pull me into a hot kiss, felt his tongue press against mine as his hands groped my body.
In that moment, I was his. And it overwhelmed me.
When our lips parted, I started stumbling off the dance floor.
“Hey, you alright?” Andy asked. “You seemed a little freaked out… after I kissed you.”
“No, it’s just…” I looked at his earnest face and wondered if I should tell him the truth. “I’m alright. It’s just that… I’m pledging for this sorority. And one of the dares we have to do is to get guys to buy us drinks tonight and I’m running out of time…”
“Say no more.” Andy smiled. “I’ll get you that drink.”
“Really? Why?”
“Well, you’re a pretty nice girl. And I was still hoping I’d get your number…”
A minute later, I was passing Devin his beer.
By the look on his face, I knew he’d been watching me. “Looks like you were having out there, eh?”
“Whatever. I’m nearly done.”
“Go get em’ girl!”
I rolled my eyes and went back to the dance floor. Two drinks down, one more to go. I pulled out my phone to check the time. That’s when I saw the messages. There were at least a hundred of them on my phone, each one responding to the picture I’d sent.
My eyes widened when I saw the source of most of them: Jennifer, my girlfriend.
A quick look at the last few was all I needed to know how she felt about them. *“You lying cheating BASTARD.” “Who the FUCK is this girl?” “You told me you were hanging out with the guys you PRICK.”*
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There was nothing I wanted more than to explain to her what was going on, but I only had ten minutes left.
She’ll understand when I explain it to her tomorrow, I thought to myself, hoping that I wouldn’t be waking up without a girlfriend tomorrow.
Fuck, focus. Ten minutes left, one more drink to go.
I scanned the room, looking for any lonely guys. I groaned to myself, why is every guy here with someone? Then, I saw them, a group of guys standing by the bar, about to do shots.
Sidling up to them, I asked in the bubbliest voice I could muster, “Hey there! Just lost my friends, mind being my new ones?”
That earned riotous laughter. “Sure, join us for shots!”
I was already feeling the effects of my first drink (and wishing I hadn’t chugged it like the jock I no longer was) but I joined them anyway. I desperately needed an in.
As the vodka shot burned its way down my throat, the guys introduced themselves to me.
“We’re from out of town. I’m Jesse, by the way.” said one of them.
“I’m Tiffany.”
“We heard this was the bar with the loosest girls.” another said, “Reckon we’re right about that?”
Just my luck to have wandered into a circle of douchebags.
“Maybe.” I put on my most bimbo-like voice. “Buy a girl a drink and I’m sure she’d loosen right up for you!”
“Really now?” The guys looked at me with hunger in their eyes. “Bartender!”
We laughed, as Jesse went off to order more drinks. When he got back, he was passing cocktails to all the guys. But before he passed me mine, he grinned.
“Let’s test that theory then! If you want that drink, make out with all of us here!”
*No fucking way.* I thought. But at the back of my mind, I knew I was running out of time. “Okay!”
The first guy in line pulled me into a wet and sloppy kiss. The second with a rough and deep one, copping a feel of my breasts as we made out. By the third, I was a hot mess, barely able to stop him as he ran his fingers across my slit.
“Damn, she’s not wearing any underwear!” He laughed as our lips parted, “The girls here really are loose!”
I blushed, “Come on, let me have my drink!”
“Fine, fine. The slut has earned her drink!” Jesse says, passing me my long-awaited cocktail.
Now that I had my drink in hand, I started backing out of their circle, making an excuse to go to the toilet.
“You can leave your drink here with us!” said one of the guys, “We’ll keep it safe!”
“No, that’s alright. I’ll be right back!”
Once I was far enough away from them, I gave out a sigh of relief. Looking around, I searched the crowd for Harold and the guys, but to no avail. I looked back at my phone. More messages from Jennifer. But more importantly, I was running out of time. *Where the hell are they?*
More minutes passed, and just when I was about to give up…
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turned around and came face to face with him. “Jesse!”
“We were wondering where you’d gone off to.” He said, a hint of something sinister in his voice.
“Oh, I was just… looking for one of my friends. She messaged me just now.”
