Sorority Pledge

Ch-1: The Pledge

"Fuck off Greg. I'm not going to do this, you prick." Roderick growled at a tall muscular man standing in front of him. They were striding across a wide green lawn in the twilight hours before dark on the insistence of the taller man. Greg merely glowered down at Roderick in response, grinning in an almost sadistic manner.

"Stop being such a fucking sissy and get out there." Greg said to the smaller man. He was annoyed that the midget kept dragging his feet out here. It was nippy, damnit.

Roderick glared up at the guy who had more than a foot of height on him with all of the defiance he could muster. He wasn't intimidated by Greg but he knew that he would probably lose a fight if it came down between the two of them. Greg was one of the stars of the college football team and he had occasionally looked at a set of dumbbells. They stopped walking when they were within twenty feet of a large white house that was bathed in pink from the spotlights that were put out front. The Greek letters Zeta Epsilon Epsilon were hung under the eaves above the front door.

"Look I've done enough for this stupid frat to get in. I'm not going over there and stealing a bunch of girls' panties just so that you can get your rocks off." Roderick said defiantly.

Greg's eyes widened just a little bit at that last statement. He was surprised by Roderick's little outburst. Up until now the pansy dork had seemed to be like so many of the other little pricks that pledged to the Delta Omicron Mu frat. Just another scared weak beta male piece of shit that Greg loved to torment endlessly. These guys would never make it into the frat, at least as long as he was still around, but that didn't stop the other members from tormenting the losers as much as possible. It was tradition at this point. Up to this point, Roderick had done everything the frat members had told him to do. Greg was his overseer, the one who made sure that he didn't chicken out of any tasks, and he particularly enjoyed watching this little maggot squirm. To date, Greg had made Roderick do push-ups until he puked, drink 2 gallons of milk and then go on a 5 mile run, stand around outside of bars and use the dirtiest pickup lines he could think on random women, and had him steal the answer key to a particular test Greg knew he wasn't going to pass. This latest task Greg had dreamed up had been one from his own perverted mind, his desire to steal panties from the hottest sorority on campus. Thus he had dragged Roderick, who had been grumbling to himself all day, down to the front lawn of the sorority house and giving him his instructions. Which is when Roderick's little mutiny began.

"Is that any way to be talking to your Superior?" Greg grunted, puffing up to make himself seem as big as possible. It wasn't hard considering Greg was over two hundred pounds of pure muscle. Roderick remained unintimidated by Greg's grandstanding, which only served to piss the latter off more.

"You are not my superior in anything, you dumb muscle bound fuck."

Greg felt a wave of surprise and astonishment roll over him. Roderick has certainly moaned over the various tasks the frat had put him through. In fact, he bitched about pretty much everything they did to him. But up to this point he hadn't actually said anything about it to his face. Greg felt a measure of respect for the little twerp, right before he punched him in the gut as hard as he could. Roderick doubled over wheezing in pain as Greg stood smirking over him.

"That was a warning shot you little punk. The next time you mouth off to me, I'm going to put you in the freaking hospital. Now get in there and do as your god damn told."

Roderick sank to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Having the wind knocked out of him by Greg in one fell blow had certainly driven a little of the fire out of him. But despite the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up, piss himself and pass out, Roderick was steadfast in his conviction that enough was enough.

After ninety days of what was tantamount to torture, Roderick, who had always let other people walk over him, had finally hit his limit. He had correctly surmised that the frat had no intention of pledging him at all several days ago. They were just abusing him at this point for shits and giggles. But a desperate part of him, the part that remembered his father's words as he waxed nostalgic about his time at college, had held him hostage in the hope that maybe all of this suffering would be worth it in the end. Were not frats part of the essential college experience? Wasn't this the kind of hazing guys do to one another for fun?

But now as he was kneeling and gasping, looking up at the smirking face of Greg, he knew for certain that all of what he had been through was in vain. Slowly regaining his feet, still holding his throbbing guts, Roderick once again stared up defiantly at Greg. "Well what's it going to be?" The muscular jock sneered down at him.

Roderick held his gaze for a few seconds more before he slowly turned and began marching towards the sorority house. Greg smiled, feeling damned good about himself for putting another loser in his place. However his smile quickly turned into a scowl as he realized that instead of trying one of the windows or sneaking around the back, the stupid punk was walking right up to the front door.

It was only twenty feet across the front lawn to the front door of the sorority house, but it certainly felt like it was a lot longer to Roderick. His guts were absolutely roiling from that hit Greg had given him and his knees felt unsteady. Well this is what I get for finally getting some balls, he thought to himself. Though the thought gave him no real pleasure, Roderick held firm in his conviction that he was done being pushed around by these idiot assholes. The only problem with this was the certainty that Greg wasn't going to reward his sudden change of heart with a hearty pat on the back. In fact, he was almost sure that Greg and all the other frat guys were going to pound the ever loving crap out of him every chance they got. But enough was enough.

Roderick had let himself be bullied almost all of his life to this point. He had always been shorter and skinnier than other kids. Puberty had not done much for him either. Topping out at a maximum height of five feet and five inches, Roderick had never really developed any serious muscle tone. He was scrawny and short, cursed with muddy brown eyes and dark brown hair did nothing to distinguish him from his better looking peers.

Roderick just always seemed to fade into the background of any group he was in. Anytime he actually got attention, it was usually to be made fun of, bullied, harassed and generally used as a punching bag. But he made a promise to himself after graduating high school, a promise to finally pick himself up and turn his life around. Roderick viewed college as a chance to start over and finally become the person he wanted to be. The ultimate problem with that was Roderick didn't have any idea who exactly he wanted to be. Having only just turned twenty a few weeks before the term started, Roderick hadn't figured out anything about what to do with the rest of his life.

His college counselor hadn't been of any help, they had just droned on and on about the 'college experience.' Roderick had the sneaking suspicion that the counselor actually hated the school system. Or possibly they were just bad at their job.

He signed up for generic english, math and history classes. Mostly it was just to kill time until he could figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. However, it had been his father who had convinced Roderick to try out for a fraternity. Or more accurately it had been all of his father's stories about the endless wild adventures he seemed to have at college.

For Roderick, someone desperate to break free of the shackles of their old life, he was drawn to the ideas of camaraderie, friendship and general mischievousness that his father's story seemed to impart. Unfortunately, the reality had been somewhat different. Of the dozen or so frats at the university where Roderick had been accepted, only one had given him a chance to pledge to them. And as Roderick now knew, it was only so that they could torment him for their own shits and giggles.

It was just High School on steroids he glumly thought. And so the fires of rebellion had built in Roderick's guts. Something inside his mind seemed to have snapped and a little voice was telling him that if he didn't stand up for himself now, he was going to be walked on by guys like Greg for the rest of his entire life. Which had brought him to his outburst and the subsequent gut-crushing blow he had experienced.

Roderick marched up to the door of the sorority and knocked on it with his shaking fist. He was still feeling like he was going to throw up but he also felt that he had to go through with his act of defiance. Behind him he could hear Greg hollering something indistinctly, but he purposely ignored him. After a few moments he knocked again, more intensely this time. However he still wasn't hearing any movement behind the closed door. Greg's voice started steadily becoming louder and as Roderick glanced over his shoulders he saw the muscular jock was storming towards him, his face contorted with fury.

As Roderick frantically pounded on the door for a third time, it opened suddenly mid-knock. A small girl who couldn't have been more than five feet tall, complete with blonde hair that came down around her shoulders answered the door. She looked extremely annoyed at having been disturbed and glared at Roderick with her blue green eyes.

"Oh my gawd, what is your deal dude?" The blonde girl shouted at him. Glancing over his shoulder again, Roderick saw that Greg had halted his advanced. he was still glaring at Roderick but he also had a look of uncertainty on his face. It was obvious that even a thug like Greg was thinking twice about beating the crap out of him in front of a witness. Roderick wasted no time in launching into his spiel.

"Look I'm sorry to bother you, but I just thought you should know that these jerks from across the street are trying to get me to come over here and steal underwear from here."

The girl blinked at him and her face became a blank slate of surprise. Whatever she had been expecting him to say, it had not been that.

Roderick continued on, "You see, it was all part of their stupid pledge. But I just couldn't go through with it. These guys are..."

He drifted off as he saw that over his shoulder Greg was beginning to stride towards the door again. He felt panic rising in his throat. His instincts told him to bolt for it, just run as fast as he could, but he knew Greg would catch up to him almost instantaneously. He was in frat row and the only place he could run to that would let him inside was the very frat house he was attempting to pledge to.

The blonde girl looked at Roderick's panicked expression, then glanced around him and saw Greg moving towards the door with a nasty looking smirk on his face. A brief moment of silence passed between them as Roderick's words choked off into a low gurgle.

Suddenly and without warning she reached out and grabbed Roderick by the collar, then pulled him into the sorority house. Greg was momentarily surprised by this turn of events and stumbled through the doorway. While his brain processed what just happened, the girl wasted no effort in slamming the door shut, just as Greg reached the front steps. She quickly engaged the multitude of locks and latches that the sorority had equipped its sturdy looking front door.

Roderick had tumbled onto the floor as the girl pulled him in and now moved himself into a sitting position on the front carpet as the girl stood on her tippy toes peeking out through the peephole. Seconds later a furious pounding began to shake the door.

"All right this is all fucking real funny. Come out here Rod and let's talk things over, just you and me."

The blonde girl glanced down at Roderick who furiously shook his head from side to side, too terrified to even utter a word. After a few more seconds, Greg pounded on the door again.

"Come on out here you little twerp!" he bellowed.

The blonde girl suddenly shouted, "I don't know who you think you are but you better get out of here before I call campus security jerkwad!"

There were a few moments of silence. Roderick dared to think that maybe the lumbering hulk that was Greg had even been dissuaded from his current course of action.

Then he heard Greg growling, "If you don't come out here Rod, I promise you it's going to be bad. Painfully bad."

Roderick just stared from the floor, unable to make himself move. He silently whimpered as he watched, transfixed on solid wood of the front door, willing it to somehow repulse the monster that was Greg.

After a few more seconds of silence, the handle jiggled back and forth for a few seconds. The door remained unmoved. Then Greg said, "All right, Rod. Have it your way. You can't hide in the bitch house forever." He then heard a series of stomping sounds and then Greg said, "See you back at the house, dead meat," and then he was gone.

The short blonde girl looked through the people for a few more seconds before she turned around and stared down at Roderick sitting on the carpet. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Well you're in it now mister."

Roderick didn't know what to say and could only glumly nod as he considered his fate. Suddenly the girl was reaching a hand out for him. Roderick took it and he was pulled to his feet by her surprisingly strong grip.

"Hey, um... thanks a lot for, you know, helping me." He said rather lamely.

The girl let out a deep sigh. "You picked one hell of a time to grow a pair of balls buddy. If that guy is with the frat I think he's with, he's not kidding when he says it's going to be a bit of a painful time for you." She cocked her thumb behind her. "Those guys hold on to grudges like nobody's business. And they love revenge."

"Wonderful." Roderick grumbled, then he let out a deep sigh and said, "Well what else is new. I guess I'll just have to deal with this as it happens."

The girl crossed her arms and looked unconvinced. "You don't look like you'll survive the night." She said, looking him up and down.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

It suddenly occurred to Roderick that he was having a conversation with a rather attractive looking girl. It also occurred to him that this was the longest he had ever actually talked to someone of the fair sex who he was not directly related to.

The girl smiled at him a little warmly at him, then cocked an eyebrow and asked, "So what the hell are you going to do now" Roderick shrugged his shoulders in a defeated way and said,"I having a fucking clue. Got any good ideas?"

"Yeah..." the girl said, opening the door and confirming that Greg was nowhere in sight. "Don't stop running."

The next few weeks for Roderick proved that his apocalyptic visions of the future were true. The boys of Delta Omicron Mu had indeed gotten word from Greg that Roderick had not only backed out of being a pledge but had also mouthed off to Greg. The first was unforgivable, the second was absolutely intolerable. And so the frat had made it clear that their life's mission now was to make Roderick's life an absolute living hell.

The frat boys trashed his locker, stole all his books, prevented him from going to his classes and generally beat the ever-loving crap out of him every chance they got. Roderick had of course complained to the facility and to campus security but nothing changed. The frat boys would get a few harsh words and some lectures from the adults but ultimately it seemed that nobody really cared what happened to him. He was just a single student in a sea of other young adults trying to figure out their lives and the faculty simply had no time for him.

Roderick shouldered on as best he could, now determined not to let them get to him or make him quit. But after three weeks of solid physical, emotional and mental harassment, he was just a wreck. Which ultimately had the effect that made him rather susceptible to any suggestion that could improve the quality of his life. Which is exactly what happened when he happened to run into the blonde girl with the blue green eyes.

