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Sorority Sisterhood [Multi TG Story]
🕑 Added 2025-05-31 03:47:15 +0000 UTCTier Reward for Nathan Rancher
Carter’s frat house is full of dude-bros who keep getting in trouble, so Carter wishes they could be more like the local sorority. Suddenly, his housemates start to change both physically and mentally, and only he seems to be aware of it.
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The heavy oak doors of the Dean’s boardroom groaned shut behind Carter Hayes with a heavy thud, one that matched the pounding of his heart. His polished shoes struck the marble floor in stiff, reluctant steps, each one louder than the last in the aching silence that followed.
The College Board had just concluded their third disciplinary meeting in as many months regarding Delta Psi Beta—the fraternity Carter led. Not with pride lately, but with something closer to grim responsibility.
“We’ve had enough,” Dean Kessler had said flatly, peering at him over his spectacles like a disappointed father. “The stunts, the parties, the idiotic contests... You turned the quad into a wrestling pit during finals week, Carter.”
“I know,” Carter had mumbled.
He had told them not to do it, but Chris had dared Tucker to go ahead with the plan, and well, Tucker never turned down a dare. None of his boys did, they didn’t want to be seen as ‘pussies’. The dean’s final words still echoed in his head as he glumly made his way back to the frat house:
“You’re not running a circus. You’re running a fraternity at one of the top colleges in the country. If you can’t reel in the testosterone theatrics, Delta Psi will be disbanded.”
Now, as Carter stepped out into the late afternoon light, the weight of it all pressed down on him harder than any hangover ever had. The other brothers didn’t see it—didn’t see how close they were to losing everything. To them, it was still a joke. A game. Another chance to out-bro each other in the name of tradition. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and started the walk back toward the house.
As he rounded the corner past the ivy-covered library, his gaze fell on the white-pillared front porch of Alpha Theta Mu, the largest sorority on campus. A group of women lounged on the wide stone steps, passing iced coffees between them, laughing—not loudly, but warmly. One of them was braiding another’s hair. Two more were working on signs for the upcoming bikini car wash.
There was something effortless in the way they moved around one another. Alpha Theta never got in trouble; they were practically the poster girls for wholesome, college fun. Wild times without getting too wild. No one was chugging milk until they puked. No one was duct-taped to a lamppost. No one was climbing on the roof shouting about who they’d slept with at the latest kegger.
It wasn’t the kind of bond his fraternity had. Not lately. Delta Psi used to be about brotherhood, too—about support, about tradition in the best sense. Now it was keg stands, dares, and proving who could survive the dumbest stunt. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
As he turned back toward the Delta Psi house, its brick facade looming just ahead, Carter made a quiet promise to himself. If this place was going to survive, things had to change. No more meathead antics. No more “bros before anything else.” He just had to figure out how. He glanced back over his shoulder at the Alpha Theta girls and sighed.
“I wish my guys could be more like that.”
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Carter woke the next morning feeling groggy. He’d lain awake half the night trying to think of a way to convince his brothers to stop acting so wild. If he straight up told them, that wouldn;t work. They would just see more rules to break, more things to dare one another to do. No, he had to convince them somehow, show them. He pulled himself out of bed and scratched at the back of his neck, feeling the soft hair there prickle slightly.
“Damn, I need a haircut.” He muttered as he groggily made his way down to the bathroom, only to find a line waiting. Chris grinned at him as he joined; his hair was starting to look a little long as well.
“What’s the holdup?” Carter asked.
“Tucker is conditioning, you know how long that takes him.”
The sound of the shower and a low voice singing happily met Carter’s ears and he almost balked: Tucker would never sing, not when anybody could hear him. What was even stranger, none of the guys in line were giving him shit for it. The only one complaining was the first in ling who banged on the door loudly.
“Tucker, if you use all the hot water again, I’m borrowing your favourite shirt without asking!”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I totally would, not get out here and leave some water for the rest of us!”
The sounds of water stopped and a second later Tucker opened the door, one towel wrapped around his torso, another somehow twisted above his head.
