Man to Woman

by Jane Futa

“I’m not sure,” I said. “I’m not really sure how to approach the rest of my life. There’s not going to be any more football. I’ll have to re-enroll as a new person.”

  “You’ll need new identification,” she said.

  “Oh fuck. That’s right,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll help you re-adjust.”

  I blushed. Nina was so sweet and helpful. I couldn’t believe all I saw in her a day earlier was an innocent cheerleader to bang. She was so much more.

  She took my hands in hers and brought them to her lips. She kissed them and smiled. “Let’s get dressed and go back downstairs for now. Enjoy the party. Think about the hard stuff later.”

  I nodded. The rest of the night wasn’t quite as epic as it had started. But I had Nina by my side, and she seemed to like me even through my strange transformation. As uncertain as everything felt, it also felt natural and good.

  For once in my life, I knew what I wanted for myself and I was excited about the future. I was excited about my new body. I was excited about my breasts and curves. I couldn’t wait to buy more clothes and makeup. I couldn’t wait to dress up with Nina and go to other parties. And if at those parties a bunch of guys wanted to fuck us, then I was excited for that too.

  I knew it would take some adjusting. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it was true to me. It was the only truth I knew. It may have been hiding before, but it was always yearning to escape. Now I felt completely liberated. I knew with Nina’s help, everything would turn out okay.

  Sorority Sissy

  Chapter 1

  A lump caught in my throat and I swallowed a bit of the sunny morning air. I tried to calm my nerves – the very nerves that left my lanky wrists shaking and my shaggy, dirty-blonde hair dancing over my brow. Despite the warm, late-summer moisture swarming about my senses, with scents of dried leaves and pollen from the hillsides nearby, I felt a chill; the pressure of avoiding a repeat of my ‘loser’ reputation at High School was proving great. For the last three weeks, since arriving at college for my freshman year, I felt more empowered than ever, albeit in a muted way.

  But, now, as I neared the festivities of ‘pledge week,’ I felt myself back in the halls of Madison High, back to being a fly on the wall; skinny and too soft-featured to ever compete with the jocks for the affection of the beautiful girls waltzing from class to class. I felt I had no business even considering joining a frat. I felt foreign in a way that seemed far-too familiar.

  “So long as I’m not a loser in college, too,” I whispered to myself, as I scoured the row of makeshift wooden stands that lined the campus courtyard, along with painted banners that advertised the fraternities and sororities. Some of the stands were clearly homemade, with a touch of unsophistication signaling the less-influential status the fraternity played in University life. Others seemed professionally done, with perfect carpentry and immaculate type-facing on the banners.

  My eyes landed on a brightly-colored yet professional looking sign reading: West Alpha. I was immediately drawn to it, as I was sure plenty others had been. There was a small line forming at the stand. I ran my eyes across the guys running it. I knew I wasn’t like them, just like I wasn’t like the jocks in high school, but I was determined to make a change to myself this year. I was determined to finally find my footing.

  I trudged over, suddenly aware of every sound around me. The toe of my sneakers kicked against the sidewalk because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to pick up my feet. My legs were too long and slender and moving my limbs often felt like too much effort. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears, nearly drowning out the voices of the more alpha guys who stood in line.

  Once I stepped in, I felt a hundred pairs of eyes on me as if questioning what the hell I was doing there. I inhaled deeply and squared my shoulders. I puffed out my slender chest as if I could inflate my body to look more muscular than it was. I scowled to try and look tougher than I was, but I couldn’t tell if anyone bought it. A few of the guys laughed to themselves, but I told myself it was over something else. I told myself that they weren’t laughing at me.

  When I finally approached the stand for West Alpha, there were two alpha hunks eyeing me suspiciously. Both of them had raised eyebrows as they handed me an application.

  “Why do you think West Alpha would be a good fit for you?” asked a guy who I would later come to know as Tom. “Why would you be a good fit for West Alpha?”

