A change of clothes

**Chapter 2: Into the Lion’s Den**

You stand there, coffee dripping from your hair, soaking into your shirt, and running down your face in thick streams. The stinging from Ashley's slap still lingers on your cheek, but the burning humiliation is far worse. Ashley’s smirk doesn’t falter as she folds her arms across her chest, the expensive fabric of her dress now ruined by your clumsiness.

"Well," Ashley drawls, still looking you over like you’re a piece of trash beneath her feet, “you can’t just stand out here all day looking like that, can you?”

Brooke and Claire exchange glances, grinning like cats about to play with a mouse. Brooke flicks her hair over her shoulder, leaning on one leg, her thick-soled sneakers making her almost intimidatingly tall. Claire simply adjusts her stance, the heels of her boots clicking lightly against the concrete as she rests her hands on her hips.

Ashley steps closer again, her platform sandals bringing her a full head taller than you now. “You know what?” she says, as if an idea has just crossed her mind, her voice sugar-sweet. “Why don’t you come inside? We’ll let you clean up.”

You hesitate. The last thing you want is to be alone with them in their den, but right now, standing out here, dripping coffee in front of the entire campus, seems even worse. “Uh… sure. Thanks.”

"Come on then," Ashley says, already turning on her heel and heading toward the door. Brooke and Claire fall in step beside her, giving you mocking glances over their shoulders as they lead you into the house.

As soon as you step through the door, it hits you just how out of place you are. The Chi Delta Beta sorority house is massive, polished, and elegant in a way you could never afford to experience. The floors are marble, cool beneath your damp sneakers, and the air smells of expensive perfume. Your heart races as you follow them through the entryway, noticing the framed photos of previous sorority sisters on the walls, all tall, glamorous, and smiling as if they rule the world.

Ashley glances back at you, her eyes glinting with something almost playful—but there’s cruelty behind it. “The bathroom’s down the hall,” she says. “You should take a shower. You look like a mess.”

You nod, eager to wash the sticky coffee off your skin, and follow her directions. The bathroom is enormous, far more luxurious than any dorm you’ve ever seen. You quickly strip out of your soaked clothes and step into the shower, letting the hot water rush over you. It feels like a brief relief, washing away the physical remnants of your humiliation. But even as the water pounds against your skin, you can’t shake the sinking feeling that this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

After what feels like only a few minutes, you step out, grabbing a towel to dry off. That’s when you realize—your clothes are gone. The pile you left on the bathroom floor has completely disappeared.

Panicked, you wrap the towel around your waist and crack open the door. “Uh… guys?” you call out, your voice shaky.

Ashley’s voice rings out from somewhere down the hall. “Oh, your clothes? Yeah, we threw those out. They were disgusting. You’re welcome, by the way.”

You step out, clutching the towel tighter. “You *what*? What am I supposed to wear?”

Laughter echoes from the living room. Brooke appears first, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her white sneakers squeaking lightly against the floor as she shifts her weight. “Don’t worry, we’ve got *something* for you,” she says, barely able to contain her grin.

Claire walks up next, carrying a bundle of clothes in her arms. But as she gets closer, your stomach drops. It’s not a set of normal clothes. It’s… their outfits. A tight, pink crop top, a miniskirt, and even a pair of shiny platform heels, like the kind Ashley was wearing earlier.

You take a step back. “No way.”

Ashley emerges from the other room, shaking her head with mock sympathy. She’s barefoot now, her sandals discarded by the door, her perfectly pedicured toes tapping against the cool floor. “Oh, but it’s the only thing we have that’ll fit you,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unless you’d prefer to walk out of here naked.”

Brooke steps closer, towering over you with her sneakers, crossing her long legs as she leans in. “Come on, little guy. Don’t be shy.” Her eyes flicker down to the towel you’re clutching, and she smirks.

You can’t help but notice the way her foot taps against the floor. There’s something about the sight of her tall frame in those chunky sneakers, the way she looks down at you like you’re nothing. And then there’s Ashley, barefoot now but still exuding power, her toes flexing lazily against the marble as if to remind you just how little you are in her world.

They all step back, watching, waiting for you to make a move. Claire throws the bundle of clothes at you, and you catch it awkwardly. Her high-heeled boots click sharply on the floor as she steps back, giving you just enough space to comprehend what’s happening. “Put them on,” she says, her voice stern, a note of cruel enjoyment in her eyes. “Unless you want us to help you?”

Your heart pounds in your chest. They’re all watching, their eyes flicking down to the clothes, then back to you. The room feels stifling, even though it’s huge and open. You feel trapped, caught between the towel and the ridiculous outfit in your hands. Every second that passes makes you feel smaller, more **** under their gaze.

Ashley’s toes tap against the marble again, and you glance down despite yourself. There’s something about the way her feet seem so casual, so unconcerned, while you’re here suffering under their control. It only adds to the humiliation.

“Well?” she prompts, raising an eyebrow. “What’s it going to be, Tom?”

You feel your face flush with heat. This was their plan all along. They want you to feel powerless, humiliated, and completely at their mercy. And it’s working.