“Fine, but if I get tangles, you’re helping me brush them out.”
Carter’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Normally, they’d be lucky if Tucker even slung a towel around his waist at all, let alone two and over his entire body. The man giggled, honest to God giggled, when he passed Carter.
“You’re going to catch flies!”
“I…uh…”
“Uh oh, I think somebody went drinking alone last night!”
The other guys in line, sans the one who just jumped into the bathroom all laughed; but there was no bite to it. Tucker gave carter a little pat on the shoulder, they walked down to his room. Maybe it was his imagination, but Carter was sure there was an extra sway to his hips as he went.
By the time he’d finally had a shower and got downstairs for breakfast, Carter was sure something weird was going on. Nobody was playing keep away with the cornflakes, nobody was scoffing eggs and bacon and daring the others to keep up; instead, the room was downright peaceful. Chris perched himself on the edge of the bench, kicking his legs playfully as he picked all the marshmallows out of the lucky charms and Fred was making a smoothie while the others all sat and talked softly.
“Tucker…did you join the swim team?” Carter asked, watching the man's legs kick back and forth.
“No, why?”
“You’re legs…you shaved them?”
“They look good, don't they?” Chris grinned, running a half over the smooth skin. I tried out this new scented shaving soap; it’s to die for.”
“Oh really?” Another brother, Jeremy, asked, “What brand, I really need a new one, my current one is drying my legs out something firce. And I want them looking nice for my date on Saturday.”
“You have a date? With who?”
“Sandra, obviously.”
Carter just blinked.
“But…you already went on a date with Sandra. You never see the same girl more than once.”
Jeremy huffed and put his hands on his hips.
“Well, there comes a time when a person wants more than sex, Carter.” He flicked his hair over his shoulder, “I am almost in my mid-twenties, I need to think about settling down!”
Several of the brothers nodded in agreement, and Carter just blinked again and sat down, dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on, but at least he could eat in peace for once. As the day went on, the fact that something was wrong became all the clearer. Nobody was walking around topless anymore; in fact, everybody was dressed immaculately in tight-fitting jeans and shirts.
Tucker wasn't the only one with a swing to his step, and nobody batted an eyelid when Jeremy stepped out to go to class in high heels. Not one giggle, not a whisper of teasing; nothing. More than one person even complimented them, genuinely! Carter was sure this was some sort of joke at his expense, but then he started to notice the physical changes.
He wasn't the only one in need of a haircut; almost all of his brothers had started to grow their hair out at an alarming, impossible rate. By the time he was ready to go to bed, Chris’ hair reached halfway down his back, and another frat member was gladly braiding it when Carter headed to bed.
When he woke up the next morning, Carter could feel his hips had changed shape, growing wider while his middle cinched and his shoulders sloped. His walk had a natural sway to it now, just like his brothers’. The weirdest part was that none of them seemed to notice. When Jeremy started applying lipstick in the middle of movie night, nobody even batted an eye.
So really, Carter shouldn;t have been surprised when he woke up on the third day to find his cock missing and something much softer in its place. He sat up in a panic, only to feel a jiggle at his chest and a whole new thing to panic about. The scream that escaped him made his cheeks blush red with embarrassment, especially when half the frat house suddenly fell through his door.
“What is it?” Jeremy asked, brandishing a hair straightener.
Carter looked at his frat brothers, or rather, his sisters. All of them were wearing nighties, and more than one had enough cleavage to spill over the top. Carter’s hands found his new breasts and squeezed, half expecting them to disappear.
“I’ve got tits!” he cried and the crowd at the door all raised their eyebrows.
“Yeah…?”
“Of course you do.”
“B-but I’ve been turned into a woman!”
“Honey, did you try something new last night?” Jeremy asked, sitting down gently on the bed and placing a hand on Carter’s shoulder. “Like, a new party drug or something? You know the rules; anything like that should be taken with a sister around to watch.”
“S-sisters?”
Jeremy’s brow furrowed.
“Maybe we should take you to the campus hospital.”
“N, no, I’m fine!” Carter insisted slowly, “Just…a really weird dream.”