  I lowered my voice to the deepest register that I could muster. “Because I’m as alpha as they come,” I said, convinced I’d hidden enough of myself to be accepted. Their faces froze for a moment before they burst into a fit of laughter.

  “Sure, bro,” said the second guy, whose name I would later learn was Travis. Travis was the hottest guy on campus. He was the quarterback and he knew he was wanted by everyone. He was cocky and smug, but that only made him more attractive. Even I, a straight male, had trouble keeping the butterflies away when I peered into his deep blue eyes.

  “Look,” said Travis. “Why don’t you try out for one of the sororities instead?” Tom laughed and high fived Travis. I quickly tried to think of something I could say to defend myself, but I fell short. I hung my head low, felt my cheeks grow hot, and turned on my heel to walk away in defeat.

  After taking a few steps, though, Tom had called back to me. “Bro!” I turned around quickly with a hint of hope building in my chest. “Why don’t you come pledge and we’ll see how you do.” I nodded and scurried quickly back to my dorm before they changed their minds. I filled out the application and prepared to take it to them the next day, when the hazing would inevitably start.

  I knew I had one thing against the other applicants…I was used to being humiliated and tormented. I knew I could handle anything they’d throw at me to get in.

  Chapter 2

  The next day I showed up at the West Alpha frat house, prepared to finally make a change. I knew I would do just about anything to get in. When I walked up to the house, there was a crowd of guys on the lawn participating in the typical hazing events. All eyes turned on me as I joined the team of pledges. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when they saw me, as if they didn’t think I’d be competition, but being humiliated was the one area of my life I felt confident in being able to handle. It wasn’t that I wanted to be humiliated or anything. I just wasn’t a stranger to it.

  I took my place in the long line of pledges and waited for instructions from the three frat guys facing us. Two of them were the ones from the stand and the third I didn’t recognize.

  “What’s your name?” asked Tom, pointing his finger at me and raising his brow in a skeptical expression.

  “Danny,” I said in the lowest voice I could muster. Unfortunately, the name still left my lips squeaky and high-pitched. It almost sounded as if I’d just started puberty. The rest of the guys started to chuckle at me when they heard how I sounded. I blushed but stood my ground. The last thing I wanted to do was give them the satisfaction of running away.

  “Danny,” said Tom. “I have a special project for you. This way.” He turned his back and headed toward the front door of the house. I took a few steps forward and then turned to look over my shoulder at the other guys. I stuck out my tongue at them, pretending I had some kind of advantage over them by being singled out. I had no idea what Tom had in store for me, but I wanted the rest of the guys to think it was an early acceptance.

  I followed Tom into the house and upstairs. He led me to a bedroom where I expected he would ask me to scrub the floors with a toothbrush or something of that nature. Instead, he locked the door and asked, “How far are you willing to go to get into this fraternity?”

  “As far as I need to,” I admitted with all of the confidence that I could find in my bones.

  “You’re a little girly for us, I have to admit,” he said with a wink. “That’s why I have a special assignment.” I resented that he called me girly, but if I would eventu
ally make it in the fraternity then I didn’t care what names he wanted to use. I wasn’t prepared for his fingers to latch on his khaki pants zipper, though, and start tugging it down.

  “You know, you’d make a pretty hot chick,” he said, lowering his khakis and briefs to his ankles. I caught sight of his fully erect cock in all its length and girth. My eyes widened and I looked at him questioningly. The words I wanted to ask were caught in my throat. I wondered if he was implying what I thought he was. Am I supposed to suck his cock?

  “Come on, Danny,” he continued, “a good pledge gets on his knees and shows his appreciation for this frat.”

  I slowly dropped to my knees, but my bones were shaking. I wasn’t gay and I never thought about being with a guy before, but I couldn’t deny how much the idea of sucking Tom’s cock turned me on. I felt my cock harden slightly in my pants. He walked toward me, his cock coming closer and closer to my face. He smiled mischievously with one half of his mouth curling up into his cheek. His gaze pierced through me as if it were an arrow pinning me to the floor.