“Well,” He said, taking me by the arm, “Why don’t you come wait with us?”
I wanted to open my mouth and protest, but he was already pulling me through the crowd. It was all I could do to avoid spilling my drink. My only way out of this mess.
“Hey, I think see my friend!” I shouted above the noise of the bar, trying to get away from him.
“Well tell her to come hang with us!” was his easy reply.
As he led me through the crowd, I started to realise that he wasn’t taking me back to the bar. He was pulling me towards the back of the building.
“Where are we going?” I asked, already too drunk to resist, and my unease growing with every step.
“You’ll see.”
**4. Number Three**
It wasn’t long before I found myself backed into a corner of a men’s room cubicle by Jesse. The place was empty, save for the two of us. And when I saw him turn the lock on the door, I knew I was trapped.
“You know, Tiffany. I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.” Jesse said, “Since we’ve gotten to be such good friends. There’s nothing I hate more than a cunt who uses a guy for a free drink.”
“Look, you don’t understand—“
“I understand perfectly. If you’re gonna act like a prostitute, you’re gonna work like one.” He grunted. “On your knees.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He said, “If you wanna get out of here. You’ll have to work for it.”
Trembling, out of a mixture of rage and fear, I was tempted to resist. And yet, there was something else. Something in me that made me want to give in, to comply and submit. I’d never felt it before.
I glared at him. In my old body, holding his gaze, resisting, would’ve been easy. But now, I couldn’t even look at him without shying away.
Against my better senses, I got on my knees before him on the grimy bathroom floor. Then, looking up at him, I frowned.
“Are you happy now?”
“Not yet.” He said, as he pulled down his zipper.
Soon, I was face to face with his cock. Only inches of air stood between us. It was the first cock I’d seen so up close besides my own and I was dumbstruck by the raw masculinity it exuded. At six inches long, it was as long as mine was, but even thicker still.
“Well? What’re you waiting for?”
“You can’t possibly expect me to—“ I never got to finish, before he grabbed me by the hair and penetrated my lips with his cock.
My eyes opened wide as I pressed my palms against him to push away, but he held me tight in his grip as he started to skull-fuck me. It was all I could do not to gag on his cock.
Thrust after thrust, his cock rammed against my throat. He was fucking my face so hard, I could only sputter helplessly, and barely even breathe. I could feel my eyes start to roll back to back of my head as his thrusts came harder and faster.
“Yeah, fucking take it, cunt!” He snarled, as he used me like I was his property.
I’d lost all control and become nothing but a hole for him to fuck.
When he was done with that, he pulled me up by my hair. I coughed and sputtered as he turned me around, and pulled down my skirt.
It wasn’t long before I could feel his cock, pressing against my already-wet pussy.
“Damn, looks like you came prepared…”
“No, please, don’t—“ He covered my lips with his hand.
With a single thrust, the head of his cock pushed inside me. I wanted to scream, the pain was so intense I was seeing stars.
My legs scrambled to get away from him, but were helpless as he started to push his cock inside me. All I could do was whimper into his hand and squirm helplessly against him. My palms pressed against the bathroom wall, and I dug my fingers into the crevice between the tiles as he split me open.
“Fucking! Take! It!” He grunted.
I had no choice.
“God damn! You’re so fucking tight!”
He rammed his cock inside me, again and again, all while I moaned and whimpered into his hand. With dread, I began to realise I was feeling something else far worse than pain.
“Fuck, you’re getting so wet. You love it, don’t you?”
“Nu-mph!” I tried to protest, before his fingers dug into my mouth to silence me.
But I knew he was right. Once I’d gotten used to his thickness, to his manhood forcing his way inside me and stretching me out… I was starting to feel pleasure. The friction of it as he thrust in and out of my pussy, as it rubbed against my clit, it was driving me crazy.
Soon, he didn’t even need to gag me, because I was thrusting back my hips to meet his every thrust.
“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yourself on that cock.”
And I realised he wasn’t even moving anymore. I was fucking myself on him, impaling myself on his length. A distant part of me, the part of me that was still *Tony*, screamed at me to stop, but in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to ride him.
