"Tom, what the hell are you doing here?"
That was the question running through his head as he stood in the middle of a damn sorority house.
He didn’t even remember walking inside, but here he was, standing in a parlor decorated with pastel throw pillows and an absolutely obscene amount of twinkle lights.
He had returned to campus for nostalgia’s sake—to relive the glory days, he told himself. But let’s be real—there were no glory days. His fraternity, Alpha Sigma Rho, was an embarrassment. A legendary embarrassment, but an embarrassment nonetheless.
The frat had been known for two things:
The worst pledge pranks imaginable.
Constantly pissing off the sororities.
Tom had been part of that grand tradition. Sure, he might have signed off on a prank that involved a live goat once. And yes, technically, he may have been involved in stealing the rival sorority’s mascot and replacing it with a beehive in a cheerleader uniform.
But that was years ago.
That’s what he told himself right up until the moment he stepped inside Chi Mu Nu—and the air rippled around him.
Uh-oh.
Tom’s body locked up like he had just stepped into an electric fence.
His whole frame shuddered as something warm and tingly crept over him.
"Ohhh, no," he muttered, eyes darting around. He had seen enough bad movies to recognize when someone had just walked into a hex zone.
His feet shifted. His shoes pinched tighter. His legs trembled as his pants tightened and then... just sort of dissolved into smooth, golden-brown skin.
His shirt cinched inward, his torso narrowing as his waist curved in an almost cartoonish hourglass shape.
"Oh, come on, man," he gasped, voice already lighter.
Something bubbled in his chest—and then his chest bubbled.
His muscles melted away, replaced by something softer, bouncier, and jiggly enough to make his brain short-circuit.
His hips cracked outward—and holy hell, was that a butt?
He staggered forward, but his center of gravity was completely off.
And then—bam! He landed face-first into a pink bean bag chair, legs kicking in the air like a clueless cheerleader in a rom-com.
He lifted his tiny, delicate hands to his face.
Nails? He had nails now?!
A cascade of soft brown curls tumbled into his vision.
Tom blinked.
Then, very eloquently, he screamed:
"WHAT THE FU—"
Before he could even begin to process what just happened, the door swung open.
A group of giggling girls in Chi Mu Nu sweatshirts walked in.
"Oh my god, Selena!" one of them squealed.
Tom—wait, Selena?!—whipped around just in time to see a girl tackle-hug her like an overenthusiastic golden retriever.
"We’ve been looking for you everywhere!"
"Yeah, study group started like, twenty minutes ago," another one said, twirling a pen between her fingers. "You spaced out again, didn’t you?"
Tom—no, Selena—felt his brain melting into mush.
These girls knew her.
She had study groups.
She had inside jokes.
She had... a life here.
And worst of all—her brain was starting to accept it.
"No, nope, nopenopenope," she said, scrambling up on her new tiny legs. "I don’t belong here. I’m Tom. I was in Alpha Sigma Rho! I was a frat bro!"
One of the girls snorted so hard she nearly dropped her iced coffee.
"Alpha Sigma Rho? Oh honey, that does not exist anymore."
Selena’s stomach dropped.
"What do you mean it doesn’t exist?!"
The tallest girl—who looked like she could deadlift a car—smirked.
"I mean, sweetie," she said, "your frat pissed off the wrong sorority. So now? Poof. No more Alpha Sigma Rho. Only Chi Mu Nu."
Selena’s jaw dropped.
"You turned my entire fraternity into a sorority?!"
"Bingo!" one of them chirped.
Another girl flopped onto the couch. "It’s only fair, you know. After all, you guys used to haze us for fun. So now? We get to haze you back. But like, in a nice way. With makeovers."
Selena sputtered, heart pounding in her tiny, hourglass-shaped chest.
"You—you can’t just—"
"Ohhh, we can," another girl said, smiling way too sweetly. "And we did. And now? You’re one of us."
Selena’s legs wobbled, her tiny hands trembling.
"This is a punishment?" she whispered.
The girls all grinned like Cheshire cats.
"Oh honey," the golden retriever girl said, "you have no idea."
Fast forward three hours.
Selena was sitting cross-legged on a fluffy pink rug, wearing a sorority sweatshirt that was just slightly too big, her hair perfectly curled, and her nails freshly painted in pastel shades of pink and blue.
A cup of caramel iced coffee sat in her lap, because apparently, she liked that now.
She wasn’t even fighting it anymore.
What was the point?
Her fraternity was gone.
Her past was erased.
She had study groups, a major in STEM, and a suspicious talent for painting cute little hearts on her notebook.
She was Selena now.
And Selena had a sorority to run.
One of the girls nudged her shoulder. "So, are we still fighting it, or are you finally accepting your sorority sentence?"
Selena sighed.
Then, she grabbed her iced coffee, took a long sip, and flipped her hair over her shoulder like she’d been doing it forever.
"Fine," she muttered. "But I’m not calling you ‘Big Sis.’"
The girls shrieked in laughter, pulling her into a group hug.
And deep down, under all the frustration and confusion, Selena felt something she hadn’t felt in years.
She felt happy.