Freshman Re-Orientation 6 - Pt. 2

James Bush kicked at the back of the seat ahead of him. He could see the temperature rising on dear old Mom, but he didn’t much care. It was her idea to come to this stupid college, so if she was going to treat him like a child, he would be happy to act like one. To her credit, she restrained herself from yelling. Still, he could see the back of her neck reddening. He was sure she was wearing that cramped face she usually did when she was pissed off at him.

“How much farther?” he asked, punctuating the question with a shift in his seat and another nudge of the front passenger seat. This one pulled a sharp sigh out of his mother.

“About three miles.” His father answered this time. At least he was still capable of speech. He’d said little on the trip to Lewellyn. That wa sunlike him. Dear old Dad loved to wax philosophical about all manner of things when he had James trapped like this.

The preferred topics lately were James’s poor performance in school, the class of friends he chose to spend time with, and - that granddaddy of all topics – what he was going to do with his life. James ignored his parents’ wishes to abandon his friends from high school. He would agree, begrudgingly, that some were not top-tier individuals. It was difficult to explain to parents that high school was like state-mandated Hell, especially for a kid like James.

He was always small. Small in stature, with thin, almost delicate features. His soft red hair only made him stand out more amongst his peers. When he entered high school, he expected to hit some kind of growth spurt, but had topped out at five-and-a-half feet. He needed glasses, so he should have looked every bit the soft-featured nerd, but he didn’t have the brains for that. What he had was some steel in his spine. His parents were called in often for his attempts to fight other students for perceived slights. If he wasn’t going to be smart, he resolved, he would be strong.

And those friends of his, the ones his parents went on about, they had accepted him, helped shield him from the worst of what high school had to offer. They were burnouts and miscreants and pains in the ass of the administration, but they were his burnouts and miscreants. James would fight to defend them just as they would fight to protect him. When no one else wants you, all you have is each other.

The college campus was nice, he could admit that much. Rolling up on the edges of it, he saw old buildings with stone faces and stretches of green grass where young men and women sat and talked or scurried to their next classes.

Maybe, he thought, this isn’t such a bad thing. Away from the family, I can be me. And look at some of those girls!

His father grumbled his way to a dorm with the assistance of a navigation app. When they arrived, James was quick to eject himself from the back seat. He stretched and breathed in deeply. It was a nice Fall day and the sound of laughter was echoing from somewhere on campus. Yes, perhaps this would be a place for a reset after all.

His father wordlessly removed luggage from the trunk while his mother stood an arm’s length away from James, her hands clutched together against her thin chest. Her face was screwed up like she was going to cry any minute.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” he said for lack of anything better.

“Oh, James,” she whimpered, and she gathered him up in a grand hug that cracked one of his vertebrae.

“Jesus, Mom, I’m just going to college, not jail. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

His father deposited James’s luggage on the sidewalk before the dorm with little fanfare. His face was sour and stonelike. For an instant, James thought his father would simply turn and walk away. Then, almost reluctantly, he extended a hand. James took it and shook.

“You take care of yourself,” he said, his eye smovinga way, over James’s shoulder. “Son,” he added. And then he did turn away.

“We’ll see you soon,” his mother said.

“Yeah. See you soon.”

He waited on the sidewalk while his parents gathered themselves and drove away. He watched the car until it reached a stop sign and made a left turn, pulling out of sight behind a house with a car parke don the grass.

“Hey there!”

The voice was light and bright and enthusiastic. When he looked to the source, he found it belonged to a perky girl with a white sweater and impossibly light hair. Her lips were pink and glossy, and her eyes were a deep, bright blue. With her hands shoved into the front pockets of a painted-on pair of jeans, she looked every but the sexy college coed.

“Hey yourself,” James said. He felt insecure about how short he was. They were at eye level, and his body wasn’t much thinner than hers. He didn’t have a cute pair of perky tits, though, and he was doing his best not to stare at how her nipples were standing up beneath the sweater.

“I’m Kate. I’m supposed to help you get situated. All of our special cases get an official liaison. And I’m yours.”

Her smile was white and wide and made little dimples crater her cheeks. She was so cute, James thought his heart might break just looking at her.

“Am I special case?”

“I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. I guess you go tin some trouble, huh?”

His cheeks flushed red. “I guess I did. But hopefully that’s all behind me. I was sort of looking at all this as a fresh start.”

“That’s great!” Kate bubbled. “Just the way to look at things. How about we get you upstairs and settled?”

James wrestled with the bags all the way to te dorm and again up the stairs. What he noticed immediately was the lack of men in the dorm. He initially chalked it up to good luck. I mean, who minded seeing a bunch of college girls running around in their Autumn finest? But by the time he was dragging his world belongings to the third floor of the dorm, he realized there were no men at all. Not a one. When he pointed that out to Kate she giggled a little.

“I wondered when you were going to notice that. There was a little mix-up. You’re going to be staying in the girls’ dorm, but just for a few days until we get everything worked out. The only other empty beds are in the Kappa Rho sorority house. I’m sure you’d love to sleep there, but this will have to do for now.”

“They’re just going to let me stay in this hall full of girls?”

Kate stopped in the middle of the third floor hallway and faced him, her hands on her hips.

“James Bush, you’re not planning on being trouble, are you?”

He blushed, his stomach doing some flops at the doe-eyed look his liaison gave him.