Her name as he found out was Sophie. He had bumped into her quite by accident in the cafeteria one day after a particularly savage beating by Greg and a few of his friends. Sophie's first remarks summed up Greg's entire life at this point.

"Wow you look like complete absolute and total shit dude."

Roderick had no will left to make any kind of snappy come back, he simply looked miserably at her.

She fixed him with a sympathetic look. "I knew those guys were crazy muscle bound jerk bags but I didn't think they'd take this this far," she said.

"Oh it's worse than just this," he said, gesturing towards his lumpy misshapen face. "They also basically kicked me out of the student dorms. I've been sleeping in my car for the past week, which I've had to park off campus. I don't dare bring it in the college anymore cuz I'm pretty sure these guys would strip it down to the frame."

"Yeah, I'll just bet they would, those psycho pricks." Sophie said.

An awkward silence passed between the two and then Roderick shrugged and said, "Well, don't mind me. I just have to keep moving before some more of those goons find me and give me a few more kicks in the ribs."

Roderick started to shamble away but Sophie called out.

"Wait, hold up." She then walked up and put a hand on his arm. "Look, this isn't healthy. Hell, if they keep this up they're going to kill you."

Roderick did his best to smile which, came off as more of a grimace, but replied, "Nah, see I got it all figured out. All I gotta do is survive for a year and then there will be a bunch of new pledges here for them to torment. Then they will be too busy beating the ever-loving crap out of those guys to worry about me." Roderick tried to smile again. Sophie did not laugh or even smile at his remark. Instead she looked intensely worried. "Dude I don't think you're going to make it another month let alone a year. They are going to put you in some serious traction soon."

Roderick flapped his arms in frustration. "Yeah well what the hell else am I supposed to do?" He started ticking fingers off. "I've already talked with the security people and the teachers and the dean a whole bunch of times. But nobody seems willing or interested enough to do anything about these guys." He shook his head angrily and added "They've got all these star sports guys, so as long as nobody ends up dead I'm sure that they're not going to get in trouble for anything."

Sophie bit her lower lip in a moment of worry. Roderick waved his hands dismissively in front of her and said, "Look don't worry about it, none of this is your problem. I'm the one who decided to pledge to these jerks and I'm the one who's got to live with the consequences of my actions."

He smiled at her and said, "I really appreciate you being worried about me and all but I don't want to screw up anything for you. The last thing you need is these jerks after you too."

Sophie however burst out angrily. "Screw those guys!"

She was so loud it made Roderick flinch.

"I'm not scared of those muscle bound morons but I am scared for you! It's been almost a month!"

Roderick felt generally touched by her concern. He started to tear up a little and said in an emotional tone, "What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't afford to transfer to a different school. All my grants are tied up here and I can't afford this otherwise."

Sophie curled a fist under her chin as she thought. Suddenly her eyes moved to the distance as her brain worked something over. After a few moments Roderick moved to walk away, clearly willing to end the conversation but Sophie reached out her hand and stopped him again.

"Hang on. Wait just a second," she said. "There might be a way for you to stay here and get these guys off your back."

Roderick cocked an eyebrow at her statement. "Great, I'll take anything at this point." Sophie suddenly looked at him again and was biting her lip worriedly. "Well... this might be a tad extreme though." After a moment she added, "It might also sound completely insane but..." She hesitated before continuing on. "To be honest, I don't really see what other options you have... other than suddenly becoming Arnold Schwarzenegger that is."

Roderick flapped his arms again anxiously and said, "Look at this point I'm willing to try anything to get these apes off my ass."

Sophie got a wiry smile on her face. "You might regret that statement after you hear what I'm going to say."

"This isn't going to work," Roderick moaned.

"Yes it will!" Sophie said, grunting slightly. "If you'll just suck it up and power on."

Sophie had a knee in Roderick's back. She was pulling on a corset, making the strings go as tight as they would. Roderick was gasping in pain.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this.." he groaned as his ribs began to creak under the pressure.

Sophie tied a quick knot in the laces then dropped her leg down and stood panting for a second with her hands on her hips. "Well if you want we can cut you out of this thing and you can take your chances with Greg and his cronies," she said in a tone of mocking playfulness.

Roderick rolled his eyes and groaned. "Okay okay. Point taken, but does this really have to be so freakin tight?"

Sophie cocked an eyebrow. "Look if you're fine with looking like just a cross dresser I'm sure I could slap some makeup and a wig on you and call it a day. If you want to look like an actual girl who lives in the sorority then you're going to have to have the waistline of a damn girl."

Roderick looked at himself in the full length mirror that Sophie had in her room. He had been stripped down to his tighty whities and now had a corset compressing his waist. It hurt like hell but he had to admit that the article of clothing had indeed given him a more hourglass figure. His stomach was more tucked in and his hips were slightly more pronounced. The overall effect was to give him an admittedly girlish waistline.

When Sophie had first brought up the idea of him living in the sorority to avoid Greg and his gang, Roderick had laughed hard. While he knew he wasn't anyone's definition of a masculine man he also knew his features couldn't be even close to considered feminine. He had told Sophie he would think about it without any real conviction behind his words. However a close run in with another of Greg's frat brothers just a few hours later had led to a spirited chase and another severe ass kicking. After that he was suddenly very much more amenable to Sophie's idea.

He had met up with Sophie in her room at the sorority house at a time when most of the other girls were out and about. She had given him a defoliant body wash to use in the shower and stood guard to make sure nobody else saw him. When he stepped out to towel off, he discovered that not only had all of his wiry body hair been completely and utterly eliminated, but his skin was also smoother and softer than it previously had been. "That's just all the vitamins they put in that stuff." Sophie had told him. "It's designed to make a lady's skin soft and silky, without the possibility of razor burn in the more... sensitive areas." She had wiggled his eyebrows at him at this statement and Roderick got the distinct impression that despite the seriousness of the situation, she was enjoying herself entirely too much.

Next she had equipped him with a set of acrylic nails that did make his hands look a lot more girly once they were on. She had next set about adorning his face with what felt like 12 different kinds of makeup products. However the end result was that when he looked at himself in the mirror, he discovered a feminine and not altogether unattractive face looking back at him. And then she had whipped out the corset. The end result was that his body had taken on more feminine traits than he thought could have been possible.

The corset, he noticed, didn't just push his waist in. It was also pushing up his chest and giving his body the appearance of small boobs as well as squishing his butt and making it look slightly bigger.

"All right now we just need to try this." Sophie said, digging through her drawers for a second before whirling around holding what looks to be a padded bra.

Roderick frowned for a second as he stared at it." Hey that doesn't look like it would fit you." he said accusingly, staring openly at her chest and estimating her bra size to be at least a b cup.

Sophie made a humping sound at him. "It just so happens this is a leftover bra from my puberty days," she said in a moody tone.

"And you just happened to be hanging on to a bra that doesn't fit you anymore," he inquired with some skepticism.

Sophie began to blush furiously. "If you must know, I was planning on selling it to one of the girls here. Padded bras aren't cheap, I'll have you know."

Roderick smiles broadly at her. "Actually I have no idea how much bras cost."

Sophie grin wickedly back at him. "Don't worry you'll find out soon enough."

That made Roderick shiver a little in fright. It was all fine and dandy doing this in the privacy of her room but it was another thing to think about the idea that he was actually going to walk around campus and go to class dressed up entirely as a girl. It really began to sink into him just what exactly he was signing up for. Even if he was right about the frat moving on after a year when the new pledges came in, that was still a year he was going to have to suffer through dressing up as a girl.

Not just dressing as a girl he thought to himself, but also doing the makeup, the shoes, the bras the whole nine yards. That was making him cringe inside. He personally believed that if anybody he actually cared about found out about this he would commit suicide out of pure embarrassment. Still, his only other option was packing it in and throwing in the towel, and his pride was never going to allow that at this point. It was go girl or go home.

Keeping all that in mind he then snatched the bra out of her hand and fumbled for a few seconds trying to get it on. After watching him trying and failing to hook the bra in the correct fashion, Sophie finally took pity on Roderick and showed him how to hook it from the front then spin it around. She also helped him situate his 'breasts' correctly in the cups. With everything settled in the correct position, the end result was that it squeezed his tiny chest lumps together and patted them out so that he looked like he had actual A cup boobs. It wasn't anything outstanding that he had ever seen on a girl but it was enough to complete the image of femininity.

"I saved the best for last," Sophie proudly proclaimed. She then pulled out a short sleeved dress and a pair of bright yellow three inch heels. Roderick bolted when he saw the shoes, but another tongue lashing from Sophie and he gave in. Seconds later she was pinning a red haired wig to his head and then stepped away and they both admired the completed image in the mirror. Roderick felt more than a little stunned looking at himself.

When Sophie first pitched this idea he at best thought he would look like a dude in drag, however her careful efforts had resulted in someone who looked a little boyish but definitely feminine. As he brushed a few strands of the wig out of his eye and tucked them behind his ear unconsciously, he had to admit to himself that he kind of looked a little cute. And it was at this instance that Roderick suddenly discovered the one drawback that he hadn't thought of. His new reflection was causing him to get a boner. Shit am I turned on by the sight of myself in a dress, he thought embarrassingly. He quickly turned away and tried to arrange the frills of the dress to hide his erection but Sophie had noticed it right away.

"Ooooh!" She squealed excitedly. "Is somebody getting all hot and bothered looking at themselves in a mirror," she asked in an extremely teasing and playful tone.

Roderick blushed furiously and wanted to issue some kind of rebuttal that would clear the air. That no he was not or never would be attracted to the sight of himself in a dress and that Sophie was clearly out of her mind. However his raging erection proved that statements to be anything other than false and all he could do was sputter indignantly for a few minutes before Sophie's tinkling laugh absolutely defeated him.

"Oh my gawd, you little slut! You like how you look now don't you?"

Roderick hemmed and hawed for a few moments before Sophie pushed him into a sitting position on her bed and then plopped down next to him. She gently nudged him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Hey come on lighten up. I'm just teasing you dude. Besides there ain't nothing wrong with getting turned on with how you look. Happens to me all the time."

Roderick looked over at her and gave her a quizzical expression. She giggled but did not elaborate further.

After a moment, she looped one arm around his shoulders and said, "Look I know you're worried about this whole damn thing. I mean you got a bunch of nut jobs on your ass and the solution you get talked into is to dress up as a girl and pretend you're somebody else for a whole year." Sophie pulled him into a tight side hug that made him blush a little.

"I'm not exactly the FBI and this isn't fort knox, but I promise you will have all the protections this sorority can afford you." Without warning, she pecked him lightly on the cheek. "And if it's any consolation I think you look pretty damn cute as a girl. Trust me I'm a lesbian."

Ch: 2- Changes

The next few weeks of Roderick's life were some of the most unusual he had ever experienced in his twenty years of existence. Sophie had talked with the other girls of the sorority and had given them a story about how his female persona was being stalked and harassed by an ex-boyfriend. The sorority sister had deliberated about the situation and come to some kind of agreement where Roderick would be Sophie's roommate for the time being. However in return, Roderick was forced to agree that he would only discard his female persona in the confines of the room he shared with Sophie, as any outsiders to the sorority house would instantly question why a boy was living there. Roderick was not exactly happy about this turn of events, but then again he lacked any other acceptable options.

Everyone began to refer to him as Rhonda whenever they were around him in his feminine get up. Sophie had taken him shopping a few days after the agreement was put into place as she quickly got tired of him stealing from her wardrobe. Also as she was only barely five foot one and Roderick was five five. As a result, most of her clothes didn't fit him that well. Roderick didn't have an excessive amount of money laying around but Sophie knew her way around the local thrift stores. She easily managed to find what he needed for relatively cheap.

The next step in their plan was to get Roderick registered as a transgender student. This was a hiccup in the overall plan that Roderick really didn't like. Aside from the fact that he never had a thought about being another gender before, he was incredibly worried about how this would impact his permanent record, especially considering that this was supposed to be a temporary situation. But it turned out the sorority had a few girls who worked in the administrative offices after hours and were able to slip in an updated version of his student file to the computers. Sophie had assured him many many times that everything they were doing was completely reversible but definitely necessary for him to successfully live in the sorority. And so to the world at large, Roderick disappeared and Rhonda took his place.

It is said that no plan survives the battlefield, and this proved to be especially true of Roderick's situation. Things might have turned out very different for both Roderick and Rhonda had a certain incident not occurred. It was a week after Thanksgiving had ended and everyone in the sorority seemed to be in high cheer.

Roderick was feeling pretty damn good about himself. He had a lovely visit with his family who of course had no idea about his predicament, his grades were trending upwards, and he got to live in a house filled with hot women who liked to walk around scantily clad in their underwear most of the time.