Picking me up with his muscular arms, he turned me around as he sat on the cubicle seat. Then, he lifted me up by the hips, until only the tip of him was still inside me.
Even though I knew what was about to come, my world still turned upside down as he slammed me onto his cock. As he fucked me deeper than ever.
With each thrust, I could feel my legs shake, and that familiar feeling build up inside me.
“Oh no…” I panted, “Please… Stop… I can’t…”
But he ignored me. I might as well have been a sex toy to him. All he did was lift me faster and fuck me harder on his cock.
“Please! You don’t… understand… I’m… on” *XChange Resistance*!
“Ah!” I could feel it.
“I can’t…” The walls inside me falling.
“… Please!” And the floodgates breaking.
“**Ah!**”
With one last thrust, he made me scream as I started to orgasm from his cock. With every thrust, he fucked spurt after spurt of my juices out of me, and it only made him laugh from the sight.
“Fucking yes! I’m gonna come too…”
And in seconds, he was fucking his own cum out of me too, all while I trembled with legs wrapped tight around him.
I was well and truly fucked.
Once he was done, he pushed me aside and left the restroom. Looking down at my ruined skirt and the cum leaking out of my pussy, I whimpered at the beautiful sight.
**5. Rite of Passage**
“You’re late.” Devin said.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just…”
A look at me was all it took for Devin to figure out what had happened. “Looks like you had a damn good time, eh?”
I wanted to tell him off, but he was already dragging me back to the car. Eager to leave, I followed him.
“Come on, we’ll drive you home.” Harold said from the driver’s seat.
Oh thank god, I thought to myself. This night is finally coming to an end.
–
The guys followed me up to my apartment.
“Look, I’ve gone above and beyond to prove my loyalty. Please tell me that means I’m part of the frat now.” I said, with Jesse’s cum still dripping down my thigh. I’m sure none of the other pledges had to endure what I had tonight!
The three of them shared a look, before Jacob said to me. “Nu-uh. Close, but no cigar.”
“You’ve got one more task left to go before we call it a night.” Devin said. “Before you get to join us in the fraternity house.”
Only then did I notice the black bag they’d carried up with them from the car. Harold opened it to reveal its contents: Ropes, ball-gags, nipple-clamps… Everything you’d need for the most fucked up kind of party.
“No way. I’m done.” I said, throwing in the towel. “Whatever the third task is, I’m out.”
“Really? That means everything you’ve done so far is for nothing.” Jacob said.
“I knew you were gonna wimp out.” Devin taunted. “From the second you walked into the frat house, I knew you weren’t alpha enough to join.”
“You were so close.” Harold said, caressing my cheek and stroking my back. “Just one more task and you’ll be one of us.”
Everything in me, after this crazy night, told me to say no. And yet, I couldn’t deny the temptation I felt. How much of that was Tiffany or Tony, I didn’t know.
“*Alright*.” I began nodding slowly. “Alright. What’s the last task.”
“Good girl.” Harold smiled, patting my back.
“It’s simple,” Devin explained, “We’ll tie you up. Tease you. Abuse you. If you go ten minutes without an orgasm… you’re in.”
“Ten minutes?” That sounds easy. “Ten minutes and I’m in?”
“Exactly.”
“Alright… I’ll do it.”
–
It wasn’t long before I was tied spread-eagle on my own bed—the same one I’d fucked Jennifer a dozen times over on—without a scrap of modesty to cover me. With my limbs restrained, and put in a blindfold and a gag, I was completely and utterly helpless.
After a few minutes in darkness, I thought they’d left me there and started letting out muffled shouts. But then, I started to feel their fingers, tracing along my side. Groping at my tits and my wet and ruined cunt.
“We’ll let you in on a secret, pledge.” Devin whispered in my ear, as Harold and Jacob continued to grope me. “We experienced this hazing too. From our seniors. Each and every one of us. Made to take the pill and get humiliated for a night.”
I could feel their fingers at my pussy, circling around my already-wet and sloppy entrance.
“And at the end of it all, each and every one of us…” And the fingers were inside me. “Got fucked. We all did it. The ultimate test of loyalty: Losing our virginity as women to our pledge master.”
