The Sorority's New Pledge TG

Logan had made a mistake. A big one.

It all started with a stupid bet. He had been goofing around at a college party, making jokes about how easy sorority initiations must be compared to fraternity hazing. That’s when Vanessa, the president of the most prestigious sorority on campus, Delta Eta Pi, had smirked and called his bluff.

“Oh really, Logan? You think you could handle our initiation?” she had asked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Logan, full of liquid confidence, had laughed. “Yeah, no problem. I bet I could breeze through whatever you throw at me.”

The girls exchanged wicked smiles. “Alright then,” Vanessa said. “You’re officially pledging Delta Eta Pi.”

Logan shrugged. “Fine. What do I have to do?”

Vanessa’s smirk widened. “Oh, we’ll get to that.”

That’s when things took a turn.

The next evening, Logan showed up at the sorority house, expecting some silly pranks or lighthearted challenges. But as soon as he stepped inside, the door shut behind him, and the girls circled around like a pack of wolves.

“You want to be a Delta girl?” Vanessa purred. “Then we’re going to make you one.”

Before he could back out, two girls grabbed his arms and pulled him toward a chair in the middle of the room. He barely had time to protest before his shirt was yanked off.

“Whoa, hold on—”

“Shh,” Vanessa cooed. “This is your initiation, sweetheart.”

Someone came up behind him and started rubbing warm wax onto his arms.

“Wait, is that—”

Rip!

Logan let out a strangled yelp as a wax strip was torn from his skin. The girls laughed as they continued stripping away every last hair from his body—his legs, arms, chest. By the time they were done, he was smooth and trembling.

“Much better,” Vanessa said, tilting his chin up. “But we’re just getting started.”

Next, they led him to a vanity filled with beauty products. Vanessa picked up a bottle of foundation and started dabbing it onto his face. “Can’t have you looking all rough and rugged, can we?”

One girl, Bella, worked on his eyebrows, plucking them into a neater, more feminine arch. Another, Sophie, started applying soft pink blush to his cheeks, giggling as he flinched.

“Don’t move,” she teased, “or we’ll have to start over.”

Logan clenched his jaw as they painted his lips a glossy shade of pink and added thick mascara to his lashes. When they were done, he barely recognized himself in the mirror.

“Oh my god,” he muttered.

“Oh my god,” Vanessa mimicked in a high-pitched voice, making the girls laugh. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

They led him to another chair, where Bella pulled out a set of hair extensions. Within minutes, his short hair was transformed into long, silky brown locks.

“This is insane,” Logan mumbled.

“You wanted to be a sorority girl,” Sophie teased. “So, now you are one.”

Then came the outfit. They handed him a tiny pink plaid miniskirt, sheer tights with little heart prints, and a lacy white crop top.

“No way,” he said, backing up.

“Oh, yes way,” Vanessa grinned. “Unless you want us to post these makeover pictures all over campus.”

Logan swallowed hard. They had him trapped. With no choice left, he reluctantly put on the outfit. The skirt barely covered anything, and the tights clung to his now-smooth legs like a second skin. The top felt delicate and unfamiliar against his body.

The girls erupted into cheers.

“You look adorable!”

Logan wanted to disappear.

“Now, for the final test,” Vanessa said, grinning. “We’re taking you to the mall. As our newest pledge, you have to go shopping for girly things—makeup, lingerie, whatever we pick.”

His stomach dropped. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, we’re dead serious.”

Before he could argue, they grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

At the mall, Logan tried to keep his head down, but it was impossible. The girls paraded him through store after store, making him try on perfumes, test out lipsticks, and even pick out a matching bra and panty set.

By the end of the night, he was exhausted, humiliated, and completely transformed.

Vanessa grinned as they walked back to the sorority house. “You did good, babe. I think you might just make a perfect Delta girl.”

Logan groaned, knowing that this was just the beginning.