Jon felt incredibly awkward. More awkward than he had ever felt, in fact. It wasn't that he was the only guy in a room of hot girls, the inner sanctum of the sorority Zeta Zeta Zeta. It wasn't even that he was about to go through with pledging this sorority, an honour held only by women.
It was his clothes.
He peeked down at himself. He couldn't look far down, since the bra he was wearing was padded. He shook his head staring at the glittery chest he donned, knowing that if he could look below it didn't improve. His legs were cold. The air conditioning in the house was on high, but his skimpy fairy costume didn't have anything to cover him up. At least his feet were warm, he thought, in his socks and sneakers.
He resisted the temptation to pull the panties out of his butt-crack.
"Attention!" Shouted the girl who seemed to be in charge. In other circumstances Jon would have found her very hot. She wore a black robe with three 'Z's on it, some sort of outfit of office he guessed. The robe was untied and open in the front. Underneath was a body to kill for. Round succulent breasts, held tightly by a white t-shirt. A firm tight ass, snuggle cradled by a pair of jean shorts. Long smooth legs which seemed to go on forever.
This wasn't the time for attraction, though. Not only did he feel awkward, but he felt scared as well. He'd heard stories of how humiliating these rush weeks could be for guys, and now he was having to go through it as if he were a girl! He didn't know what to expect.
He stood up straight, causing his padded chest to thrust out. He noted with a quick glance that the other pledges were doing the same thing. The girl in charge clapped her hands twice and Jon saw the "sisters" step forward, each handing two shots of some strong smelling liquor to the pledges. A cute blond with a sympathetic face handed him his with a sheepish smile, then stepped back.
"Ladies!" barked the girl in charge, who Jon was now beginning to think of as 'The Drill Sergeant'. "Now that you are appropriately dressed for the occasion, we will begin the celebration! You have been handed a precious drink by beautiful women who you aspire to be! You are not worthy of this gift! In appreciation to them, you will pound them!"
There was a moment of uncertainty in the room.
"I said POUND THEM!"
All the pledges, Jon included, slammed back both shots. It burned on the way down in a way he did not expect. Fighting back a cough, he stood up and felt his face blush. The heat was incredible. He knew it wasn't possible, but he was sure he was already feeling tipsy.
The Drill Sergeant began to pace in front of the dressed up pledges. "You girls are probably the sorriest pledges I've ever seen at Zeta Zeta Zeta," she turned to the girl dressed as Alice and swatted her hair, "Look at this hair. Pathetic."
She turned to the barmaid, grabbed her boobs and lifted them, "Stand up straight when I'm talking to you!"
Then she got to Jon. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. A smirk came to her face.
"Ladies, I have assigned each one of you a 'Big Sister' to show you the ropes of being a Zeta. Each of these sisters has the authority to throw you off your pledge at any moment. From this moment on, their word is gospel. You got that?!"
"Yes ma'am!" they shouted instinctively, Jon included.
"Sisters, pick up your pledges."
Five girls broke from the watching crowd and claimed their little sisters. The pulled them aside, some criticizing them for everything they could, some talking softly. A busty brunette walked up to Jon but was stopped by The Drill Sergeant.
"Samantha, I'm sorry, but this one is going to need extra attention. I'll take her," she said with a smirk.
Jon swallowed hard.