Overall life was good. That was until Greg decided to pay the sorority a visit. For you see, Greg had not given up his quest to punish Roderick. Far from it in fact. With Roderick's smooth and complete disappearance off campus, Greg had been convinced that Roderick had at first merely run away to some off campus apartment. However, and this was most unfortunate for the sorority girls, none of them had counted on the fact that the fraternity also had boys who worked in the office. They had pulled the file on Roderick when they failed to find him and were astonished to see that not only was Roderick still around but he had also applied for transgender status.

Luckily for Roderick's immediate situation, Greg's cronies only got a partial file and thus did not have access to his new name nor where he currently was staying. Especially lucky was that they had no idea what he even looked like. But it was enough for Greg to know that the boy who had dared to defy him was still on campus. It became a personal mission for Greg to find and absolutely destroy Roderick: emotionally, mentally and physically.

You see, Greg was one of those men who believed himself to be an alpha male. In fact, he had wrapped his ego up in this concept so much that the mirror idea of anyone daring to defy him and living to tell the tale drove him absolutely insane. And so finding Roderick had become his obsession, his white whale if you will. Thus Greg and his fraternity brothers began a systematic search of the campus, starting with the local student dormitories and then working their way out from there, looking for someone who wasn't there at the start of the year.

All of this leads us to a sunny Thursday afternoon in which Roderick, blissfully ignorant, answered the front door of Zeta Epsilon Epsilon, only to see the face of his own personal tormentor grinning down at him. Roderick's brain shorted out as his eyes locked with Gregs and he froze up completely in fear. His mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide. Fortunately for him, Greg thought that the cute little redhead that was standing in front of him was merely ogling his bulging muscles.

"Hey there cutie," Greg said in his usual rumbling voice, "I don't think I've seen you around campus too much."

Roderick was still absolutely stunned that Greg was standing in front of him right now. Part of his mind believed that Greg had somehow figured out that he was hiding here and that he was about to die. He blanked and the only sounds he could make were tiny squeaking sounds that issued from somewhere deep in the back of his throat. It was extremely fortunate for him that Sophie was making her way up the sidewalk towards the front door at that moment. She quickly recognized Greg and felt a momentary burst of panic, but unlike Roderick she was able to assess the situation and take action quickly. "Hey you muscle bound jerk," Sophie shouted at him, causing Greg to turn around. With Greg's attention focused elsewhere temporarily, Roderick was able to take a few steps back from the door and finally recovered some of his stunned mental faculties. Greg's eyes lighted on Sophie and recognition began brewing in him.

"Hey I remember you short stack," he said in a voice that Sophie assumed was supposed to be pleasant and/or attractive to her.

"And I remember you, tall, dumb and underdeveloped," Sophie retorted. Her face betrayed no emotion other than annoyance but internally she was sweating. It was clear to her that Roderick had frozen up at the sight of Greg. Sophie figured that she had to do some quick thinking. Greg however hadn't really been paying attention to the feminized Roderick at the moment as Sophie was someone who sparked a memory from the last time he had actually seen his intended target.

"Hey no need to be nasty, we're all friends here," Greg said in a chuckling manner. Roderick was trying to take advantage of not being in Greg's line of sight and had begun to shift away towards the staircase. But just as he was about to turn and start heading up, Greg suddenly reached out and slung an arm over his shoulders.

"See we're all good," Greg said, smiling his most charming smile at Sophie. "I can play nice if you play nice."

Roderick froze in terror again as the weight of Greg's meaty arm, which was hanging limply around his neck, weighed down upon him and rooted him to the spot. It was clear to both Roderick and Sophie that Greg was trying to garner some kind of goodwill from both of them. Roderick quickly gathered his thoughts and realized his only real action at this point was to just play dumb. It was all down to her now.

For her part, Sophie was playing it cool. "Yeah I can see that lunkhead. Just what is it that you want from me," she sighed out, trying to sound uninterested in whatever it is Greg wanted.

"Look, we don't have to be enemies here. I'm just looking for someone. A friend of mine," Greg said, cool as a cucumber, but Roderick could feel tension building in the arm that was slung around his neck.

"In fact, he's one of our pledges but uh... Ain't nobody seen him in a while and.... We're all getting kind of worried about him."

"Oh really," Sophie retorted. "That's kind of funny considering the last time I saw anyone from your disgusting frat was when you sent some scared kid here to steal underwear from us." Sophie folded her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow at him. "And if my memory recalls, after he refused your perverted request you..."

Greg tightened his arm around Roderick's neck, coiling it slowly into what could be considered a choke hold. There was a vein that was beginning to throb in his Temple. "Okay look, maybe I got a little heated. We had a little disagreement. These things happen between guys. I'm just trying to find the... him so that I can... Apologize." Greg said that last word through gritted teeth.

Sophie however wasn't giving Greg an inch. "Apologize. Right. And I suppose you're going to make him a full member of the fraternity over this little misunderstanding as well right?"

The vein in Greg's temple seems to be growing, but in a cool, even tone he replied, "Yeah you get it, babe. These things just sort of happen, you know? Little misunderstandings like this." His arm relaxed a little around Roderick's neck. "Me and the boys have just been looking for him to let him know that he's one of us now. That everything's all right between him and the frat."

Greg's eyes began to wander as he talked, looking over the room. He clearly didn't buy that Sophie didn't know anything and was looking for any sign that Roderick might be hiding out here with the girls. Sophie knew that the only real evidence of Roderick's occupation of the house was standing right beside him. She needed to keep Greg's attention solely on her.

Sophie took one step closer to him and prodded him in the chest hard with one of her fingers. "Well why are you looking for him here? Last time I checked this was a sorority and sororities only accept girls."

Greg's eyes locked with Sophie and smiled lecherously. "Heh, well you see we just haven't had any luck finding this little... Guy. And this was the last place I saw him so I thought..." His eyes started drifting around the room again.

Sophie took another step forward and got right up in his face. "You thought that, what? We were harboring some strange boy?" Sophie let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, you know what you got me, big guy." Sophie said with a smirk.

Roderick felt his heart jump into his mouth for a second before he realized that Sophie was trying to play him off. "We got tons of boys hiding in here from all over school. We keep them all locked up downstairs, where we use them as our little play things." She cocked her head at an angle and then said, "You wanna join them? Cuz you look fun to play with."

Greg smiled widely at her rude comments and finally released his grip aroundRoderick's neck. His hands went into his pockets trying to look as casual as possible but he took one step closer to Sophie. There was barely an inch between them at this point and as Sophie was more than a foot shorter than Greg it made for a ridiculous sight, him smirking down at her in a lewd sort of way and her grinning up at him in a more sadistic manner.

Greg opened his mouth to say something more but at that moment, a voice shouted out behind him. "Yo gee money! Ain't no luck at the house up the street man! That dork ass loser ain't..."

Greg whirled around quickly and bellowed at the man walking up the lawn. "Shut up!" Roderick, who was already three steps on his way upstairs, froze again, his eyes big and wide. Fear had crawled up in his guts and had a firm grip on his spinal cord. He hated that he was being reduced to a quivering mess at the mear sound of Greg's voice.

Greg glowered at the man standing dumbstruck now, rooted to the spot. Sophie broke the tension by saying, "Yeah, it seems like you're really concerned for this guy's safety." Greg whipped his head around again and for one minute the crazed anger was all over his face before he could mask it. Then he smoothed out.

Greg realized that whatever chance he might have had of getting any real information out of this girl had dried up and blown away with the wind. But she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Heh, we all got our ulterior motives I guess. Well just do me a favor then." He reached out to touch Sophie's chin but she batted his hand away.

"And what would that be?" Sophie inquired.

Greg grinned again and this time it was filled with unmasked sadistic pleasure. All pretext of protection was completely gone from his face. "Tell Roddy boy that he can't run forever. This campus ain't that big and sooner or later we're going to run into each other." He started to walk away but then turned around and shouted, "And let him also know that we're keeping an eye on all the transfer paperwork. So if he thinks he can get away from us by switching schools, tell him to think again."

Greg leared down at Sophie and then made a purposeful move to glance down her shirt at her cleavage before he turned around and strode away.

After they had walked a ways up the street, Greg's compatriot glumly said, "Hey man, come on, I was only doing what you..."

"Shut up idiot. Just shut the hell up." Greg grunted at his fellow frat member.

Greg wasn't the smartest guy around nor the most quick-witted but Greg was very good at reading people. It had served him well in college. He knew which professors could be leaned on, which ones could be cajoled and which ones could be straight up intimidated. Likewise with his fellow frat members, Greg ruled with an iron fist.

There are only two other members who even stood a chance of taking him on physically and both were of the same temperament as Greg. As a result this trio ruled the fraternity with a free hand. It was a rare day when they found themselves in conflict with each other. And on the matter of Roderick and his blatant disrespect of Greg, all three were in total agreement. Roderick needed to be punished, but more than that, he needed to be taught what happens when you stand up to one of them. It wasn't so much a lesson for him but a lesson for everyone else on the campus. You don't fuck with the big three.

"Yo dude, sorry dog. I just, you know, struck out at those other houses." The fraternity member was saying to Greg. Doesn't freaking matter man, Greg said. He was grinning mostly to himself at this point.

"Bitch back there knows something. I saw it in her eyes."

The fraternity member turned his head to look back at the closed door of the sorority. "Whoa dude! If she knows something, why don't we just, you know, go back there and get it out of her."

Greg stopped grabbing the shoulder of the man so that he looked him face to face.

"And how exactly would I do that huh? Ain't no way I could touch a sorority girl without campus security breathing on our damn necks. The last thing we need right now is attention from those rent a cop pricks. Nah man."

Greg let go of the fraternity members shoulder and smiled as he was looking over the man's head out into the distance, thinking to himself.

"She knows where our buddy is hiding, and sooner or later she's going to lead me right to him."

"Dude you don't think that sissy is..."

"Oh yeah I do," Greg said, smiling to himself. "It's the perfect place to go hide in for a little dumb fuck like that. But don't worry, all we got to do is watch them cuz sooner or later he'll reveal himself." Greg started walking away with long powerful strides and the fraternity members scrambled to keep up with him.

Greg said to no one in particular, "I'm close, I can feel it. That little prick is so close, I feel like I could reach out and touch him." Greg laughed heartily at that in a way that chilled the other man to the bone.

Roderick collapsed into a heap seconds after Greg started to walk away. His legs felt like jello and his heart was racing a mile a minute.

"Oh my God. Oh my fucking god." He said it over and over again like a mantra. Emotions were roiling in his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His body started trembling uncontrollably.

"He's crazy, he's full on crazy and he's never going to stop. Never going to stop. Never."

After she had ensured the door was good and secured, Sophie knelt down beside Roderick and wrapped him up in a deep hug. Roderick hardly seemed to feel it and just kept on rambling to himself.

"He's never going to stop, never ever ever going to stop. He's gone beyond revenge, he's just nuts. He's going to fucking kill me. Kill me." Tears started leaking out of the corner of his eyes as he kept repeating, "Kill me."

Sophie just continued to hold Roderick in her arms. She gently started to rock him back and forth, attempting to calm him down. After a while, he stopped babbling and just started sobbing into her shoulder. It was then that she tried to talk some sense into him. "Look it can't be all that bad. Listen he hasn't found you yet and..."

Sophie was cut off by Roderick suddenly wrapping his arms around her and clinging on tightly to her. It was as if he suddenly realized what was happening and had woken up from a dream. Tears erupted from his eyes and spilled down his face.

"Oh my God! My life is fucking over! All because I just wanted to... to... I don't even fucking know anymore!" He wailed out in anguish and agony.

Any sense of safety he had before had been completely and utterly crushed. A sudden realization also hit him. "

Oh my God they have people in the office! They know that we filled out the transition forms! They know I'm hiding here! Oh my fucking God!" Roderick was screaming now in between his gasp for breath.

Sophie, unsure of what else to do as he screamed uncontrollably, broke off her embrace with Roderick and then slapped him as hard as she could across his face. The pain snapped him out of his downward mental spiral. Sophie gave him a few seconds to collect himself, then gripped his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. She began to speak slowly and with purpose.

"Look I get it this is well beyond bad. But we're not beaten yet. You're not beaten yet." She let that statement sink in for a second before continuing. "That prick doesn't know where you are. He might know that you're dressing like a girl now, but he can't know you're here. Otherwise, he would have just kicked the door in."

Roderick was calmer now, but still he felt trapped in the mental agony of his situation.

"It doesn't matter Sophie, he knows that I'm trying to hide in one of the sororities." He sighed, his head dropping down to his chest. "We might have all the sisters here on our side, but what about the rest of them? I can't hide out forever like this." He nodded towards the door as he spoke. "Not with Greg and his goons tearing the campus apart trying to find me. Sooner or later they're going to narrow it down to here. And once they do all it's going to take is for them to break in here and find certain things and then..." Sophie interrupted him with a fury that Roderick didn't think she had in her. "Then we make goddamn sure he doesn't find squat when he comes here!" She shouted, making him jump in surprise. "We're just going to have to up our game! There's no way I'm going to let a bastard like that win."

