Sorority Boys #1

Instructor: Boys! What are you doing in the girls' dormitory? Did you think I wouldn't notice?

Boy1: ...

Instructor: Oh, I'm sorry, ladies! I thought you were one of the boys who sneaked in earlier.

Boy3: It's alright, sir. Just remember to knock on the door next time. It's a little embarrassing to be caught like this. *giggles*

Instructor: Hold on a second! All the girls have already left the school. Who exactly are you, young lady?

Boy3: We're the sassy "girls" who snuck in earlier. *giggles*

Instructor: Oh my goodness! What are you guys doing here?
Boy2: As you can see, we're just dressing up. It's quite embarrassing for us as boys to be seen wearing bras and panties. Could you please give us some privacy?

Instructor: I'm asking why you're here! This is the girls' dormitory! And are you stealing those girls' underwear and uniforms?.

Boy2: No, not at all! We have permission to be here and wear whatever we want, as long as it aligns with the sorority's dress code - feminine. Actually, the three of us are members of the sorority.

Instructor: That's a bullshit! The sorority is for female students, not male students like you!

Boy1: Actually, that is the fact! On the first day, we were teased by the male students because we didn't fit their idea of masculinity. The girls stood up for us and invited us to join their sorority instead. But in return, we have to dress like them and work on to make our body and appearance become feminine.

Instructor: ...
Boy2: Look at us now, sir. We've worked hard to get into shape. We've been on a strict diet to achieve this figure. It hasn't been easy, you know?

Boy1: You couldn't even recognize us earlier based on our looks, could you?

Instructor: ...

Boy2: Don't you think bras and panties suit us better than boys' boxers now?
Instructor: You perverts! Put on your clothes and meet me in classroom A-1 later! I want to get to the bottom of this. I'll verify your claims with the girls. If I catch you lying, you're out of this school.

Boy2: Alright, we'll be there. But please stop staring at us like that! Even though we're boys, it's still uncomfortable to have a man staring at us, especially when we're only in our girl's underwear.

Boy3: You do realize we're boys, don't you? So why are you continuing to stare at us when we're just wearing bras and panties?

Instructor: No! Absolutely not! Oh my goodness! I got it all wrong!! I meant for you to change back into your boys' clothes, not these girls' uniforms with panties, bras, and skirts!! 
Boy2: Boy2: Relax, sir. This is the quicker option. I'm sure you wouldn't want us to waste more time changing clothes and removing our makeup, would you?

Boy2: (Gurls, let's suck him til he dry. It's time to put our sorority training to the test. We've been taught techniques to handle macho men like him.)

Boy3: (Absolutely. Taking him down should be a breeze. The sisters all agree that our techniques are the best, considering we know how is the feeling. *giggles*)

Boy1: (Remember the last time we used our skills on the senior? It was a piece of cake. They were so aroused just by seeing us in lingerie, completely unaware that we were the boys they used to bully. And we finished the job in under a minute. *giggles*)

Instructor: Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! What are you guys whispering about!? No small talk!
Boy3: We're ready at your service, sir. *giggles*

Instructor: Oh my goodness! You're boys, but why don't you look like one? Your look totally feminine like girls, even like a slut!!

Boy2: That's because we're members of the sorority, sir. Did you forgot? So, shall we proceed now?

Instructor: You guys go ahead and wait for me in Classroom A-1!
20 minutes later, when the instructor arrived.

Boy2: Surprise, surprise! *giggles*

Instructor: "What are you guys doing?! Why are you only wearing bras and panties? Where are your uniforms? Get down from that desk!"

Boy3: We don't do anything, sir. Do we?

Boy1: I'm feeling so hot! I need your dick! Help me, sir! Help me!

Instructor: That's enough, guys! Enough! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? Wearing that... lingerie! Wearing bras and panties! You are boys! Boys don't wear lingerie!

Boy3: But we're not really boys, sir! We're girls, or should I say "gurls," and gurls wear lingerie. So, there's no need for us to feel ashamed. In fact, we wear lingerie every day! Every single day! You just didn't notice it. *giggles*

Boy1: It was only when you kept staring at me earlier that I felt a bit ashamed, but it also made me feel sexy. Perhaps you want to taste me? *giggles*

 Instructor: ... (gulp)

Boy2: I can feel he wants you. *giggles*

Boy3: I'm so jealous. I can feel that he wants you, but not the rest of us

Boy1: I can see your arousal, sir. I can help you with that. It is not my first time anyway. *giggles*

Boy3: Do you like his lingerie? (playfully removes a strap from his shoulder)

Boy1: How do you like my bra and panties, sir?

Boy2: Take a look at his panties, sir. It's just as flat as any other girl's. So, there's no need to worry that we'll see you as gay or a pervert. Just treat him like any other girl. *giggles*

Instructor: That's it! Take them off right now!
Boy3: Oh my, he's asking us to remove our bra and panties. That's definitely crossing into sexual harassment territory, sir.

Boy1: Are you certain you want us to remove all of this? It won't make much difference, you know, it might make things even more... interesting. Our agreement with the sorority is to maintain a feminine appearance, I'm not sure if you could handle it so if we remove all of these. *giggles*

Boy2: Let's just do it and finish him already. *giggles*
Boy2: Here you go, sir. But are you aware that you are asking "female" students to take off their bra and panties? Is that appropriate?

Instructor: You are not "female" students... why do you guys have tits!? And where is your bloody dick!?

Boy2: Ouw, this is so sad. He loves our dick more than our tits. *giggles*

Boy3: These are "falsies," sir. They are breast forms. They may look real, but they are actually fake.

Boy1: It's part of the sorority's requirements, sir. As you mentioned, only girls are allowed to join. So we have to embrace our inner "gurl." Gurls are not allowed to have dick, we only be allowed to have tits and clitty. *giggles*

Boy3: (I don't think he can last much longer. Based on the size of his arousal, his brain is already confused and unable to tell that we, the girls in front of him, are actually boys.)

Boy2: (Let's finish him off!!)

Boy1: We're coming to "serve" you now, sir. *giggles*

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