“Well, it looks like it’s too late for that with you.” Devin continued, voice full of condescension. “But the lucky thing is… there’s *three* of us here.”
I started struggling against the ropes when I realised his implication. No way. There was no way this was happening. This went above and beyond teasing.
But there was no use, the ropes held me tight.
“Get ready, Harold’s going first.” There was nothing I could do as Devin caressed my cheek. As the fingers withdrew from inside me, replaced by Harold’s cock pressed against my entrance.
“Open up…” Devin said. And with a thrust, Harold was inside me.
I could only whimper and moan into my gag, as he had his way with me. In long and sensual thrusts, he made me feel every inch of him inside me. God, he was so thick, way thicker than me or Jesse, and he let me know it.
Grabbing me by my thighs, he fucked me while Devin and Jacob sucked on my tits. They were making me their bitch. I was in heaven and hell. Feeling a pleasure and humiliation more intense than anything I’d ever felt before.
“Oh fuck… She’s so fucking wet and warm…” I could hear Harold say to the others, followed by the others cajoling him to fuck me harder.
And fuck me harder he did. Soon, I was bouncing helplessly on his cock, a pang of pleasure and pain twisting their way through me each time he bottomed out deep inside me.
In seconds, I could feel his thrusts coming more frantic and erratic. I knew it was coming, because that feeling was rising up inside me too.
No, fuck, no, don’t… I thought to myself, struggling as much as I could against it. I tightened my body and tried to resist…
“Fuck, she’s getting so tight!” Harold grunted. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Cum!”
I felt him emptying himself inside me, load after load of his warm seed. And that was all too much to bear. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I could hear Jacob and Devin’s laughter as my pussy began to spurt, as another orgasm overtook me. Oh god…
No sooner did I finish, did Harold pull out and Jacob take his place. I didn’t even have time to recover before he started fucking me with wild abandon.
Where Harold fucked in long and slow thrusts full of sensuality, Jacob fucked like an animal full of primal need. He wasn’t as thick or as big, but he more than made up for it with his roughness.
Grabbing me by the tits, he made me feel him, all of him.
It wasn’t long before I could feel him emptying his balls inside me too. And as though he’d pulled a trigger deep inside me, I could feel my body go tight again as yet another orgasm overwhelmed me. Oh god, I’d never come so much as Tony!
By the time Devin took his turn, I was already out of it. My mind was far away as my body whimpered, moaned and struggled to get as much of him inside me as I could. Whatever rational thought I once had was fleeting before the pleasure he was making me feel.
–
Then, it was over.
“Fuck, man. She came all three times.” Harold said, in disbelief. “She wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“Yeah, the fuck. She really got into it. What if she… What if the pill’s effects are permanent?” Jacob asked.
“They won’t be.” Devin put an end to that line of questioning. “Read the instructions. You need at least *ten* orgasms to make the change permanent. And as slutty as Tiffany here was, I don’t think she quite reached that ten.”
Relief overwhelmed me then. Thank god. I was going to change back by daybreak.
“Ha. Welcome to the frat, Tiffany.” Jacob laughed. “Don’t think I’ve ever met such an eager pledge before.”
I knew they’d never see me the same way ever again. Not after each of them had their turn at fucking me. But at least the ordeal was over…
“Just one last thing, Tiffany.” Devin. *Fucking Devin.* “We’re gonna leave you tied up.”
*What?!*
“It’s a rite of passage, in MKT. One long night of forced reflection as a woman.” Harold explained. “And they say we’re a misogynistic frat! Don’t worry, we’ll take your apartment key and be back in the morning to let you out when you’ve changed back.”
*Oh no… Please no…*
“Have a good last night as a girl, Tiffany, and think deeply about your womanhood.” said Jacob, to everyone’s laughter.
I heard their footsteps grow ever softer, followed by the sound of my apartment door slamming shut. *Oh god. This is going to be a long night.*
**6. Payback**
It must’ve been hours later when I heard the sound of keys jiggling in my apartment’s front door. I’d been drifting in and out of sleep, time was hard to tell from behind a blindfold, but I perked up instantly at the sound of it.
*Thank god. It’s over. They’re back to free me.*
I heard the footsteps drawing ever closer.