Roderick looked at her in astonishment, his fear momentarily forgotten. "I... Guess... But.... What... How?" The words tumbled out of his mouth slowly.

Sophie's eyes pulled away from Rodericks and stared at a point over his head deep in thought. Then her brow furrowed and her eyes lit up like fire. "We're just going to have to double down on this whole girl thing. It's the only solution." She said while still not looking at him.

Roderick wasn't fully comprehending what she was saying. "What do you... What are you saying right now?"

Sophie stared off for a few more seconds, still lost in thought before she fully returned her attention to Roderick. "Listen, he can't find any sign of a boy living here if there's not a boy living here. Do you follow my meaning?"

Roderick frowned in confusion for a minute before understanding suddenly lit up his eyes. "Oh fucking hell..." he moaned out.

As the year rolled on, the almost single-minded obsession that Greg displayed in his efforts to track down Roderick would have been impressive if his motivations were not so unhinged. His insane ideals of punishing Roderick for his perceived humiliation and actual defiance of Greg's will had gone well beyond the usual frat hazing. There were acceptable levels of tolerance for this kind of thing, even amongst the most sadistic members of Delta Omicron Mu. His manhunt for just one person was going beyond revenge. The other members of the frat started actively doing everything they could to avoid him, so as they would not be roped into yet another one of his witch hunts. Even the other two members of the trio, who were originally in complete agreement with Greg, started distancing themselves from him.

As time passed, school projects and extracurricular activities kept the others busy, too much so to bother themselves with Greg's strange obsessions. 'Just let it go,' became the refrain from the annoyed members whom Greg would nag for aid. The effects of Greg's pursuit were also being felt in his academic efforts. His grades, which had always been middling at best, took a straight nose dive as Greg stopped showing up to the classes at all. He would bully others for test answers then rush through them anyways and get most of them wrong.

Then one day, an incident occurred which completely isolated Greg from all of his peers. It had been after another fruitless stake out of yet another of the sororities on campus. Greg had determined that Roderick was not hiding out in the shared student dorms and had enough contacts still talking to him in the office to know that Roderick hadn't applied for out of campus living arrangements. Given his new transgender status that left only one option, the sororities. He had taken to marking every member, every activity, every person in and out of a given sorority that he was investigating. He had no real leads of any kind, so he was left with only the process of elimination.

Day by day, Greg would sit in his truck, parked somewhere inconspicuous, and noted everything he possibly could. He tried to enlist others so that there would be a stakeout at every house but found for the first time the other frat members were outright refusing him. While this infuriated Greg, he privately felt that they were all worthless anyways and that he was better off without them, so he let it slide. That was until one of them turned out to be dating one of the girls at the sorority he was currently stalking.

As the young man was coming out after an evening rendezvous with his sweetheart, Greg had been there waiting for him. A tense verbal confrontation quickly escalated into pure physical violence when the man did not only refuse to tell Greg what he had seen in the sorority, but also refused to have his girlfriend spy and report on the other members so that Greg could find out which one of them might be his target. Irrational rage won over what little reason Greg possessed.

The end result was that the boy in question ended up in the hospital with several fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a broken jaw. Greg was arrested but was not prosecuted in the case. Instead he was sentenced to one hundred hours of community service as well as being placed on academic probation. He was warned that one more slip up would cost him his entire college career. Given that he was a senior, that would mean four years of work would be flushed down the drain if Greg got in one more incident.

The end result of which found Greg being forced out of the fraternity by the very same members he had pushed around for years. The other two members of the trio also gave Greg a 'goodbye' beating, the first in his life where he wasn't on the winning side of. Absolutely none of it mattered to Greg. Something in him had mentally snapped and there was no going back now. He just couldn't stop in his efforts to find Roderick and deliver him the punishment that Greg believed he so richly deserved. Greg came to personally believe that if he could just find Roderick and finally, everything would somehow right itself.

But he also was cunning enough to know that he needed to tow the line right now. So after he healed, he started going to class, he turned in assignments, he did his community service and he didn't complain about one thing. In fact he didn't interact with much of anyone anymore. He was trapped in a prison that he had created, and there was only one thing that could set him free now... finding Roderick.

"Oh God I don't think I'm ready for this," Roderick moaned in despair.

"Well tough titties sister, you need one whether you like it or not." Sophie said, dangling the bra by a strap on one finger. They were standing in the middle of a department store, specifically in front of a rack of discounted bras.

Roderick groaned again and rolled his eyes in aggravation. He had been privately dreading this day for weeks now, but even he had to admit that his new developing assets were more than noticeable even in the most baggy t-shirt he owned. The pushup bra Sophie had given him at the start of this venture no longer fit his small teardrop shaped breasts. As he opened his mouth to whine some more to her about this whole situation, his phone began beeping loudly.

"Whoops no time to try it on, I've got to take another shot." Roderick said almost gleefully as he turned and quickly walked towards the entrance of the store.

"You can run but those tits can't hide," Sophie jeered loudly at his retreating form.

That made Roderick cringe hard as he made a beeline towards the mall's designated bathroom area. Roderick didn't even think twice as he scooted his way into the women's bathroom. Once he found an empty stall, he pulled down his pants and began to administer a shot into his exposed thigh. Once that was done he unbuckled his new skin tight jeans and exited the stall, stared at himself in one of the sink mirrors. The face staring back at him was one that he had gotten used to, but also one that had noticeable changes in it.

When Sophie had first pitched this new idea to him, Roderick had explosively and angrily denied her idea. He might have been comfortable with pretending to be a girl as a temporary solution, but what she proposed now was absolutely preposterous.

"You want me to do what?!" He had angrily exploded that evening after he had had time to think about everything she had said.

Sophie didn't respond with anger as she understood that what was driving Roderick was more fear based than anything else.

"I said, it's merely an option that you might want to consider."

Roderick snorted angrily and tossed his hands over his head. "Oh sure! Why not! Let's consider taking an experimental drug that's going to permanently alter me into a... a... fucking sissy!" He spat out with contempt.

Sophie said nothing but rolled her eyes at his outburst." It's not going to make you into a femboy if that's what you're worried about. This drug is for legitimate transgender patients. It's used to completely change them into their correct gender over the course of about six to eight months. It's completely..."

"Yeah, yeah! I heard it when you told me the first time. And it still sounds like you want to turn me into some kind of freak of nature!"

It was at this point that Sophie really did get angry at him for the first time. She jumped off of the bed she was sitting on and got right in his face. "It will not make you into a freak of nature!" She yelled, jabbing a finger in his face. "This is a legitimate drug that has been used on all sorts of people who have gender identity issues! None of whom I would ever call freaks!"

Roderick didn't back down. He was too trapped in his own well of emotions and ego. "Oh and what would you call them, hm? Because last time I checked regular normal, sane people don't go around pumping crazy chemicals that change them into... into..."

"Into what? Someone like me?!" She screamed in his face.

That finally shut Roderick up. He stared wide-eyed at Sophie as if he had never really seen her before. "What.... The hell are you telling me?"

Sophie, her mine still on fire after Roderick's comments, angrily said, "I wasn't born looking like this! I used to be.... different." She hesitated, the fire in her eyes dying out. "I used to be wrong. My body and my mind were wrong for a very long time. And... And then I got help."

Roderick looked shocked to his core. "Are you telling me that... No freaking way." He whispered out shocked.

Sophie grimaced and then gestured at herself. "Yeah I'm... Let's just say my body isn't exactly factory standard. But..." She smiled sadly now at him, "Now my outside matches my insides if you know what I mean."

Roderick nodded his head numbly after a second. "Yeah I... I guess I'm sorry."

Sophie cocked an eyebrow at him. "You guess?" She spat out.

Roderick collapsed into a chair, burying his face in his hands for a second before continuing on. "Fuck, yes I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... I'm just so goddamn scared! Scared of him and scared of losing who I am and scared of... Every fucking thing!" Sophie quieted her own discomforts for a moment and went over to Roderick. She loosely wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a little side hug.

"Look I... I get it. I really do get it." She gave him a little push to get him to look at her. "But look at it this way! If we do this he'll never be able to find you. And at the very worst it's for... 4 years." Sophie cringed internally as she said that.

Roderick reacted much the same way she expected him to, his face hardened and he suddenly stood up. He stomped across the room away from her, a scared look in his eyes.

She decided to press on with her point. "Listen to me Roderick, this isn't forever. You just have to become Rhonda for a little while. And then you can change back! You'll still be you you'll just... Be a little different for a while." The argument had sounded lame to her ears but it was all she could really think of to say at the time.

Roderick certainly didn't like what she was proposing. He didn't like the situation and he also didn't like that he couldn't see another way out of this himself. He was at this point completely convinced that Greg would hunt him to the ends of the earth. But more than that, he didn't want to lose Sophie as a friend. Despite how awkward he felt the last few months of his life had been, it had also been filled with friendship, laughter, games, parties and excitement that Roderick had truly never experienced before. He found companionship in this sorority, not just from her but from all the girls living here. And he also was starting to feel some ways about Sophie that went beyond normal friendship. He didn't say any of this out loud however. What he did do was sigh and groan and bitch and moan for a few more minutes before he finally agreed to Sophie's idea. Which then raised a new problem, which he felt obliged to point out.

"How am I supposed to get these drugs? You said they're experimental and while we might have forged that I'm transgender on my transcripts, I've got no medical history to back that up. Don't you need doctors notices and psychology notices and therapists stuff and..."

Sophie waved a hand and began to smile again. "Isn't it lucky for you that I just happened to be majoring in Biochemistry." She reached into a pocket and pulled out an ID badge. "And I have an internship at Z-tech."

That name certainly caught his attention. Z-tech had been in the news more than once for some alleged scandals. Something about products being misused or some kind of test that went horribly wrong or something like that. He couldn't exactly remember all of the details, but he did remember that what they were saying was not good. He looked uncertainly at Sophie, but she only continued to smile reassuringly at him.

And so that had begun his very slow transition into womanhood. It had been a little over two months since he had started taking the shots and the changes at this point were noticeable. His waist was a bit more narrow, his hands and arms were slimmer, his hips, butt and thighs had expanded and his feet were even daintier. His face had also noticeably changed, his jawline growing less pronounced, his nose becoming smaller and more cutesy looking, his cheekbones became more prominent, his eyes had seemed to widen and his lips had plumped up considerably. Along with the accelerated hair growth, Roderick had to admit that currently his face had looked pretty damn cute overall.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror he couldn't help but to admit that he looked almost like his sister, if his parents had ever decided to have one. But now a more recent change had been developing over the last week, the one he had been dreading the most. His breasts were coming in.

It started with his nipples expanding and seeming to grow thicker around the areola. He noticed extreme tenderness in the area of his chest around his pecs and even the slightest touch of fabric against them made him shudder. A few days ago they had begun pushing out, a set of conical mounds that were growing rapidly. It wasn't long before he could see through his shirt. And then they drooped slightly, obtaining an almost teardrop-like shape.

If he had to guess he'd say they were A cups right now. What really distressed him was he had no idea how far or how deep these changes would really go. Sophie had given him some ideas, but she admitted that the formula he was using affected every subject differently. Some people, like her, had completely transformed into females, whereas others had ended up in a more in-between state. A few, she later admitted, had exhibited only minimal feminine traits and for the most part stayed male. Something to do with their underlying genetic makeup.

Part of him had privately hoped this would be the case. But unfortunately, as he stared at his own reflection, he had to admit that he was becoming more womanly every day. "And now I'm buying a bra," he said out loud to his own reflection. For a few minutes he simply stared at himself and contemplated the way things were going. Then someone else entered the bathroom, a middle aged looking sales lady. Her appearance made him jump a little. She paid almost no attention to him except to flash him a cordial smile before vanishing into a stall. That got Roderick moving again and he soon found himself slowly strolling his way back to the underwear section that Sophie had taken him for his fitting.

"Are you sure about this man?" Greg asked in a low rumbling tone.

Doug shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of Greg's truck. "Yeah dude, I'm pretty freaking sure."

Greg glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "Not pretty sure. Are you fucking sure."

Doug looked away not wanting to meet his gaze. "Yeah okay, I'm like 100% sure all right?"

"You damn well better be," growled Greg as he stared out his front windshield at the sorority house that bore the letters Zeta Epsilon Epsilon.

A light powdery snow was falling all around them in the dark deserted street. It was a little after ten at night on December the 19th. Doug once again shifted uncomfortably in his seat and wished he could roll the window down, or better yet just leave.

Greg smelled like shit, hell the man looked like shit. A thick scruff of beard hair covered his cheeks and under his chin. The hair on his head was unkempt. His clothes were dirty, wrinkled and in some places stained. His eyes were almost constantly bloodshot now. And he smelled foul.