  “Go on,” he said, holding the base of his shaft. He pointed the tip of his cock toward my lips. “Show your appreciation.”

  I parted my lips and stretched out my tongue. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself into this position. I couldn’t believe Tom even wanted me to suck him off. He inched forward until the underside of his head rested against my tongue. He stroked my cheek and said, “Yeah, that’s a good little slut.”

  The way he called me a slut sent a chill down my spine. I eagerly wrapped my lips around his head and sucked my cheeks in. I drew the length of him back along my tongue. He leaned his head back and let out a low moan. “Fuuuuck,” he said.

  He placed a hand on the back of my head and shoved his cock deep into my throat until I was gagging on it. He was so thick that he took up every inch of space inside my mouth. My jaw flexed open until it felt like it might break. He was so long I couldn’t even fit all of him inside of me.

  He pulled back out slowly and then pushed it back in quickly. He started to thrust in and out of my mouth as he moaned. I reached down to rub my growing cock but he scolded me for it.

  “You don’t get to come,” he said. “This is all about showing your allegiance. This is all about me.” I nodded with my mouth still full of his cock. I brushed my hand away and felt an emptiness and longing, but the more time passed without me pleasing myself, the more intense the buildup became.

  He rocked his hips against my face, his balls occasionally slapping against my chin. He growled and groaned until I felt his cock swell against my throat. His abs tightened and his legs quivered.

  “Fuck!” he cried. I felt his sticky hot load shoot into my mouth. I struggled to swallow all of it, and a few streams trickled down my chin. When he had finished he withdrew from my mouth and glared at me. “You suck good cock, but we don’t allow girls here at West Alpha. Maybe you should try one of the sororities,” he teased.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I fought back. “I thought this was supposed to help me get in!”

  “Are you arguing with me? You think that’s going to win us over? We decided the moment that we saw you that you weren’t getting in. You’re too feminine, bro. You’re too beta. This is West Alpha, get it?”

  I pushed past him and ran out of the door, wiping his come from my chin. My erection was still hard, but thankfully it was softening the angrier I became. I ran out of the house and felt the heated stares of the other pledges on my back as I continued into the street.

  I wanted to get away as quickly as possible and I didn’t see the car coming straight at me. I heard the brakes squeal and I froze in place, shutting my eyes and waiting for the inevitable crash.

  Chapter 3

  When I opened my eyes I saw a blue convertible filled with the hottest chicks I’d ever seen. Behind the driver’s seat was a young woman with rich, dark hair and coal black eyes. Her skin was tanned and she smiled at me as if Fate had given her something she’d been looking for. The car had stopped inches away from me. Thinking about the impact that could’ve killed me took my breath away, but it was nothing compared to being pleasantly greeted by a car full of hot girls.

  “Sorry about that!” called the driver, standing up in her seat and leaning over the windshield. “Are you okay?”

  I could barely speak, but managed to utter a yes. She smiled and nodded. “What are you running from?”

  I looked back over my shoulder at the pledges who were laughing at me still. They were probably disappointed that I hadn’t been hit. Some of them were distracted by the pretty girls in the car, but most of them thought the scene was hilarious.

  “Oh,” she said. “Pledge week, huh?” Again, I nodded. My cheeks flushed pink with heat and I could hardly keep eye contact. “Why don’t you let me make it up to you? We have a party tonight at our sorority, Kappa Vixa. Why don’t you join us?”

  I looked at her with hopeful eyes. Is this some kind of trap? I nodded and said, “Thank you. Maybe I will.” I stepped out of the way and watched the blue car speed off, their gorgeous locks blowing in the breeze of their escape. Maybe West Alpha was a mistake. Maybe I can still make a change without joining a fraternity. After all, sorority girls are where it’s at. If I can get in with them it would be just as good for my image.

