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March 20th, 2019
The first day of Pledging
I arrived at the Phi Mu house ten minutes ahead of time, congratulating myself on the initiative until the Rho Gamma opened the door and informed me that they were so happy I had “finally” come. I was confused for about ten seconds, and then i saw about fifty girls waiting for me in the foyer, almost all of them blonde and wearing nicer dresses than I was. Maybe it was my imagination but they also all seemed prettier and skinnier than i was, and as I sat there in my cheap H&M dress, ten pounds heavier than I had been at the start of freshman year, i began to feel a sense of genuine foreboding.
“Ok girlies, let’s get started!” A voice called from the top of the stairs. As one, we all looked up, and saw for the first time Maddy Rhodes, the recruitment chair and - for the next two months - our commanding officer.
Maddy was very much like the rest of the girls down below (she had blue eyes, blonde hair, and a perfect body), and in addition to that she had a certain charisma. Without even knowing her, I realized that I craved her approval.
That might not seem all that out of the ordinary; I was rushing a sorority, and so of course I wanted the recruitment chair to like me. But in actuality, until I saw her in person, I couldn’t have cared less what she would have thought of me. I was only rushing Phi Mu because my mom (and my grandma) had both been in it, and honestly I had been working on a half-baked plan to sabotage my chances of getting in just to avoid having to join in the end. I was a WGS major, after all; I didn’t hate sororities per se, but I was not the kind of girl who was going to care all that much what these future trophy wives thought of me.
But then, of course, Maddy came into the picture, with her DDs and her skinny waist and her air of absolute confidence.
“So as you guys know, the Gamma Phi Beta chapter here in Alabama is the most exclusive sorority in the school, so why don’t you guys just give yourselves a round of applause for even being here!” Maddy smiled, and I wasn’t sure if it was just me but it felt like she might be making fun of us.
“I also want to let you know that the stories you’ve heard are not entirely true. We love all of the girls who come to pledge Gamma, no matter how fat or ugly they happen to be.” She smiled again, and this time I was sure that there was something being left unsaid. I looked around, realized that I might be the heaviest girl in the building, and thanked my lucky stars that I had a nice tight pair of spanx keeping my belly smooth and flat.
“I will say, though,” she went on, “that Gamma does have an image we need to keep up. I am sure you all know what I’m talking about. So, before we even begin considering y’all, we are going to have to give everyone a quick check over.”
What she meant by that became very clear, as she walked over to a girl on my right side, and ordered her to strip.
“What?” Said the girl, bewildered.
“I meant what I said,” Maddy purred. “I want you naked in ten seconds.”
The girl paused for a moment, but when Maddy started counting, she reluctantly took off her dress, revealing her toned, tanned skin and a fancy bra and panties set.
“Underwear,” Maddy drawled, snapping her bra strap.
The girl, now quivering with fear, tears sliding down her cheeks and leaving pale track marks in her tan foundation, slowly took off her bra, covering her boobs with her hands.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Maddy said, grabbing her arms and forcing them to her sides. “Oh god,” she said, giggling uncontrollably at the sight of the pledge’s boobs. Without the support of her bra, they hung low and flat, looking like half-empty sandbags.
“What the hell happened to your boobs?”
“They’ve always been like this!” She wailed in response, covering them again. “I don’t know why they’re so droopy. They just are!”
“You can still be a Gamma, don’t worry,” Maddy said consolingly, “but you are going to keep that bra of yours on at all times. Do not take it off for a guy. We are not going to be the saggy sorority. Understood?”
She nodded tearfully and Maddy, satisfied, came over to me. “Well, well, well. The legacy. Let’s see what a pure-bred Ganma looks like naked.”
Suddenly, those spanx did not reassure me nearly as much as they had earlier.
“Uh,” I said, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way I could keep my clothes on.
Maddy just smiled and, in one smooth motion, yanked my dress over my head, messing up my hair and exposing my control-top spanx shorts.
“Oh god, she’s even worse than the first one,” Maddy remarked. “Saggy boobs and spanx? Are our pledges like 45 years old?”
Now I was crying, and Maddy was peeling off my spanx, letting my beer belly flop out. “Well,” she said, “normally I would tell you you’re done. But you are a legacy, so I’m giving you until the end of pledging to get rid of this.” She pinched my fat. “In the meantime, no hooking up. No one is going to know you wear spanx, but you are going to wear them until you look presentable.”
She moved on, and I began rolling my girdle back up, more humiliated than I’d ever been in my life. Not only did everyone know I was fat, but they knew I had been trying to hide that fact.
It was going to be a long month.

