College Girl
By poetheather

Chapter 8

I felt good. This whole thing might not be so bad when all was said and done. She liked me. Meredith liked me and was interested in going out with me. I was floating on the air. Add to that the fact that my body never felt so good and it was easy to see why I was feeling that way.

Meredith looked over at me as we followed our guides, noticing my goofy grin. “What is it?”

“Nothing. I just feel great. Thank you for this Merry.” I hugged her tight.

She hugged back and laughed, “Now I feel like a hobbit.”

I joined in with her. It felt good to simply relax. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I didn’t loose myself in the process. With Merry as my girlfriend I might be able to do this, so long as puberty held off. And knowing family history I shouldn’t get my hopes up anytime soon.

We were led into a room with a number of barber’s chairs. We sat down next to each other and then two women came up to us. Like everyone here they were smiling. “Ready for your facials?”

We both nodded yes and the ladies went to work. They applied this mud masque thing to our faces. It began to warm which was surprising. The feeling was nice but different. I had never felt anything quite like this in my entire life. Guys never really had things like facials and I had never heard of a spa day. But maybe this was just something that was missing. I enjoyed it. Wouldn’t other guys enjoy it as well? I just lay back and drifted away with these feelings of relaxation.

* * * * * *

I felt much more relaxed as we headed back towards the house. I had never felt so pampered and taken care of in my life. I felt like my body glowed. I even felt like the tightness of my back had relaxed. That massage certainly had helped. I didn’t feel as freaked out as I had the day before, which really was a wonderful feeling.

I could do this. I really could do this for four years and walk on. Merry and I were a couple now and she would help me make it through this. I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling going over my various worries. None of them were messing with my inner calm at the moment, so that was fine. Dinner would be in a while but for now I was just enjoying life. Hell, I even was enjoying what I was wearing, despite the uncomfortable nature of being tucked and I was even getting used to that.

As I looked over my life I found that I had no real complaints about my life to this point. And that was a little weird. I figured that I might be a little sad about the way things had turned out, but I wasn’t. Except for the tables being excellently turned on me by the women of this sorority my life had gone as I had planned. I still had some trouble believing that I was actually going to go through with this sorority thing, but I still had some time to go before school started. If I couldn’t cope, I could just start my life again. I could start classes in the Spring. I was still Richard, but I think I was also becoming Caitlin. That was no longer scaring me any more.

I had been writing all of these observations in my journal when there was a knock at my door. I looked up and Merry was smiling at me. “Hey, ready for dinner?”

“Sure. Just a second.” I put my journal away and made sure I looked alright. My face was still glowing from the facial. I felt wonderful. I stretched, letting my muscles move happily.

Merry looked awesome as well. “Come on slowpoke. I don’t want to get the last of the food.”

“What?” I was confused again.

“It’s House Dinner night. Come on. I think we are having Thai tonight. The Pad Thai goes really fast.”

I followed her through the house quickly and we were near the middle of the group of arriving girls. It was indeed Thai night and the food was excellent. Besides the Pad Thai there was some sort of Shrimp and Pineapple Curry and Chicken Satay. I happily ate my fill as many of the other girls were as well.

There seemed to be more girls here then I had seen earlier. It seemed as if more Sisters appeared to get here in time for Rush week, at least that was what I figured was going on. There was an excited buzz in the air about the upcoming Rush class. I managed to hear my name mentioned a few times in some of the other conversations around me. I wondered if that was good or bad. I hoped it would be good.

Merry took off to talk with some other people and I was left to fend for myself. I wasn’t too worried. I knew I looked and sounded like a girl thanks to their help so now would just be a chance to get to know some of the others. They were all usually busy so maybe tonight I would get a chance to talk to a few more of them. I looked around wondering what group I should go and join.

A few of the girls came over and sat with me. That was nice. They started off talking and tried to draw me into the conversation. They were talking about their classes and what they were looking forward to this semester. I mentioned that I had already had an amazing semester and school hadn’t even started. We all laughed at that.

I got a good idea about a lot of their feelings and opinions on men, sex, their periods and several other topics which I had rarely been privy to. I did think it was interesting though having discussions that revolved around how cute Brad Pitt’s ass was took some getting used to. I could understand why he was “Cute” but I just didn’t get it. Hopefully, I never would.

Merry came back and she and Gwen joined in on the conversation. I was learning a lot. I had never really gotten to hear girls talk amongst themselves. I realized that there actually had been a lot of editing going on when I sat in on conversations before. That was another realization. Why was that I wondered? I know most guys didn’t care about much more then themselves, but not all guys? Some guys would have had no trouble listening to this conversation and being supportive. So why the differences?

Maybe it had something to do with types of intimacy? It was easier talking about intimate things with people like you rather than those unlike you. That seemed to make sense. Maybe it was right. I paused, thinking it through some more. If that was so, then what did it mean that I felt more comfortable talking with girls? Oh God.

The conversation turned to something else then and aimed pretty squarely at me. It really took me by surprise and threw me out of my current train of thoughts.