Doug had heard rumors that Greg had been living in his car ever since he had been kicked out of the frat. He was always wearing something clean to classes, but upon reflection Doug thought he might just be stealing uniforms. It wouldn't surprise him at this point. The whole school knew about Greg's little incident. It had earned him a pariah status. And Doug had felt sorry for the poor slob. This guy used to be practically king of the campus and now...

Greg's grip unconsciously tightened and loosened on his steering wheel, making an uncomfortable creaking sound. Doug was really regretting his decision to offer Greg some help, but now that he was here, he was half convinced that if he got out of the car Greg would run him over. He thought to himself 'in for a penny in for a pound.' He also thought that no good deed goes unpunished.

"Run it past me again," Greg growled suddenly.

Doug let out a deep forlorned sigh. "Come on man I've run it by you like..."

Greg pounded on his dashboard with one hand with such an intense ferocity that Doug was surprised the man didn't leave a handprint in dented there. "Then run it by me again!" He bellowed.

Doug swallowed nervously and then began speaking slowly. "I heard from a friend of a friend that there was this new girl right? And she didn't have to do any of the normal pledge shit, she was just like allowed to live there or something."

Greg's hand tightened on the steering wheel again making that uncomfortable creaking sound. "Don't mean shit," he grunted menacingly, "Could be a fucking legacy."

Doug vehemently shook his head and brought his hands up. "Nah man, I checked the legacy list and this girl ain't on it. She's a total nobody. What's really weird is I can't find any high school transcripts for her in the office. And there's no home address on her file either. That's like super weird right I mean that's got to be..."

"What's the name of this bitch?" He growled under his breath.

Doug felt himself sweating profusely. Part of him wanted to throw up, wet himself and cry all at the same time. More than anything he just wanted to be away from Greg and his crazy eyes. "Rhonda. That was the name, man. Rhonda."

"Rhoooondaaaa," Greg purred the name out and a deeply unsettling grin settled over his features. It was not a smile that extended to his eyes and somehow made him look even more terrifying than he already did.

Sweat poured down Doug's back in rivelets. "Yeah, so look man, that's all I know. We good man? We cool? Can I get the fuck out of here?" The words tumbled out of his mouth and he hated how scared he sounded but he also couldn't help the fact that he just wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.

Greg finally looked at him fully in the face, that crazed grin still stretching his features in grotesque ways. "What's the matter, friend? Ain't you having a good time, buddy old Pal old friend? Don't you like hanging out with your old chum Greg? Huh?"

Doug opened his mouth but no sound issued out of him. He found he was suddenly paralyzed, convinced that if he moved or said even the slightest wrong thing Greg would...

Suddenly Greg leaned toward him, his arms stretching out and for one second Doug thought that he really was about to strangle him. But then Greg's fingers closed around the door handle and he popped it.

"Get out, you chicken fucker," Greg growled again at him.

Doug turned to push his way out of the car as fast as he could, but as soon as he took his eyes off Greg, the man with the crazy eyes slugged Doug with the force of a freight train. Lights danced in front of Doug's eyes and he was only vaguely aware that he was moving sideways. His body tumbled out of the cab of the truck, landing with a soft plop in the thin layer of snow that had gathered around the vehicle. When his vision cleared he saw that Greg had also exited the truck and was now standing over him. He had one foot planet on Doug's chest. 'Oh my God I'm going to die,' Doug thought. But Greg didn't do anything but smile down at him with that same twisted smile.

"You be smart, Dougie boy. You be real fucking smart now and don't get any ideas about spoiling nothing." Greg leaned down, putting a crushing amount of pressure on Doug's chest. He stopped when his face was hovering only a few inches over Doug's. His breath smelled like a rotting corpse. "Don't go telling those girls nothing, don't go telling the teachers nothing. I'll know if you do Doug, and then you'll just be dead meat, man." A dribble of drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth. "You understand what I'm saying, meat?"

Despite the throbbing pain in his head, Doug nodded numbly.

"Good Doug. That's real fucking good for you. Now, run home you little wimp. I don't ever want to see your damn cowardly face again, you get me shithead?"

Doug nodded again and as soon as Greg took his foot off his chest, he scrambled to his feet and ran. Greg watched him go with all the enthusiasm of a kid watching ants scurry around on the ground. The mad grin faded off his face and a hard deadly look replaced it.

"Got you now you fucker," he said to himself. "Got you now, you twinky bitch."

Greg turned his attention back to the sorority house and for a moment contemplated kicking the door down right then and there and extracting his bloody revenge in this very moment. But he let that feeling pass and after a minute he clamored back into his truck, turned the engine over and drove away. 'Not yet,' Greg thought to himself, 'not yet. Got to do this just fucking right. Got to do it clean.' He licked his lips and then started laughing softly. 'Yeah but don't you worry Rhonda. I'm going to take good fucking care of you when the time comes. You can bet on that.'

He started cackling then and it was quite a long time before he was able to stop that dark laughter.

Ch 3: New year, new you

That Christmas season was the most bizarre one that Roderick had ever experienced. In the past, his workaholic parents certainly had always bought him a ton of gifts every year, but the Christmas celebrations typically amounted for him to nothing more than a mug of hot cocoa and then staring out the window at all the Christmas lights while his parents ran off to some job or party or another function like that. He had never truly experienced a Christmas being around other people. But as it turned out, the sorority had a tradition to throw a lavish and extensive Christmas party on the day of. The girls had dragged him out of bed at the crack of dawn to exchange gifts and Roderick found that the entire sorority had conspired to buy him an entirely new wardrobe for every season of the upcoming year.

He certainly needed it, he admitted to Sophie later, as the months had changed his figure even more. His hips had flared even wider, his waist had gone narrower and his boobs had gone from C to D to Double D in a matter of weeks. Sophie certainly seems jealous of his development as he was turning out to be more voluptuous than she was. But it didn't seem to impact their friendship, which was blooming into something truly special for Roderick. He always had trouble really connecting with people on an emotional level. But now he found himself bonding with Sophie over more than just the bizarre transformation he had experienced.

He found he didn't quite hate being a girl as much as he thought he would. It was still quite a shock, however, when on New Year's Day he pulled back the covers and discovered that his junk, which had been steadily diminishing over the last few months, had completely disappeared. In its place was a brand new moist crevice in between his legs. Roderick had been too stunned at the time to really explore his new attachment, but Sophie demanded a full examination as soon as he told her about it.

"We got to be sure it's formed correctly." she giggled at him in a voice that did not at all sound serious. He had allowed Sophie to look at his new addition but once she began to poke and prod at it, he drew a firm line in the sand.

"Absolutely not, we are not doing that at all!" He said in a firm tone.

"Oh come on!" Sophie had whined. "You're going to be stuck with it for a while at least. And shouldn't we make sure that everything down there is fully functional?"

"Excuse me," Roderick had said rather coldly, "but isn't your major in biochemistry, not physiology?"

Sophie pouted at him. "Aw poo. You're just not being any fun." But she had left him alone after that, much to Roderick's relief.

However in the following weeks, he began to ponder certain questions about his new plumbing. Was it a full transformation? Was he completely a woman down there? It raised the concerns about now being able to get pregnant amongst other things. Thirty days after his newly formed pussy was first discovered, Roderick's first period had rather succinctly confirmed that his insides were indeed fully functional. Sophie and the rest of the girls at the sorority were all a tremendous help during that time. For them, it was practically old hat, but this was his first time being on the experiencing end. Their support and friendship meant more to him then even he himself fully realized at the time. And then there was something else he discovered was happening.

Only a few days after Sophie demonstrated how to use a tampon, Roderick noticed that a strange kind of warm wetness seemed to overtake his nether regions whenever he was in close proximity to Sophie. Whether they were sitting next to each other in class or walking along in the halls or even just relaxing on the couch watching a movie on the weekend. Along with sensation in his nether regions, he also found himself slightly short of breath and more than a little warm on those occasions. Not to mention the fact that his nipples would get rock hard, another new and strange sensation that he was learning to deal with.

Roderick was no fool. He knew that he was beginning to develop feelings for his best closest friend in the world. But Roderick chose not to do anything about it. It's not that he didn't want to but more rather that he felt obliged not to. Sophie had put herself on the line for him and had gone out of her way to help him at a time when he had quite literally no friends in the entire world. She had done more for him in the last several months than even his own parents had ever done for him during his entire life. And so, though it was privately killing him, he bottled up his feelings for her.

And then Valentine's Day rolled around...

February the 14th was apparently a pretty big deal for the sorority girls. They would go all out for their bubalas, and this year was no exception. For almost the entire month of January, the girls talked a little else but they're big plans with their various partners. Roderick would smile and offer criticism or advice where warranted, but mostly he just kept to himself.

He found he was not depressed about the fact that he didn't have a date for Valentine's Day, mostly because he knew that even if he did have a date he wouldn't have the slightest idea of what to do with them. His new body notwithstanding, Roderick had never really been an overtly romantic type in the past. Though as the day in question drew closer he reflected on this fact as perhaps a reason for why he hadn't gotten too many girlfriends before. Still he found that he was pleased that he wasn't bitter over the fact, and was more than willing to help the girls set up their elaborate plans and preparations.

The whole house seemed to buzz with activity but as the day grew closer he became aware that Sophie hadn't said word one about her own plans. He didn't exactly know how to broach the subject with her as he didn't want to seem like he was prying into her social life. They were good friends, hell, Roderick would even go so far as to say that Sophie was probably his best friend in the entire universe at this point. But he also felt that perhaps this was just one area he should mind his own business on. Especially given his own body's response when Sophie was around. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but privately he was relieved that Sophie didn't seem to have a secret sweetheart.

But a few days before the holiday, Roderick also started to realize that Sophie had been spending a lot of time with him. They ate practically all their meals together, watched movies and TV together, hung out at the mall together, they got their hair done and their mannies and peddies together on an almost bi-monthly basis now. In fact, as Roderick reflected on this, he soon realized that since the new year had rolled around, the only times they really had been a part was when they went to classes, his major being in English literature and hers in biochemistry.

He felt touched and surprised by this realization but also a little bit saddened. Did Sophie feel some kind of strange responsibility towards him or did she feel obliged to keep an eye on him because of all the experimental treatment she had got him on. He was uncomfortable with that thought but reminded himself that she had gone out of her way and put herself at a considerable amount of risk by pushing him into certain programs at z-tech. If he got caught with the injectors, it wouldn't have just meant the end of her college career, it would more than likely land her in jail.

He suddenly felt incredibly stupid and foolish. Of course Sophie had been keeping an eye on him, she needed to make sure that he wasn't having any adverse reactions to any of the injections. He was probably dominating all of her time because she felt responsible for him. That made him feel really depressed, knowing that he was the reason that she couldn't have a normal social life. She had done so much for him and what was he giving her in return? The answer was not a hell of a lot.

Thus Roderick began to privately make a few Valentine's Day plans of his own. The first part of his plan was to make sure Sophie wasn't actually doing anything on Valentine's Day. He accomplished this goal with great subtlety.

"Hey Sophie, are you doing anything on Valentine's Day?" He blurted out over lunch one day.

Sophie flashed him a quizzical smile and said, "Um... no not really."

Then her eyes had lit up and she suddenly burst out, "oh my god do you have a girlfriend have you been seeing somebody on the sly? Who is she? Is it one of our sorority sisters? Oh my God tell me everything!"

Roderick calmed her down and let her know that no he did not have any plans himself and no he was not seeing anybody on the sly, just that he was just checking to see what she had going on that day. She had sunk back in her seat a little disappointed and said, "Oh nothing much. Probably just working on some homework assignments and studying up on the next chapters."

Roderick had agreed that that was probably what he would be doing as well and then hurriedly changed the subject. With that little detail confirmed, he then spent the next few days setting up what he hoped would be an enjoyable evening. He went out and bought several of her favorite movies, picked up ingredients for a meal he was pretty sure that she liked, and even managed to scrounge up a bouquet of flowers for the day of.

With the rest of the girls out on their own dates the two of them would have the house to themselves. Roderick picked out some mood music and set the lights appropriately for what he thought would be an enjoyable encounter. His primary goal was less romantic and more that he wanted to show Sophie how much he really appreciated everything she did for him. Of course, he was still battling with that strange warm feeling that he would feel in his body whenever he thought of Sophie in a romantic context. But he quickly squashed those away. This day wasn't going to be about how he felt towards her but rather how much her friendship meant to him. At least that was what he told himself.

"If I trip on something I'm going to kick your ass." Sophie said half jokingly. Roderick had convinced her to be blindfolded and led downstairs. He was standing behind her steering her by her shoulders and by the way she was desperately groping the walls, she clearly did not trust his ability to guide her to whatever destination he had in mind.