Description
March 20th, 2019
The first day of Pledging
I arrived at the Phi Mu house ten minutes ahead of time, congratulating myself on the initiative until the Rho Gamma opened the door and informed me that they were so happy I had “finally” come. I was confused for about ten seconds, and then i saw about fifty girls waiting for me in the foyer, almost all of them blonde and wearing nicer dresses than I was. Maybe it was my imagination but they also all seemed prettier and skinnier than i was, and as I sat there in my cheap H&M dress, ten pounds heavier than I had been at the start of freshman year, i began to feel a sense of genuine foreboding.
“Ok girlies, let’s get started!” A voice called from the top of the stairs. As one, we all looked up, and saw for the first time Maddy Rhodes, the recruitment chair and - for the next two months - our commanding officer.
Maddy was very much like the rest of the girls down below (she had blue eyes, blonde hair, and a perfect body), and in addition to that she had a certain charisma. Without even knowing her, I realized that I craved her approval.
That might not seem all that out of the ordinary; I was rushing a sorority, and so of course I wanted the recruitment chair to like me. But in actuality, until I saw her in person, I couldn’t have cared less what she would have thought of me. I was only rushing Phi Mu because my mom (and my grandma) had both been in it, and honestly I had been working on a half-baked plan to sabotage my chances of getting in just to avoid having to join in the end. I was a WGS major, after all; I didn’t hate sororities per se, but I was not the kind of girl who was going to care all that much what these future trophy wives thought of me.
But then, of course, Maddy came into the picture, with her DDs and her skinny waist and her air of absolute confidence.
“So as you guys know, the Gamma Phi Beta chapter here in Alabama is the most exclusive sorority in the school, so why don’t you guys just give yourselves a round of applause for even being here!” Maddy smiled, and I wasn’t sure if it was just me but it felt like she might be making fun of us.
“I also want to let you know that the stories you’ve heard are not entirely true. We love all of the girls who come to pledge Gamma, no matter how fat or ugly they happen to be.” She smiled again, and this time I was sure that there was something being left unsaid. I looked around, realized that I might be the heaviest girl in the building, and thanked my lucky stars that I had a nice tight pair of spanx keeping my belly smooth and flat.
“I will say, though,” she went on, “that Gamma does have an image we need to keep up. I am sure you all know what I’m talking about. So, before we even begin considering y’all, we are going to have to give everyone a quick check over.”
What she meant by that became very clear, as she walked over to a girl on my right side, and ordered her to strip.
“What?” Said the girl, bewildered.
“I meant what I said,” Maddy purred. “I want you naked in ten seconds.”
The girl paused for a moment, but when Maddy started counting, she reluctantly took off her dress, revealing her toned, tanned skin and a fancy bra and panties set.
“Underwear,” Maddy drawled, snapping her bra strap.
The girl, now quivering with fear, tears sliding down her cheeks and leaving pale track marks in her tan foundation, slowly took off her bra, covering her boobs with her hands.
“Don’t be a pussy,” Maddy said, grabbing her arms and forcing them to her sides. “Oh god,” she said, giggling uncontrollably at the sight of the pledge’s boobs. Without the support of her bra, they hung low and flat, looking like half-empty sandbags.
“What the hell happened to your boobs?”
“They’ve always been like this!” She wailed in response, covering them again. “I don’t know why they’re so droopy. They just are!”
“You can still be a Gamma, don’t worry,” Maddy said consolingly, “but you are going to keep that bra of yours on at all times. Do not take it off for a guy. We are not going to be the saggy sorority. Understood?”
She nodded tearfully and Maddy, satisfied, came over to me. “Well, well, well. The legacy. Let’s see what a pure-bred Ganma looks like naked.”
Suddenly, those spanx did not reassure me nearly as much as they had earlier.
“Uh,” I said, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way I could keep my clothes on.
Maddy just smiled and, in one smooth motion, yanked my dress over my head, messing up my hair and exposing my control-top spanx shorts.
“Oh god, she’s even worse than the first one,” Maddy remarked. “Saggy boobs and spanx? Are our pledges like 45 years old?”
Now I was crying, and Maddy was peeling off my spanx, letting my beer belly flop out. “Well,” she said, “normally I would tell you you’re done. But you are a legacy, so I’m giving you until the end of pledging to get rid of this.” She pinched my fat. “In the meantime, no hooking up. No one is going to know you wear spanx, but you are going to wear them until you look presentable.”
She moved on, and I began rolling my girdle back up, more humiliated than I’d ever been in my life. Not only did everyone know I was fat, but they knew I had been trying to hide that fact.
It was going to be a long month.