...about the lack of girls at the party, leaning into the camaraderie that only a room full of boisterous guys could provide. But the night took a curious turn with the introduction of the mysterious pills by one of the Alpha Kappa seniors.

The choice seemed simple: take the pill and stay part of the brotherhood or leave and be an outsider. Wanting nothing more than to fit in, I took the pill without hesitation. Moments later, a strange sensation coursed through my body. My skin tingled, muscles softened, and bones seemed to rearrange themselves in an inexplicable dance.

I rushed to the nearest mirror, hardly recognizing the reflection staring back. The face was shockingly beautiful—long, silky blonde hair tied neatly in a ponytail, striking green eyes that glimmered under the dim light, and supple, full lips that parted in shock. My body was curvaceous and toned, with my waist narrowing into wide hips and breasts that seemed almost impossibly perky. The sensation was overwhelming; every touch was electric, my skin hypersensitive to the fabric of my clothing.

The panic set in when we were corralled together, the ten of us who had changed, now varied in appearance but uniform in our astonishment. The seniors, our supposed mentors, regarded us with a mix of amusement and authority. The order came to strip, and even though my mind was screaming in protest, the new instincts taking over my body submitted without question. My clothes slipped off too easily, leaving my newly discovered curves on display, vulnerability flooding through me like never before.

The feeling of being naked and exposed was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Everywhere hands touched, new and intense sensations fired off in my brain, drowning out rational thought. A guy from the frat handled me as though I were a delicate plaything, his fingers skillfully exploring this new body with expertise I never anticipated. Pleasure cascaded down every nerve ending, layering over my fear and anxiety like a warm, irresistible blanket.

Faces blurred past as my senses were overwhelmed. Each wave of ecstasy left me more pliant and defenseless, my cries of pleasure barely recognizable as mine. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, the feeling of submission embedding itself deeper with every passing moment.

After what felt like an eternity, my body was spent, every ounce of energy devoted to the pleasure that had torn through me like a storm. They collared me with disturbing ease, the click of the padlock sealing my fate with chilling finality. The collar was heavy, the leash taut as it led me to an empty spot by the wall where I was left, cuffed and bewildered.

As I lay there, panting and dazed, emotions tumbled over one another—fear, vulnerability, a strange thrill, and an aching submissiveness that seemed to pulse from within. I watched through half-closed eyes as they moved to the others. The night had taken from me more than just my masculinity; it stripped away the layers of familiarity, leaving me naked, bound, and at the mercy of desires I hadn’t even begun to understand. In those moments, I was adrift, a new identity brimming with both terrifying uncertainty and an unexpected allure that had yet to unravel.

(In this story, I was the unlucky one, every year, one pledge would become the permanent sex slave to the house. All ten of use had x-change pills, some lasting hours others days, but I picked the Super-Sub X-change, it was a random draw, and I was the unlucky one, my change was permanent, my body staying as it is now, my sensitivity cranked up, my naivety heightened, my gullibility far more prominent and my mind more submissive)

Kinks: Stockholm Syndrome, gaslighting, manipulation, positive and negative reinforcement, unaware, training, submissive, bondage, slavery, dubcon, tricked. More kinks and my limits on my page