Roderick had slipped into the pinkest and fluffiest dress he owned for the occasion and had spent most of the afternoon setting up the kitchen area for his little surprise. All the other girls had left pretty early for their own romantic Valentine's Day encounters so the two of them really did have the whole place to themselves. Sophie had buried herself in a pile of textbooks not long after waking up, working through a particularly tough research problem one of her teachers had given her and thus completely ignored everything and anything that Roderick was up to. In this way, he had been able to throw up his store-bought decorations and position them as best he could as well as working on the meal in question in relative privacy.

He guided her into one of the chairs at the table and then whisked her blindfold off. He then took a step back and gestured wildly with his arms at the surroundings. A bouquet of flowers was sitting in a vase in front of her and the accompanying kitchen had been strung with red white and pink paper decorations that he had managed to pick up on the cheap. He also stepped back and turned on the smooth jazz music he had queued up. Sophie looked around with a comical expression on her face before she rounded on Roderick smiling goofily.

"Is this your way of telling me that you're gay for me?"

Roderick returned her smile and said, "no I'm not hitting on you but... Well you've done a lot for me and I wanted to do something nice for you." He felt himself sweating slightly as that warm feeling started up in his groin. "So since you didn't have a date today I figured I'd make you a nice dinner and..."

"Seduce me with your feminine wiles?" Sophie interrupted him in a teasing tone.

"Pish, you wish slut." Roderick said while rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

The pair of them then broke out into a fit of giggles. Not for the first time, Roderick realized just how comfortable he was around Sophie. The way she talked to him and the way she smiled at him and the way she looked at him... Roderick started as he realized he had been staring at her a little too long and hurriedly busy himself with the last remains of the dinner that needed to be prepared.

"So if you'll just take your seat, we'll get started with the meal." He said awkwardly.

There was a moment where Sophie looked like she wanted to say more but she also restrained herself and politely took a seat. Roderick kept shooting her furtive glances over his shoulder and he could almost swear that she looked like she was blushing a little bit. Also it seems like she was checking out his butt a little as well... T

That warm feeling had begun to spread out over his body again and he had to suppress a shiver. He knew he was getting turned on just being around here but once again he tamped it down and tried to keep his focus on making everything perfect for her. Soon the meal in its entirety was spread out before her and Sophie was actually delighted with his choice of dishes. Once everything was laid out the pair started scarfing down enthusiasm.

Roderick was a better than average cook but he had pulled out all the stops for tonight's meal. And in his oh so humble opinion he estimated that this was the finest meal he had ever made in his life. Sophie certainly showed her appreciation for his culinary skills by letting out a deep belch after polishing off her second plate of food. "Gawd, I think I'm going to explode." She groaned as she leaned back in her chair.

"I told you not to go in for seconds," Roderick scolded her playfully.

After a few minutes where Sophie reclined in her seat and Roderick cleaned up all the dishes, the pair then adjourned to the television room where Roderick presented her with a veritable smorgasbord of her favorite movies. Sophie was once again delighted and after pondering over her selection, she picked a more action-oriented one for them to view. The pair settled into opposite ends of the sofa as the movie geared up. Roderick found it hard to focus on the film as his concentration was much more intent on trying to suppress his body's reactions. His skin felt warm and tingly, his nipples were erect and sensitive. But all that was nothing compared to what was going on in between his legs. Roderick was not completely foreign to the female anatomy now. While he had been hesitant for the first few weeks after his new pussy formed, eventually and at the encouragement of other girls he began to experiment.

Being aroused as a girl and pleasuring yourself was something very different from all the times he had done it as a man. With men, it was simply all about your dick, all about making the little guy feel as happy as possible. The rest of your body might as well not exist. The pleasure center seemed to be totally focused all in that small shaft. But as a woman it was an entirely different experience. Your whole body was alive with sensations. Your skin aches to be touched and rubbed, your nipples to be played with, even your lips felt an urgent need to be kissed. The radically different in the pleasure centers and shift in priorities had startled him at first. Simply put he didn't know where to begin. But simple experimentation had led him to the ways of pleasure. A tip one of the girls gave him about long hot showers also aided him in his experimentation and led him down a path of discovery involving the pleasures of the female orgasm.

But somewhere deep down in his psyche, his male ego was still fighting for dominance, forever frustrated and upsetting any chance he had in truly reveling in his body's new experience. And of course he had avoided the most prevalent question of all about his sexuality, which was: is sex better as a woman or as a man?

Roderick could not bring himself to make any sort of move on Sophie now. He was too lost in his own existential crisis to even consider the idea. However Sophie, it appeared, was not stricken with the same mental burden. As Roderick struggled with his own mind he was suddenly shocked out of his thoughts by Sophie's hand touching his. Her fingers slowly interlaced with his own.

"Rhonda..." Sophie breathed out slowly. It was then that Roderick finally looked the girl in the face and realized he was not the only one fighting an internal battle. Sophie's face was flushed red, her eyes were bright and sparkling as they looked into his. She was biting the corner of her lip and inching closer towards him on the couch. Her hand on his fully intertwined.

"Rhonda I... I've been... Thinking about you... A lot recently."

Roderick sat motionless as she slowly advanced towards him. His eyes never left hers. His heart was racing and his breath felt like it was caught in his throat. His skin suddenly felt too warm.

"I've been thinking about you too." he breathed out, the words slipping from his lips like a sigh.

Time slowed to a crawl. Sophie stopped an inch from his face. For a moment they only sat staring at each other. Then Roderick leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, tender and full of hesitation. Deep down he was still unsure this was the right thing to do. If he was right...

Sophie wound her free arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a tight embrace. Their flesh was warm and tingly.

"Oh Rhonda..." Sophie sighed into his ear soft as a whisperer. Something inside Roderick seemed to snap at that moment, something deep within him. Rhonda. She had said Rhonda. That's how she saw him right in this instant. Not as the nervous scared frightened boy who had come stumbling into her sorority filled with good intentions and associated with bad men, but as her sorority sister Rhonda, the woman she had gone shopping with and had study dates with. The woman who came to her for advice and leaned on her for support. Not Roderick at all but Rhonda.

For a moment, existential dread filled his being. Who was he anymore? Who had he ever been? Roderick certainly never had friends who stuck up for him, who stared down bullies twice their size. Never had friends who took him shopping and went to the movies and got dinners together. It certainly never was his parents, who had been so focused and interested in their own careers that their son was a distant second concern in their minds. And yet despite all that he had found himself surrounded by people who accepted him, who liked him... and maybe even loved him. But it was Rhonda they loved, Rhonda who was their friend, Rhonda who...

Sophie had pushed Roderick back slowly into a lying position and then began to crawl on top of him. They were making out passionately now and Roderick could feel the fire building within his loins. That cardinal need, that erotic desire that corrodes reason and drives people insane.

Deep inside him a voice asked, 'Are you Roderick anymore or were you ever him to begin with? And does it even matter anymore?' And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around Sophie as the two of them continued their passionate embrace, the person who had been Roderick finally faded away and Rhonda fully took his place. When she opened her eyes, Rhonda was ready to commit to her new life, fully, completely and without any doubts or hesitations left. As Sophie broke off their kiss and began tugging her shirt off over her head, Rhonda briefly considered the fact that it had been Sophie who had started her on this new path. She had dressed Roderick up and gotten him all the injections he needed to become the woman she was now. In a sick twisted kind of way, Rhonda recognized that Sophie had been the one who had transformed him and made her into a reality.

But at that moment she neither knew if this had been Sophie's intention all along nor did she even care. All that mattered right now was the passion the two of them were sharing. Sophie's bra was tugged free and her nipples were exposed to the air. They were already rock hard and sticking out like bullets. Rhonda deeply admired them as she took one in her hand and began to play with it lightly. Sophie gasped and groaned in delight. She then guided Rhonda's hands to her chest and let her fondle them for a few seconds before she went to work on Rhonda's shirt.

In seconds it was on the ground next to hers in a jumbled heap of clothing. Quickly added to this were their discarded socks, pants and at the top of the pile, panties. With their now nubile forms completely naked, the pair began exploring each other fully. Sophie's wandering hands centered on Rhonda's magnificent DD cup breasts. She planted her lips on one of Roderick's nipples and began to tease it ever so lightly with her tongue.

While Rhonda was certainly enjoying these new sensations, she was not an idle spectator. She had busied her own hands with Sophie's spectacular ass. The heart-shaped bubble butt had always seemed to be threatening whatever pair of jeans it was crammed into and Rhonda had fantasized on more than one occasion about it. Now that it was out in the open she almost greedily fondled it.

When Sophie playfully gave Rhonda a love bite on her breast, Rhonda responded with a firm slap on Sophie's ass that made the ample flesh jiggle. Sophie broke away giggling furiously, and Rhonda used this to her advantage by flipping Sophie onto her back. With the blonde girl pinned beneath her, Rhonda began trailing kisses from her nipples all the way down her stomach towards her nether region. Sophie bit the corner of her lip as Rhonda's lips inched their way towards her pussy. Sophie kept her groin very hair free thanks to frequent visits to waxing spas. Rhonda certainly took her time admiring the smooth feeling of the flesh down there. But a heavy musky scent that was emanating from Sophie soon drove all thoughts of admiration out of Rhonda's mind, replaced with pure primal lust.

She deeply savored the scent of her lover before her tongue began to explore the moist crevice it found there. Sophie was wiggling around in excited ecstasy as Rhonda tucked into her main course. Sophie had a taste to her and Rhonda was relishing every second of it. As Sophie continued to squirm, Rhonda reached up with one hand and began to fondle Sophie's breasts, kneading the pliable flesh and playing with the erect nipples. Her other hand quickly found its way to Sophie's clit.

The blonde girl squealed out loud in pure delight. Looking down she could see Rhonda's amazing ass slightly stuck up as she was lapping at Sophie's pussy. A mess of auburn hair was obscuring her face and Sophie wanted to look Rhonda in the eye as they made love. Grabbing a fistful of hair in one hand and pulling it away, she saw the smiling face of her lover looking up at her. Sophie grabbed her other breast in her free hand and added to the sensations she was experiencing.

This wasn't Sophie's first time with a woman but Rhonda was certainly a bit more aggressive than her normal lovers were. Perhaps it was the last fading shred of Roderick in the ego that was now in Rhonda. Whatever the case, Sophie was here for the ride and she was enjoying every second of it. In just a few seconds Rhonda had Sophie moaning like a pornstar.

But just when Rhonda thought she had Sophie on the edge of an orgasm, the petite blonde pulled away from her suddenly. Rhonda vocally began to protest before Sophie was pushing her back onto the sofa.

"No, not yet..." she said with breathless excitement. "I want to make you cum first, you little virgin." Sophie said with an absolutely wicked smile on her face.

Rhonda gulped, feeling intensely nervous and immensely excited at the same time. Sophie let her fingers trail sensually across Rhonda's body, steadily moving downwards towards her thighs. Rhonda giggled at her light touch and anticipation began to thrill her. Being aroused as a woman was just so intensely different than a man. Her every sense seems to be enhanced. It wasn't just the feeling of Sophie's fingers trailing on her naked skin that was exciting her, it was the very air, the temperature of the room itself, the fabric of the couch pressing into her backside. The feeling of her hair as it splayed out all over her upper body. Everything seemed to be exciting her, arousing her, enhancing the moment to the nth degree.

Then Sophie was slowly spreading Rhonda's legs apart and lowering her head to the area down there. She leaned in close and took a large whiff of Rhonda's scent. Sophie was grinning delightfully, licking her lips in anticipation. Rhonda was doing her best not to grab Sophie's head and just plunge it right into her pussy. Her sense of want was paramount, her need even more so.

"Please..." Rhonda whispered in an almost whining tone. "Please, I need you... Down there."

Sophie giggled. "My my! Aren't you the little slut." she said that teasing tone that was driving Rhonda absolutely wild.

" Please!" Rhonda said begging now. "I need you! I need you to..."

Her words were cut off as Sophie suddenly plunged her face down and thrust her tongue into Rhonda's sopping cunt. Rhonda actually screamed at the first sensation, but Sophie didn't slow down in the slightest. Just as Sophie had been wiggling under Rhonda's tender tongue, now it was Rhonda's turn to buck wildly, thrusting her hips and arching her back as Sophie assaulted her with her tongue. There was a sense of urgency building deep within Rhonda that mixed with her needs and desires. She felt that if she didn't cum soon, her whole body was going to explode.

Sophie was savoring the taste of Rhonda but she wasn't going to let her off easy. She broke away just long enough so that she could suck sensually on her own two fingers before leaning down and began lapping at Rhonda's juicy pussy again. Soon those two fingers were pushing up and inside the girl and Rhonda moaned like a whore. She had of course been experimenting in the shower with penetration, but having someone else do it to you was an entirely new experience that no amount of masturbation could ever prepare you for.