  I walked back to my dorm feeling the day’s humiliation slip away. I was invited to a sorority party, and the girls were smoking hot. They wanted me and if I was lucky, maybe I’d get to sleep with one or two of them. Maybe it would be at the same time even. Kappa Vixa was supposedly one of the wildest sororities on campus and I couldn’t wait to experience some of their adventures.

  I partly hoped that if I could shack up with a girl or two, it would make up for the blowjob I had just given too. Maybe it would help re-affirm my heterosexuality. I kept telling myself it was only for a spot in the fraternity and that it didn’t make me gay, but my cock still hardened any time I thought about Tom’s come sliding down my throat.

  Once back at the dorm, I showered and put on my nicest polo and khaki shorts for the party. I wanted to dress like one of the West Alpha guys, even if they didn’t think I was masculine enough to get in. If I could get on the good side of Kappa Vixa, they’d regret rejecting me for sure.

  Kappa Vixa was on the other side of campus from dorm, but I didn’t have a car. I walked the long path to their door, trying to catch my breath before I made my presence known. I ran a hair through my tousled hair and released a heavy exhale. I rapped my knuckles against their door and waited for it to open.

  Seconds later, the dark-haired girl was standing in front of me. “Hey, you! I’m Devina, by the way,” she said, extending out a long, slender hand. She wore a tight turquoise spaghetti strap crop top with high-waisted jean shorts. Her dark hair was straight but full of body as it draped around her curvaceous breasts. I couldn’t believe I had been invited to hang out with them. Maybe I’d developed more in the past summer as a man than I thought.

  I took her hand in mine and smiled. She stepped to the side to give me room to enter. The house was just as old as the other fraternity and sorority houses, but they had a Fifties Mid-Century style going on inside. It was like walking into a preserved antique rather than a dilapidated Victorian home. I looked around and wondered how this many girls agreed on one style. I immediately wondered if all their bedrooms looked the same or if that was where they exercised their interior decorating freedoms. I couldn’t help but imagine each of them lounging on a white fluffy bed, horny and waiting for the right man to come along to satisfy them.

  Maybe that man could be me, I thought.

  The foyer opened up toward a set of stairs in the middle of the house, a dining room to the left and an open living room to the right with tall windows along one wall. The rest of the sorority girls were lounging in the sofas and chairs that were expertly placed around a Mid-Century coffee table. The last of the summer sun was fading, leaving long streaks of gold stret
ched out across the antique wood.

  “Is this the whole party?” I asked when I realized only the girls were here. It wasn’t that I minded being the only guy, it just seemed odd.

  Devina giggled and pushed against my upper back, leading me into the room. “Yes, silly. We’re playing a secret game of Truth or Dare,” she said.

  As I approached the living room, the other girls’ eyes lit up with excitement. “Devina! Good work!” shouted a thin blonde. Her blue eyes sparkled with delight. I could feel their gazes travelling up and down my lanky body. These girls are hornier than I thought.

  Two of the girls, a second blonde and a redhead, separated toward the edge of their royal blue sofa and patted the empty spot beside them. “He can sit here while we play,” they said happily. They both smiled so wide their eyes squinted. I blushed and squeezed myself in the vacancy between them.

  “Thanks,” I said. “I’m Danny.” I shook their hands and the rest of the girls whispered my name to each other. I felt like some kind of royalty. I’d never felt so accepted in my life.

  They resumed their game of Truth or Dare and the first blonde I’d met targeted Devina. “Truth or Dare,” she said with a playfully evil expression.

  “I’m no weakling,” she said. “Dare.” She said the word with added emphasis as if she were challenging the blonde to give her the best dare she could think of.

  “I dare you to kiss Beth,” she said. The room erupted into giggling, but Devina only shrugged. My heart started to race at the thought of seeing two girls kiss each other. Devina turned to her left and leaned over the arm of her chair. A brunette, who I assumed was Beth, leaned over the arm of her sofa until their lips met in the middle. They didn’t just kiss. They made out. They kissed for a good two minutes with tongues swirling and probing. My cock grew hard and I crossed my legs in hopes of hiding it.