Head into Eliza’s room and put on her sexiest bra and panties

You climb the grand staircase of the sorority house, following the signs to the east wing where Madison mentioned the welcome baskets needed checking. The hallway stretches before you, doors marked with decorative nameplates. You glance at the numbers until you find one with a whiteboard bearing "Eliza & Vanessa" in looping handwriting adorned with little hearts.

You slip the butterfly keychain from your pocket, the master key sliding into the lock with satisfying precision. The door swings open to reveal a room split nearly down the middle—one half meticulously organized, the other controlled chaos. From the perfectly aligned textbooks and color-coded sticky notes on the desk to your left, you guess that's Eliza's side.

"Now, where would you keep the good stuff?" you murmur in Eliza's voice, still strange to your ears.

You head to her dresser, pulling open the top drawer to find neatly folded t-shirts and tank tops. The second drawer reveals shorts and leggings. In the third, you strike gold—a collection of underwear arranged by color. Most are practical cotton pieces, but at the back of the drawer, partially hidden beneath a silk scarf, you discover Eliza's secret stash.

"Well, well, well," you whisper, lifting a black lace thong with tiny red bows at the hips. "Someone likes to feel sexy under all that studiousness."

You continue digging, finding a matching push-up bra with the same red bow detail between the cups. Another set catches your eye—a deep purple satin bra with intricate lace edging and the matching Brazilian-cut panties.

"Perfect," you decide, holding up the purple set against Eliza's body.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway makes you freeze. Quickly, you shut the drawer and strip off Eliza's sensible white cotton bra and practical underwear. The sensation of undressing her body sends another thrill through you—her skin prickling with goosebumps in the cool room.

You clasp the purple bra behind her back, adjusting her breasts in the cups. The satin feels luxurious against her skin, the underwire pushing her breasts higher than her everyday bra. You slip on the matching panties, the fabric smooth against her most intimate areas.

"Wow," you breathe, studying her reflection in the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door. Eliza's body looks transformed in the lingerie, her curves accentuated by the deep color against her pale skin.

A knock at the door makes you jump.

"Eliza? You in there?" It's Vanessa's voice. "Becca's looking for you. The pledges are arriving!"

"Just changing!" you call back, hurriedly pulling Eliza's jeans back on over the sexy underwear. You throw her sweater over your head, the fabric sliding over the satin bra.

"Can I come in? I need to grab my pajamas for tonight," Vanessa calls through the door.

"One second!" You quickly stuff Eliza's discarded cotton underwear into your—her—backpack, planning to drop them in your dorm later along with the other underwear you'll collect for your pledge task. You smooth her hair and open the door with what you hope is a convincing smile.

Vanessa sweeps in, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders. "There you are! Madison's about to have a coronary downstairs." She moves to her dresser, pulling open drawers. "Did you check the welcome baskets yet?"

"Just about to," you respond, watching as she extracts a pair of silky shorts and a matching camisole from her drawer.

"Cute bra," Vanessa comments with a knowing smile as your sweater shifts, revealing a hint of purple lace. "Special occasion?"

You feel heat rush to Eliza's cheeks. "Just... felt like it."

Vanessa winks. "I like this spontaneous side of you. Better hurry though—you know how Becca gets when the schedule slips."