Sophie moves her tongue upward and began to nibble on Rhonda's clit, thrusting in and out of Rhonda. She then hooked one thumb and began to toy with the rim of Rhonda sphincter. Rhonda wanted to tell her not to do what she was thinking of doing, but found that the words just got jumbled up and only came out in gibberish and moans. Perhaps Sophie interpreted this as a sign to keep going because she soon had her thumb pushing up into Rhonda's ass. The poor girl was writhing, moaning and screaming in ecstasy as all the new sensations assaulted her brain in a way that she could have never actually been ready for. It all built up inside her until she could contain it no more.

She let out a guttural and feral scream at last and every muscle in her body tensed as the orgasm shook her to her core. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her wild scream eventually tapered off to a low soft moan. The world went white for a while as she floated away on a cloud of pure ecstasy. When she came back to earth, she found that Sophie had crawled on top of her and now positioned her groin directly in front of Rhonda's mouth.

"Now that you know how it's done, let's see how well you paid attention in class." Sophie said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Rhonda was only two pleased to demonstrate her new skills on her lover...

Ch 4: Actions and Consequences.

Rhonda found that her life was changing again, though this time notably for the better. For one thing, sharing a room with Sophie took on a new and exciting kind of perk. For another thing, showers were now much more enjoyable, especially when the two of them got some time alone in one.

Things began to personally look up for Rhonda. She officially announced her transition to her family and received the expected wailing and gnashing of teeth. She personally could care less what any of them thought as they had never really been present in her life in any meaningful capacity. So she quite simply shut that door on her parents and family until such time as they were ready to truly accept the new person she had become, if that time ever came around. And she was more than willing to dive head over heels in her relationship with Sophie. The pair of them practically spent every waking hour together now and a good deal of the sleeping ones as well.

But after about a month of bliss, Rhonda was able to really take a critical look at her life now. With her parents no longer talking to her at that moment, she was totally dependent on the grants she had received to come to school. And when she looked at her academic record, she saw that her grades were beginning to slip. She'd never been a straight A student but her previous B and C were rapidly declining into D's. It was this realization that caused her to take a step back in her relationship with Sophie. As head over heels in love with this girl as she was, she also recognized that there were other important things in her life as well and that she needed to give them time and attention.

However, Sophie did not kick up a fit when Rhonda told her that they needed to focus more on their studies than on each other, as she too had been noticing a slow decline of her grades heading into the back half of the year. Still, their mature realization certainly did not make it any easier to be around each other. Any study sessions the two would plan would inevitably end up with the pair of them performing a game of naked twister, so to speak. And thus when spring break rolled along, Rhonda decided to decline Sophie's invitation to her family's cabin in the mountains. She chose to stay behind so that she could focus on her upcoming finals and perform a few makeup exams.

Sophie had pouted for a day about the decision but ultimately chose to respect her girlfriends choice. And so this is how we found Sophie alone in the sorority house and when a certain someone who had been waiting for exactly this moment chose to make his move...

The house had been empty for about two days now. Some of the other girls had also elected to stay behind from various spring break plans with their families, but one was spending almost all her time at her boyfriend's these days and the other had taken to simply getting out of the house as much as possible. So that on the afternoon in question, Rhonda was completely alone and not expecting anybody for hours.

She had been so engrossed in pouring over old notes and text that she hadn't even heard the knocking on the door the first time around. To be fair, it had been soft and light, not an urgent knock by any means. After a minute, another round of that same soft knocking came. The third time it happened, Rhonda did seem to register it in her brain but she decided to ignore whoever it was. More than likely she figured that it was some boy looking for one of the girls to go party with that evening or something like that.

Rhonda didn't want to get roped into anything other than burying her head in her books. Her one professor had promised the class a rather huge, expansive and very important test would be coming up the day after spring break was over and she was furiously trying to cram every ounce of knowledge she could into her noggin. The knocking came for a fourth time and Rhonda ignored it once again. This time there was a pause for a few minutes and Rhonda hoped that whoever it was on the other side of the door and finally given up. Then came a splintering crash as the belligerent beast of a man on the other side kicked the door open with one swift move. The main lock ripped straight out of the frame and the poor hinges practically shattered against the tremendous force of the blow.

Rhonda jumped when she heard the enormous crash and wondered what the hell was going on. In her mind, she thought that perhaps one of the girls had forgotten her keys and had accidentally broken one of the windows somehow trying to get in. It never even occurred to her that someone might be planning her harm until she was standing at the top of the stairway looking down at a hauntingly familiar visage.

Greg looked like a deranged lumberjack. His hair and beard were now long and unkempt, various crumbs and stains adorned the hair on his face. He was wearing an incredibly dirty flannel shirt that was partially torn in several places. His jeans look like they had been used as an oil rag at a mechanic shop and you could see the steel toes of his boots peeking out from the frayed tips.

"Little pig... little pig... let me in." Greg said in a sing-songy kind of growl. His bloodshot eyes quickly locked on Rhonda's and she was very self-conscious of the fact that she was only wearing a tank top and cut off shorts at the moment. Greg smiled in an utterly unhinged way, the tip of his tongue peeking out through his teeth.

"Well well well, look what we have here."

Rhonda's blood ran cold as Greg's words reached her ears. He was slowly taking steps upwards, heading towards her in a slow but determined march.

"I always knew you were a sissy boy fag, but I got to admit," he said in his rumbling voice as his eyes wandered all over Rhonda's nubile form, "You look pretty hot for a bitch."

His feet began thudding up the stairs one at a time in a slow but repetitive manner. Each time his foot thumped down on a step, it sounded as loud as a gunshot to Rhonda's ears. Numbly, not even aware she was doing so, she began to take steps back in perfect time with his ascension. Her mind was frantically zipping back and forth trying to think of some way anyway to get out of this. But there were no weapons upstairs, no sporting goods or anything that she could think of that would make a decent club. There were various cooking knives downstairs in the kitchen, but that might as well be in China for all the good it would do her. She knew with a certainty that nothing she could pull would allow her to get past Greg. His body was practically filling the narrow staircase and even if she managed to somehow vault down to the floor below, he would be on her in seconds. Panic was rising its way up in her chest, causing her breath to come in short gasps.

When Greg was three steps away from the top, Rhonda's only real idea to get away was that if she could make it to her room, she might be able to jump out of the window. It was only ten feet to the ground below and if she was lucky and rolled the right way, she might not hurt herself too badly. But where could she go from there? She had no idea that anyone at the other frat or sorority houses would even still be around. They were miles from the campus proper and the odds of her running into one of the security guards was slim at best. Not to mention the fact that as crazy as Greg looked, she doubted if anyone being around would even slow him down.

Greg mounted the last step, advancing on her in that same slow steady menacing way. She felt with certainty that he was going to kill her, but she also was starting to get the impression he might try and do something more than that before the end. It was that thought more than anything else that finally got her moving. She turned and began to sprint as fast as she could towards her door. The moment she broke eye contact Greg charged, bellowing a noise that made him sound like a wounded rhinoceros.

Seconds after she dashed through her doorway, Greg was already there. His shoulders slammed into the side of the door frame and his body rebounded off of it, his hands reaching and grasping for her. One of his hands managed to slam into her back hard enough that she stumbled and veered towards the bed. Rhonda's hips slammed into the corner of the mattress and she managed to stop herself from toppling over but suddenly Greg was behind her. His arms wrapped around her, squeezing her into a bear hug and pinning her hands by her side. She let out a horrid scream of terror as he lifted her off the ground and threw her bodily into one of the nightstands. There was an enormous crash as her body impacted with the wooden piece of furniture and she went sprawling to the ground. One of its drawers flew open and the contents scattered all over the room.

Rhonda scrambled to get up to her feet but she only managed to get up on one knee before Greg was on top of her again. This time a fist crashed into her face full on. White hot pain erupted from her nose as blood began to flow. Her head knocked back into the adjoining wall so hard she dented the drywall and then she collapsed on all fours blood pooling out of her face. She had no time to mentally assess what just happened before Greg's foot caught her full in the ribs. The impact lifted her off her hands and knees for a second and flipped her onto her back. Greg gave her no respite and brought his foot crashing down on her stomach knocking the wind clean out of her. Black flowers bloomed in front of Rhonda's vision as the world started swimming in front of her. Her face and ribs were a massive pain and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Greg knelt down and pinned her arms under his knees. He was grinning like a madman.

"Does that feel good bitch, does that feel good? Cuz it feels fucking great to me!" he began cackling as he wrapped his hands around her neck and started to squeeze. "Man those philosopher dicks don't know shit because revenge feels fucking awesome!" he cried out in jubilant triumph as his fingers began tightening around Rhonda's neck.

The world began fading in and out of existence for her. Her hands rose up and started flailing at his legs. She grabbed and scratched at him trying desperately to dislodge him off of her as his grip continued to tighten around her neck. A gray tunnel began obscuring all of her vision. She knew she was on the verge of death. At the last second her hands flail around her trying to find something to plunge into his legs to get him to move. Greg was laughing maniacally and speaking in a rapid chant, "I win I win I WIN!!!"

Her fingers brushed against what felt like small metallic tubes. She madly scooped up a bundle into her hand and jabbed them as hard as she could in the only area she could reach, his groin. As soon as she hit him there, Greg felt a searing pain that enveloped his entire crotch and rapidly started flaring outward across his body. He bellowed angrily and jumped up off her, swatting at the objects still embedded in his body. Rhonda gasped for breath and began to crawl backwards, trying to put some space between him and her. Then Greg began screaming in agony and as he doubled over, Rhonda realized exactly just what she had plunged into him. It was the extra injectors that were loaded up with the mysterious substance that had changed her so completely. She had just injected him with over a dozen doses.

Greg's guts were on fire. Or at least that's what they felt like. Never in his life he'd ever experienced this level of searing pain that seemed to penetrate down to the very core of his physical being. The agony was slowly traversing up his torso and down his legs. "What... did you... do to me... you... bitch!?" he half screamed, half groaned out.

Rhonda was still crawling backwards away from him, her eyes never leaving his face. She was taking deep ragged breaths that hurt her throat and made her chest throb in pain. Her vision had cleared somewhat but she felt like she was still on the edge of passing out. Greg wanted to go over to her, he wanted to put his foot through her head, he wanted to finish the job he'd started. But the pain surging through him was creeping up into his chest and shoulders now. It wouldn't let him take one step forward. He collapsed onto his knees, his hands clutching at his stomach as his insides writhed and twisted.

Rhonda's head bumped against the wall as she continued to backpedal and she propped her back against it. She was rallying herself to make a dash for her door, to try and get downstairs to the kitchen. But just as she was about to go for it, there was an almighty cracking sound that emanated from Greg's body. He screamed out as a white hot lightning bolt of pain shot through him. The sound stunned Rhonda, who thought that it sounded like he had just broken a bone. Then another loud cracking sound occurred, and then another and another. Tears streamed down Greg's face as he began to twitch in searing agony. Then the pain shifted and changed.

Rhonda was staring wide-eyed and transfixed as suddenly Greg's belt ripped into pieces. Next his pants split at the seams as a pair of new meaty thighs began rapidly expanding. His ass likewise was ballooning out rapidly. Rhonda suddenly realized the cracking sound she'd been hearing had been Greg's pelvic and hip bones reshaping and changing. She found herself being mildly fascinated at everything that was happening to him. Her transformation had taken months, but in seconds Greg's entire lower half had seemingly changed into that of a female. But it looked different than her own changes. While her thighs and butt had plumped up, they hadn't expanded to the same degree that Greg's Body seems to be. There were more sharp cracking sounds as his spine shortened and his ribs caved inward. His stomach and waist began to pull in as his back began to gain a natural curving arch.

The changes were speeding up now, and with two sharp snapping sounds his shoulders caved in. His thick, knotted muscular arms rapidly deflated becoming slender and hairless. His hands reshaped and thinned out. At the same time his chest began to rapidly expand. It looked as if somebody had stuck two balloons under his shirt and were rapidly inflating them. In the blink of an eye, his chest was an exact copy of Rhonda's, in another blink it doubled. His shirt began to pull up as it desperately tried to contain the rapidly growing assets hanging off his torso, but it soon gave up the ghost just like the pants had. With a ripping sound of shirt and burst apart revealing two ginormous breasts with nipples the size of teacup saucers. Rhonda goggled at them. She had never seen natural breasts of that size, not even in a porno flick.

"What the fuck is happening to meeee?!?" Greg shrieked, his voice pitching upwards on the last syllable, becoming high pitched and squeaky. His neck seemed to stretch out slightly, and his face began to change. The unkempt beard dissolved away as his chin quickly receded and his jaw line smoothed. His entire head shrunk with a crunching noise. His eyes seem to widen and his lashes lengthened. His nose dwindled until it was petite and upturned. His lips expanded rapidly first doubling in size and then tripling to an absurd degree. His cheekbones rose high on his face and his hair exploded outward, cascading it down his shoulders and back. It changed from a dark brown to an almost platinum blonde. And then suddenly it was over and Rhonda found herself staring at a kneeling woman whose exaggerated proportions would put a porn star to shame.

