Phi Chi Psi Sorority House

Ashley wasn't the only woman in the room. She had a roommate.

In an adult-sized toddler bed with the bars down was a woman with a pixie-cut, She was dressed in a full-body pink onsie that left her head and hands exposed. She was curled up with her girlfriend Mia; her blonde hair done in an angled bob with shaved sides, wearing a white and blue mini-t and an adult-sized diaper which was tinged yellow from a thorough wetting. She was silently snoring with her mouth open, clutched in her hand a bottle with formula that was no doubt spiked with something. You can't have a proper chapter house without at least one party-hardy girl.

Compared to most sorority and fraternity organizations, Phi Chi Psi wasn't a very big institution. It wasn't national, or even state-wide. It had only one house and its funding came from a mix of scholarships, grants and donations from members and their families. Phi Chi Psi, and its distaff counterpart Zeta Chi Eta, were organizations meant to help members of the community through college. Room, board, toiletries, keeping the lights on, etc.

It was an unspoken rule that being an adult baby or a diaper lover were the only real requirements for membership and their hazing rituals were just to prove it. Using your diaper in front of everyone, walking around in public in a full diaper, getting breastfed and so on. Compared to hazing rituals anywhere else in the country, it was pretty tame. While Ashley herself wasn't a baby and she wasn't exactly comfortable with all of it, but she toughed it out and by the end she had found her sisters.