The women all looked to one another with concern and Jeremy squeezed her shoulder once more.
“Okay, but if there is anything you need to talk about, you can tell me, or any of us, okay?”
Her voice was so gentle that it made a lump appear in Carter’s throat. He could tell she was serious; there was genuine warmth and affection in her voice. Normally, if any of them got this real or emotional, another would yell “gay” or make fake kissing noises until they were all bumping chests and talking about football again. Here, the moment stayed, and Carter swallowed the lump down and nodded.
“Of course.”
“Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, we can all get ready together!” Chris squealed in delight.
“Get ready for what?”
“The bikini car wash, obviously! We’re gonna raise so much money for charity!”
Carter’s eyes fell on the red and silver bikini hanging over the end of his bedframe, and he felt his mouth go dry.
“Of course.”
The girls all filed out of his room and as soon as the door closed, Carter jumped up from his bed and ran for the full length mirror that now sat in the corner. The reflection staring back at him was not his own. Long blonde hair cascaded down the shoulders of a woman with bright blue eyes and full lips. Her skin was smooth, her figure curvaceous, and of course, there was now an ample chest. His fingers traced the curve of his jaw, the swell of his breasts, the dip of his waist. It was surreal, but… exhilarating.
Carter glanced at his closet, the door was open, revealing mini skirts, crop tops, and dresses in every color imaginable. His curiosity was piqued but he turned back to the red bikini on his bedframe. He slipped it on, marvelling at how it hugged his new body. The top accentuated his breasts, while the bottom left little to the imagination. He felt bold, daring, and strangely confident.
Carter took a deep breath, plastering a smile on his face, and descended the stairs. As he did, he was greeted by a group of women, all dressed in similar bikinis and armed with sponges and buckets.
“There she is!” Jeremy exclaimed. “You look amazing, Carter!”
“You too.” Carter nodded, still processing the situation.
It was hard to believe the busty red head was Jeremy, or that dark skinned beauty was Chris.He followed the group outside, where a line of cars waited to be washed. The sun was bright, the air warm, and the atmosphere buzzing with energy. Music blared from a portable speaker, and the girls were already at work, laughing and splashing each other with soapy water.
He grabbed a sponge and bucket, joining in out of inertia. As he approached the first car, he felt self-conscious in the skimpy bikini, but the other girls seemed so at ease that he forced himself to relax. He dipped the sponge into the soapy water and began washing the car’s hood, his movements tentative at first.
But as he worked, something shifted. The warm sun on his skin, the laughter of his sisters, the playful splashes of water—it all felt liberating. He found himself swaying to the music, his hips moving naturally in a way he’d never thought possible. His breasts crushed against the windscreen of the car, and the driver, a middle-aged man, smiled at him, and Carter flashed a grin in return.
“Work it, Carter!” Tucker shouted, tossing a sponge in his direction. He caught it with a laugh, tossing it back and splashing it right against Tucker’s chest.
As the day went on he found it easier and easier to play this new part as head sorority sister. He flirted with drivers, posed for photos, and even joined in a spontaneous dance-off with Jeremy. The bikini felt like a second skin, and he couldn’t deny the thrill of being the centre of attention. Or how great it felt to be surrounded by supportive, loving friends. No, not friends, sisters.
At one point, he caught sight of himself in a car’s side mirror. The woman staring back at him was radiant, her smile genuine, her body confident. It was a strange sight, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He was making the most of this bizarre situation, and it was… fun. More importantly, the dean even stopped by and gave them a thumbs up. His frat wasn't on thin ice anymore.
As the car wash came to an end, the girls gathered around, cheering and hugging each other. Carter felt a surge of camaraderie, a sense of belonging he hadn’t expected.
Carter stood on the porch, watching as the last of the cars drove away and the girls started packing up. He felt a mix of excitement and curiosity about what tomorrow would bring. As he turned to head inside, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. The woman staring back at him winked, and Carter couldn’t help but laugh. Whatever was happening, he was ready for it.
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Unsurpassed Travesty
I'm only sorry it took me as long as it did to get to this - life - because this is *really* good.