"What the fuck did you do to me!" the feminized Greg shrieked out in his high pitched new voice. He tried to rise rapidly to his feet but his center of mass had completely changed. He toppled forward as his enormous breasts swung pendulously back and forth with the motion of his rising. He tried to regain his balance but stumbled backwards in shoes that were now five sizes too big for his dainty petite feet. His arms were comically waving in circles as he tried to maintain his balance. Greg managed to take all of three steps forward before he toppled head first into the overturned nightstand. With a splintering crash the top of his head connected solidly with the piece of wooden furniture and knocked the boy turned girl out cold. Blood began pooling from a nasty looking gash that was just below his new hairline.

Rhonda sat on the floor breathing intensely hard, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. She hadn't even considered what would have happened if she had taken more than one injector at a time. Her mind was whirling in a blur. And unfortunately, it proved to be all too much for the injured girl. As she tried to get back to her feet, her vision faded to gray and she passed out, crashing to the floor next to the newly transformed Greg.

Luckily for everyone involved, the sorority girls who like to go out for long walks came back only five minutes after the entire confrontation had reached its conclusion. After she had stopped screaming, she immediately called an ambulance and the police. The cops got there first and were incredibly confused by everything they were seeing. The front door had been kicked in with incredible force, the upstairs looked like a grudge match had gone on, and both the girls passed out on the floor looked worse for wear. They were confused why one was more beat up then the other as well as why the other one's clothes were so torn up and ratty looking. Their initial conclusion was that some person of interest had attacked the girl with the torn up clothing and that the other one had apparently walked in on a rape in progress, during which time she was severely beaten.

They concluded that the suspect had fled the scene shortly before the third girl had come and found both of them passed out on the floor. As the beat up girl had clear signs of strangulation marks around her neck, the officers on the scene concluded that murder had been on the suspect's mind. Rhonda regained consciousness at the hospital a few hours later. She was informed that she had received a broken nose, several bruised ribs and that her esophagus was severely bruised from the strangulation attempt. Her larynx had also nearly been crushed by her attacker and thus talking was somewhat difficult for her at that time. Rhonda took all of this in stride, mostly because she was on such powerful painkillers that she couldn't really feel anything, physically or mentally. She was high as a kite and as far as she knew everything was just dandy.

Word of the attack got out and quickly spread all over campus. It didn't take Greg's former frat brothers long before they put the finger on him. His insane obsession with Roderick was well known. With only the slightest amount of pressure, Doug rolled on Greg and about the information he had given him during the winter. The police were very curious about the second girl they had found as she had no identification on her and none of the sorority girls knew her at all. They could find no records of her on campus at all and her fingerprints came back with absolutely no information. For all intents and purposes she was a complete ghost.

They had questioned Rhonda several times but she was unable to tell them anything about her. Utilizing a legal pad so she didn't have to talk, she told them about Greg bursting into the house and his subsequent assault on her. She did edit out the conclusion of the event, instead stating that she passed out while Greg was choking her. The police questioned her several times but we're more interested in trying to see if the mystery girl had been there before Greg or had perhaps even come with him. Rhonda would merely shrug when those questions were raised and eventually the police moved on from her. When Sophie got word of what had gone down, she hopped on the first plane back to the university and had broken several speed records in her mad dash to the hospital. She had tearfully reunited with Rhonda and then strapped in for the truth about the encounter.

"My god... I never even thought about that..." Sophie said at the conclusion of Rhonda's tale. Sophie didn't question the validity of her statement, she was instead blown away by the fantastic conclusion.

"Did you know they could do that?" Rhonda asked with her notepad, scrawling sloppily. She was extremely tired and still a little loopy from the drugs. She was in a lot of pain still but she wanted to remain cognizant for this conversation.

"No!" Sophie exclaimed as she read her note. "I had absolutely no idea that they could change someone like that! And in seconds!" She flapped her arms helplessly. "They are legitly used for medical transitions. But taken in small doses over several months, like I told you."

"What are the side effects?" Rhonda asked.

"None." Sophie replied. "At least, none for those following the instructions. Your guess would be as good as mine for what kind of dose you gave that prick."

There was a moment of silence between the pair as both considered the implications. Sophie had stolen those injectors, no two ways about it. Sure, it was for a good cause but that didn't really mean dick in the eyes of the law. Not to mention the legality of transforming someone against their will. Granted that it was unintentional and in self defence. But neither could even think about a case where someone had been forcibly transformed against their will.

"What now?" Rhonda wrote on her pad after a prolonged silence.

Sophie smiled at her love. "Hope that prick never wakes up." She said darkly.

Nine days after the attack took place, the mysterious girl woke up.

"Who the fuck are you pricks," had been her first words upon regaining conscientious.

The staff was quick to report to the police that she was awake and that she was being grumpy, irascible and combative. But most of all, they let the officer in charge of the investigation know that the girl apparently didn't have any idea about who she was.

"Name? I don't fucking know. You're the cops right? Aren't you fuckers supposed to know that shit? And stop staring at my damn tits, pervert!" The girl hollered at the detective the moment he started asking her questions.

Detective Salazar couldn't quite help stare at her massive tits. They were impossibly perky given their size. They also obscured almost a fourth of her body. Between that, her tiny waist, massive hips and thighs and cocksucking lips, it was impossible for a man not to stare at something. She was a pornstar's wet dream. If it wasn't for her attitude...

"Please miss," He said in a tired voice. This was his third attempt at interviewing the Jane Doe who had been found at the sorority house. The hospital staff had warned him about her being 'combative,' but this was a whole another level. "If you can just-"

"Don't call me miss, shithead. In fact, don't call me at all." The girl fumed at Salazar. While her tone was harsh, her high pitched squeaky voice made her sound more like a kid throwing a temper tantrum than an adult woman expressing her indignation.

"Please... if you can just try to remember anything, it would be-"

"Oh yeah, like I haven't been wracking my brain my little bimbo brain, trying to figure out who's ass I'm going to have to kick for fucking my shit up! Yup, silly me! I've just been sitting here with my thumb up my ass whistling Dixie for the last few days!"

Salazar let out a deep irritated sigh. He had hoped that the mystery girl would lighten up after a few days once the shock of her memory loss had worn off. But if anything, she had only become worse.

Salazar made one last attempt. "Can you recall anything at all about before you were in this hospital?"

The girl's lip curled pretentiously. "Yeah, I can remember screwing your mom last night! How that fucker?!" She then mockingly laughed at him until Salazar stomped out of her room. "And don't come back if you don't know shit, loser!" She hollered after his retreating form. Then she lapsed into thought. In truth, she remembered a few flashes. The image of a big house and the face of some scrawny guy were the most prominent. They made her mad whenever she thought about them. She was also reasonably sure that her name started with a G. But none of that brought her any pleasure.

Privately, she had come to the conclusion that the face she was remembering must be the guy who had fucked her up so badly. But she wasn't about to tell the cops that. They would take forever to do any kind of investigation and in the end, probably let the guy off with a slap on the wrist. Guy's get away with all kinds of crap like that, she thought to herself bitterly. And so she had become determined to hunt down this guy herself. If it took her a hundred years, if she had to chase him to the ends of the earth, she was going to find this guy. And when she did...

Time passed. Pages fell off the calendar. Rhonda was discharged after a month in the hospital. Thanks to Greg's handy work, when her throat healed it left her voice with a smokey tone. Sophie didn't mind however. She thought it made her sound like a phone sex operator, or so she liked to tease.

Rhonda had to work extra hard at all her classes for the remainder of the year. Being assaulted and almost murdered at the hands of a deranged frat boy only gets you so much leeway with the professors, especially the sexist ones with tenure. Still she managed to scrape by with B's in all her important classes. Sophie and her celebrated that evening after they got their grades in the usual way.

As they were laying in bed, basking in the afterglow of a lengthy sexual session, Sophie asked a question that Rhonda had been unconsciously avoiding for a long time.

"So... what now?"

Rhonda didn't have any answers for her. She jokingly replied, "Well... I think I'll take a shower and then..."

Sophie lightly punched her in the arm. "I mean, what are we going to do now that Greg's outta the picture."

"Yeah... I know."

They had tried to keep tabs on the transformed Greg, but once he was discharged from the hospital, the boy turned girl up and vanished. Any effort to find her led to no results. After a few weeks, the pair decided to let it go. It's not like they wanted to poke around for him, especially since they heard that his transformation had done nothing for his personality. And if Rhonda was being honest with herself, she really didn't feel bad for what had happened. He had tried to kill her and she had defended herself. It was as simple as that. Plus not having him around meant not having to worry about someone figuring out that Sophie had stolen all those injectors. With any luck, he would simply move on with his life, or so Rhonda hoped.

A long silence passed between them. Rhonda cuddled up to Sophie and buried her face in her hair. She loved how Sophie smelled after sex. Her mind was spinning in slow circles as she considered what the future might hold for her now.

"Do you... want to go back to being..." Sophie started to say before Rhonda cut her off.

"Never. I love who I am. Who you helped me to become."

"Yeah but... I mean, up to now we've been fudging the records for a while now, but it was all done with the idea that you'd be going back to being a dude." Sophie turned herself so that she was facing Rhonda now. They held each other tenderly.

"I don't want to lose you." Sophie said with tears brimming in her eye's. "But I don't want to force you down this path either."

Rhonda smiled at her lover and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "This won't be easy. I never figured it would. But I can't see myself going back to who I was before. I was a wimp and a loser. I never felt like I was a real man anyway. But more importantly, I don't want to lose you. Maybe we fall apart down the line, we don't know what the future holds. But if I give all this up now..." Rhonda bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. "I guess I don't know how I'd live with myself if I just gave all this up now."

Sophie was crying now. Rhonda just pulled her in tight and held her until she was all cried out.

"I love you Rhonda." Sophie said softly.

"I love you too, Sophie." Rhonda replied. They intertwined their bodies together and laid that way for a long time.

"Gawd you suck at this." Gigi said to the man who was attempting to give her oral pleasure and failing miserably.

"Hey, I didn't pay for any dirty talk." the man said grumpy as he looked up from between her thighs.

"Then stop sucking, you loser."

"You fucking bitch." The man growled and stood up. He started to unfasten his pants and began tugging them down.

Gigi rolled her eye's. "Oh no. Let me guess, you're going to punish me with your disappointing dick."

"Fuck you whore!" he shouted as he pulled his junk out. Just as she predicted, it was nothing to write home about. Sighing deeply, she leaned back in the car seat and closed her eyes.

"Wake me up when you're done, tiny dick." She said in a bored tone.

The man sputtered out something that she supposed would have been an insult if he had managed to get his brain in gear. Then he pushed his way into her and started roughly pounding her pussy.

Gigi couldn't be bothered to pretend to be impressed. She knew that whatever she said, this loser was soon going to be another of her regulars. And why shouldn't he? She had a body that made men weak at the knees just from a glance. Not to mention the fact that she could fuck like nobodies business. She knew she had the goods to keep men like him coming back for more no matter how she acted. And why should she pretend to be nice to morons like him? He was a loser from a long line of losers. Not her. She had been handed a gift from the gods and she wasn't about to let it go to waste.

The only thing that bothered her was that she still couldn't remember a damn thing before the hospital. It had been over a year now and whoever had whacked her upside the head had scrambled her brains but good. Nobody could figure out a thing about her. She had no ID, no social media, not a single photo with her in it that anyone could find. The cops of course tried to find out anything about her, but they came up empty handed too.

Gigi had tried to find a regular job, but they were all such a waste of time for her. I mean, why should someone like her be assigned to some menial day job.

She only had a few feelings about her past and one of them is that she used to be a big deal of some kind. Some one special, someone with a destiny. But that had all been taken away by the wimp in her memory. She had become sure of that. Somehow he had gotten close to her and bashed her over the head. He had probably been some loser who couldn't handle that she was way too good for him.

The business man was grunted and panting now. Not even a minute in her pussy and the wimp was already almost done. Pathetic.

"Oh god, oh fuck, your cunt is so good bitch!"

"Whatever." She hoped this moron didn't expect any small talk after this because the night was young and she had a lot of other dorks to milk for cash. She needed lots of money for the private detective she had looking for this dork-faced loser from her memory. It was a pity that the PI didn't want to exchange services because Gigi could have kept him paid in spades that way.

The business man had pulled his cock out and was cuming all over her stomach. As he was moaning, she checked her watch. It was only nine o'clock, plenty of time to roll a few more johns before her shift at the strip club started up. There was a bachelor party that had booked that place and they were all high rollers. Lots of money to be milked by rich morons. And she knew how to get what she wanted.

The business man was muttering something at her but she didn't have time for small talk. She waved him away and took up her position at the corner again. She sighed as a small sedan with a balding asshole slowed down to ogle her body. It wasn't easy being her, she mused. But she couldn't imagine being anyone else.

The end.