But the voice that came after wasn’t any of the guys’.
“What the fuck?” It was Jennifer’s.
“You fucking whore.” Jennifer said, “I knew Tony was a kinky bastard, but I never knew he’d fucking do this to…”
I struggled against my bonds, struggled to say, *Jennifer. It’s me!* But it was no use. The restraints had me helpless and there was no way she could understand anything through my gag.
“Hm…” I could hear her say, in a voice dripping with venom. “Looks like its time for some payback.”
I heard her disappear for a while. The longest moments of my life, my heart beating faster than it ever did on the football field. And when she came back, I began to feel something hard press against my pussy. *Oh no…*
“Nu-uh!” I groaned through my gag.
She was merciless, pushing it deep inside me, as deep as it would go.
“You know, I’m not one for slut shaming, but god damn you’re such a fucking whore.” I could feel her fingers tracing around my cum-drenched pussy, and the resentment in her voice. “Tony never could come so much with *me*.”
“But hey, if you’re gonna steal another girl’s man… well, you’d better learn to deal with the consequences.”
I heard her flick a switch. And suddenly, the thing she’d pushed inside me began to ***vibrate***.
*No, Jennifer. Please, you don’t understand.* I tried to say through the gag, struggling as hard as I could against the restraints. *You have to let me go. Please, otherwise…*
I could hear her laughing at me, as I struggled to get free, struggled to get that *thing* out of me. But all it did was increase the friction of her vibrator inside me. As it made me feel that forbidden feeling that I’d only discovered tonight as Tiffany.
Oh god, I thought to myself, as the sensation of it spread through me. Oh god… I could feel it coming again.
With a gasp, my body writhed against the restraints as yet another orgasm overwhelmed me. This time, there was nothing left to spurt. I was so spent. And yet, the machine kept on going.
Panicked, I struggled ever harder against it.
“There, there…” I could hear Jennifer taunt me. “I’d feel a little guiltier about leaving you tied up like this, if Tony wasn’t coming back to free you himself.”
My panic only grew as I heard her stepping towards the door. *Jennifer! Stop this! Ah! It’s too… much!* ***Ah!***
I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm already.
“Give Tony my regards, slut.” was the last thing she said, before she slammed the door on me.
And soon, I was trapped and alone, writhing helplessly with my girlfriend’s vibrator inside me. All the while, Devin’s voice was in my head.*You need at least ten orgasms to make the change permanent.*
And number six was coming right up.
**7. Aftermath**
I lost track of the number of times I came that night, or even the passing of time. Everything was a blur of lust and explosive sensation, ever building before it exploded through my loins. Again, and again, and again, until my mind was practically lost to it.
By the time the guys came back in the morning to free me, the old me was long gone. In the span of eight hours, I’d orgasmed more than twenty times, and I was barely coherent they he freed the new me from my bonds.
The guys were stunned at first, when they realised that I should’ve changed back by now. But a quick glance at the vibrator still going off in my pussy gave soon made obvious the reason why.
–
So. It’s been a few weeks since the hazing.
Jennifer broke up with me, after that. She still blames me for what happened and thinks I deserved everything I got, despite being the one responsible for my lost masculinity.
The guys were apologetic at first, but I could recognise the look in their eyes that went beyond sympathy. They were happy, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out why when they offered me a place in the fraternity anyway, except instead of as a frat brother…
“Looks like you failed the test, mate.” Devin said to me then. “But the good news is, you’ll still be joining the frat… Only this time, as our fraternity slut!”
And now, I’m dating this boy I met at the bar called Andy. He’s a really sweet and awesome guy. He’s straight-A student, and a total progressive and feminist. I’d never ever felt disrespected by him. I might even be falling in love, even if the small part of me that’s still Tony might resist every time he slides his beautiful cock inside me.
I’m still trying to figure out when’s the best time to tell him that I used to be Tony. Or that whenever I’m in need of someone to disrespect and *really* use me, the rest of my frat brothers in MKT were filling me up with load after load of fresh cum.
But hey, try as I might to be regretful, I guess I’d gotten what I wanted after all!
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I wish I had one of those pills