“No. of course not. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or anything.”

“Aren’t you sweet? Oh, here we are. This is your room. no roommates yet. Mind yourself when you go to the bathroom and announce yourself so you don’t surprise any of the girls in their altogether. Otherwise, this should work out just fine. Until we get you situated.”

“Yeah, situated.”

The room Kate opened was small, but efficient. A desk built into the wall on one side, a bathroom door beside the desk. A wide Queen-sized bed, which wa snice to see, and a standing wardrobe with sliding doors at the foot of the bed to his left when James entered. A small space was left empty for a chair, maybe, or a rug and a television.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Kate smiled. “Your schedule is on the desk over there. Like I said, some mix-ups in the scheduling, too. But go to the classes on the list and we’ll have you in regular classes before you know it. Besides, a good way to meet girls in some of those classes.”

James dropped the luggage with a whump and stretched his arms. Before he could properly register the classes on his schedule, Kate was gone. He looked again: Home Ec, Domestic Engineering, Dance 101, and Fashion Arts. Some of these he could barely envision as a real class, but he had two each day, with a big hole in the middle of both days to wander campus and get his footing. Like Kate said, these classes might be a great place to meet girls.

Brina and the rest of the reformed sissies left Taylor on the side of the road by an old video rental store that was somehow still open. It was known for its kitschy selection and maintained its operation by renting to stoned college kids and cinephiles in town. It was also far enough away from campus for Taylor’s chauffeurs to remain anonymous, but not so far that she couldn’t walk back.

When she entered the Kappa Rho house, Becky was in the common room with some of the others in the sorority. They turned with glee to see Taylor returning, the sun already set behind her, but night had not taken full hold, yet.

“Look who comes dragging back in. We waited for you at the mall, slut. Where were you?”

Brina and Dani helped her with the lie and it came easy to Taylor’s lips: “I saw a cute guy and I followed him into the bathroom. Then he took me home to have some fun with his roommate.”

While untrue, the scenario still made Taylor’s sissyclit twitch. The very idea was erotic, even if that arousal was programmed into her like Brina and the others claimed.

Becky cackled and the others joined in the teasing. “Go get cleaned up. Put on that red dress we got you at the mall. It’s on your bed downstairs. Then come back when you’ve freshened up. We have plans tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Taylor said automatically and aimed for the narrow staircase near the kitchen.

There was a wide and winding staircase upstairs to the bedrooms where the sorority sisters slept. The passage Taylor took was home to her and one other, a sissy named Lynn. She served the sorority longer and thus claimed a kind of seniority. She wasn’t downstairs when Taylor descended the steps, though. The pair of rooms in the basement were empty. One was for sleeping, a room she shared with Lynn, and the other was for work. Sometimes that work was ironing the clothes of their betters, and sometimes it was of a more sexual nature. Taylor’s asshole had been introduced to its first plug in that room, and she remembered the moment she was first plugged with an odd nostalgia.

As Becky promised, a red dress was draped over her narrow bed in the basement. Even without pressing it against her body, Taylor could tell it was very skimpy. She used the attached half-bath to clean her face and apply fresh makeup. Whatever she might believe about Slade and the college, she knew the way she slipped into a sweet and overwhelming surrender when she did her makeup wasn’t natural. It soothed her, made her feel compliant and ever so horny.

By the time she had freshened up and was slipping into the tight red dress, Taylor’s adventures at the mall and her encounter with Brina and the others felt like a distant memory. It was better to let her thoughts and resistance drift away and allow herself to feel the whole-body thrill of being a perfect sissy. Her tits were really coming in, and Taylor checked her profile in the mirror before she ascended the stairs. She had a nice, flat tummy and a curvy ass, handful tits that could make a mouth water, and ruby lips that begged to be parted.

“There we go, that’s a good sissy,” Becky beamed when Taylor emerged from the basement rooms and entered the common room again. “I was starting tot hink you didn’t love us anymore.”

“No, ma’am, I love all the sisters.”

“I know you do, sissy. And we have a special surprise for you tonight. I know how much you love to help us. Don’t you?”

“Oh, yes! Anything you want!”

Taylor’s sissyclit was threatening to stiffen and ruin the line of her dress, but it was hard not to get excited when she was being openly asked to serve like that. Serving the sisters of Kappa Rho was one of her great joys.

Part of her programming, a voice whispered.

So what? Who cared if it was programming if it felt this good?”

“Earth to Taylor,” Becky continued, waving a hand before Taylor’s face and waking her from her momentary trance. “You really are a stupid slut, aren’t you?”

Taylor giggled. Part of her hated how much I turned her on when she was told how worthless she was.

“Jackie has a guest over. Her problem is that her new boyfriend can’t seem to last very long. They start fooling a round and-“ Becky made a popping sound with her forefinger and pursed lips. “-off he goes. That’s where you come in. You are going to go upstairs and drain his balls for Jackie so that her boyfriend can handle a real woman for more than ten seconds. And you get to eat all the cum he gives you. That’s nice of Jackie, isn’t it? Letting you have some of her boyfriend’s yummy cum?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!”

Taylor was consumed in a sea of lust and mind-breaking joy. She fel sexy. More than that, she felt slutty. That’s just what she was – a sissy slut.

“May I go now, ma’am?” she asked Becky.