“So Caitlin, you do know that you are going to have to go on some dates, right?” asked Rachel, a sophomore.

“Uhm, yeah. Meredith told me about that.” I knew that. What was so bad about dates that they wanted to make sure I was aware of it?

“Because an active social life is a part of life for a sorority girl. We have formals, semi-formals and parties of all kinds. So it kind of helps to have a guy with you, if for no other reason than to keep off the other guys.” remarked Allison.

“I have to actually date guys?” The question squeaked out. I could feel my back and neck tighten up. I hadn’t thought about that part of things. This was not a good plan. I wasn’t gay and had no interest in guys.

“Well, you could date girls, but we try to keep things like that quiet and in house. We don’t want to get the rep of being the Lez house. The Kappa Delts have earned that distinction and they get a lot of grief for it. And besides Caitlin, its not like you have to get romantically involved with them. It’s not that bad. Dates can be fun.” said Alison smiling.

Meredith nodded in agreement then added, “Caitlin, remember you are no longer a guy but a woman. Women are expected to date men, especially in a Sorority setting. Don’t you think that being taken out on a date where the other person spends money on you and tries to make you feel good so you’ll smile would be fun?”

I nodded. It didn’t sound all that bad when she said it. That’s what worried me. “But what about kissing and sex. I should know that guys want sex. I’m not sure if I can deal with any of that.”

The girls at the table laughed at what I said. Gwen smiled and said, “It’s all in the manipulating of a guy and making sure that you don’t come on too strong. There really is a way of dealing with things and managing the cues you send out. We can definitely help you with that. It’s not like we plan on throwing you to the wolves unarmed.”

Allison smiled as well, I was so glad I could bring amusement to my friends. “Besides we can tell people that you have never really dated before because your parents would not let you do that while in High School. That would explain your nervousness and skittishness. People can try and go on double dates with you to keep you out of trouble until you learn the ropes. See, we all look out for each other.”

Meredith jumped in, “And if it comes time for something more, you’ll know it and can cope with it from there. Besides, a kiss can go from a peck to a full passionate lip lock. Just don’t get naked, well, maybe down to your bra but we set your limits and you keep them. Personally, I really enjoy kissing and getting felt up by someone gentle. It’s nice.”

I hoped I hadn’t blushed when she said that. I really didn’t want to give things away, what with us being a couple and everything. Maybe later, after I had been comfortably in the Sorority for a while. That way the other girls wouldn’t kill me. I hoped.

“Absolutely,” added Gwen, helpfully. “And there is really nothing quite as nice as giving a blowjob. I love it when they spurt.”

A couple of the girls made ick noises and laughed. I may have turned green. I don’t know, but just the image of a guy spurting in my mouth made me gag a little. “Gwen! We’re trying to help Caitlin get ready for possible kissing not deep throating!”

The laughter got louder and I turned bright red. I was getting nervous about this whole crazy thing again but I was a bit better than before. I knew I didn’t look like a guy. My hair was different and I didn’t look anything like I had before. I realized that no one could see Richard any more, even me. So I guess I could understand their point. Guys probably would be interested and I would need to deal with them from a girl’s stand point. That certainly didn’t make me happy but I could manage. I hoped.

Nadia came in and joined us. “Hey there. Caitlin, I have your new class schedule. It is pretty much the same, except we have you in classes with someone from the Sorority all day. That way there will be someone there to help you take care of things. We don’t want to throw you into the deep end too early.”

I took the sheet of paper she offered and looked over it quickly. The only thing that had changed on my schedule was the times I was taking things. I could live with that. I had half expected to be taking nothing but ballet and women’s studies classes. Again these girls were surprising me. No wonder they had been able to trap me in my own words. “Thanks.”

“No problem. And next week we have Rush events. So be ready for those.” said Nadia as she took a seat.

“Like what?” I had no idea what to expect. I had done some research when I had started this thing, but apparently there had been massive holes in the information that really was available. Man this had been a stupid idea. I should have gone after a Fraternity.

“Cookouts, a semi-formal at the end of the week. Basically it is a chance for the girls of the house to meet and get an idea of the other girls trying to join the house. As someone who has already been accepted by a House you will be going just to get to know the other Houses. It has already been agreed on by the Pan-Hellenic council. So you just get to go and have fun, meeting new people as Caitlin.”

“Oh…” What else could I say? They had basically managed to direct my life so there was really nothing I could say or argue about.

“And here are your new IDs. We have your school ID and a driver’s license for you. Everything else we figured you could handle.” She slid an envelope over to me.

I opened it and looked at my new face looking back at me. There they were, my new name and look staring up at me from these pieces of identification. Things were definitely different now. It was like my new identity had taken on some more weight and substance. This wasn’t just a game anymore. The girls had taken it to a new level.

I swallowed nervously. I could do this. I knew I could. But this was getting more and more involved. Meredith left to go arrange for us to go out tomorrow night with some guys she knew, in order to get me used to the idea in a safe environment. I was going to go out on a date with a guy. A guy! When I stuck my foot in it I didn’t do it by halves.