Omega Zeta Kappa 6: δ

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Flynn adjusted his headphones, turned up the volume on his computer again, and sighed.

There had been a slow kind of chaos in the fraternity dorms ever since the announcement that morning. Yelling, talking, arguing, and other sorts of noise. He could hear it through his noise-cancelling headphones, over his music..a strange mixture of confusion, anger, joy..various other emotions, too. When he went out to the OZK kitchen to get lunch, there were already a sizable quantity of girls walking around, some in..questionable states of dress, who'd definitely been guys that morning.

He really didn't have time for this. Not this weekend, with a big programming project coming due on Monday. He'd gotten up early this morning, had a nice breakfast, and been good and focused right up until Rich sent out that group text. Now his phone was blowing up every other minute, his roommate Hollis occasionally giving unwanted reports on which of their neighbors had taken the potion or 'turned into chicks' now...he'd never really seemed to catch on that when the headphones went on, Flynn wanted quiet and focus.

He went for lunch a bit late, hoping to find the place a bit less crowded—and indeed it was. He had to admit, the sight of so many suddenly-girls walking around was a bit surreal. The whole thing was pretty surreal overall. But—he knew from an older sibling who'd gone to the college that 'surreal' was what to expect from Omega Zeta Kappa, and yet he'd joined them anyway. The main reasons for him were that the living area was nicer than the regular dorms, and it was...usually...much quieter, too.

"Maan, whatamIgonnado..." Hollis intoned for maybe the two hundredth time. Flynn sighed again, a bit more exaggeratedly, and took off his headphones, turning his chair again.
"Can you please freak out somewhere else?" he said finally. "Or, like, later? I need to send my part out by five, and I'm under halfway through."

"How can you be so calm about this? They're kicking us out, man!"
"They're not. They're just asking us to take some potion," Flynn said, gesturing dismissively.
"It turns dudes. Into. Chicks!" Hollis waved expressively with each word.

The two of them had been roomed together more or less randomly—or at least arbitrarily—back in the second semester of freshman year. On the nerd-jock scale, Hollis was decidedly tilted toward the latter side, being on the track team and working out pretty regularly. Flynn, of course, was fairly far on the opposite end. But the two of them generally got along; they actually had several interests in common. It was just that sometimes Hollis got overexcited about some stupid thing or other, and it always got on Flynn's nerves. He could usually keep a lid on it, but today...he just did not have time for it.

"Hey, you knew this was the crazy frat when you joined it," Flynn said. "We pretty much agreed as much after that fox-guy told us we had to don hockey masks and brandish cardboard machetes at people."

"This is soo far beyond crazy. Maan, I can't go back to the grody dorms!"
"Then be a girl," Flynn shrugged annoyedly—he was so done with this. "Or join another frat. I'm sure they've got room. What's the big deal, anyway?"

"Wha—it's huge! Being a guy is great! I mean, I don't see you takin' that weird glowy drink!" Hollis waved his arms out at his roommate.

"Well, I did," Flynn finally revealed, and in so doing managed to stun his roommate into a blissful few seconds of total silence.

"Wh...when!?"
"When I went to lunch."

Two of the biggest weirdos in the sophomore class had evidently already transformed themselves that morning, and were now hanging out near the kitchen with something resembling a water cooler full of multicolored magical medicine and some bottles, apparently having been authorized by the council to dispense the stuff. They offered it to Flynn, he thought about it for around five seconds, then shrugged and took them up on it.

He drank it once he sat down at the table, and then quickly washed down the weird, bitter but ultra-fruity flavor with some water. The fact was that being male or female just didn't mean much to him. It'd be different if there was someone he was dating, or even very attracted to, but he simply hadn't found anyone he was interested in so far. Anyway, it seemed like all the girls came out looking pretty cute, so—maybe he'd have more of a shot of someone being interested in him, as a her. Even if not—again, he didn't actually care enough to worry over it.

"It took like ten seconds," Flynn said.
"So—so, wait! You could just like—poof, and you're a chick now—too?!"

"I don't think it's 'poof' exactly, but yeah," he shrugged. "They said it could take 'till tomorrow, though."

"How could you—why—AAAAAUGH, I can't take this!" Hollis threw up his arms. "I've gotta get outta this crazy place!" He then animatedly went for his phone and earbuds and bottle of water. "I'm goin' for a run!"

"See you," Flynn said, thinking: Try not to run too fast. Maybe he could get some relative peace and quiet after all.

It was a bit easier to tune the chaos out with the door shut, his phone on "do not disturb", and his roommate gone. Slowly, steadily, Flynn got back into that state of flow he'd achieved before all the chaotic mess began. Once he had it, he got to work: fingers flying across the keyboard to type all the code and comments, running test after test and getting one piece after another of the code to work properly. In the end, it only took him a couple of hours to complete the task he'd been failing to make progress on all day.

With the last few tests done, Flynn sent his part of the work off to the project lead and leaned back in his chair, stretching his tired fingers and breathing—for once—a sigh of relief. It felt like a big weight lifted from his shoulders, to perhaps be reapplied when it was time to actually help present their project on Monday. But—for now, at least, the rest of his weekend was wide open.

When he sat up again, Flynn thought something was a little..off? He looked left and right, unable to immediately place it, then back at his computer screen. There was something off there, he thought for a second, taking off his headphones and setting them down on the desk. But—it wasn't what was on the screen that seemed different, no..it was...where the screen was. It finally dawned on him that it seemed a bit higher than usual, and the first reason he came up with for this was that his chair's hydraulics were finally giving out. Standing partway up, he pumped the handle and made the chair go up a bit before sitting back down again. But..by the time he sat down and checked it again, the screen seemed just as high as before.

"What th..." he mumbled, before finally beginning to realize what might be going on. In fact, when he'd stood up, his shirt seemed to have flapped around slightly more than usual, and—looking down now, he could see that its hem was lower than it should have been. His gaze remained pointed downward long enough to trace a slight upward motion of the chair's armrests, its seat, and the floor too, all going at about the same rate—which pretty much cinched it.

"..Oh. Shrinking, huh..?" Now that he understood the phenomenon, Flynn couldn't help the impression that it was speeding up. The shift in perspective had been nearly imperceptible before, but now it seemed impossible to miss, the way the room rose upward around him. Glancing downward again, he could see that his body was doing more than getting shorter: His arms, legs, and entire torso were visibly slimming down, his shoulders narrowing and his waist beginning to flatten and cave itself in. Yet, his shirt only seemed curiously long on him—not particularly loose. Gently tugging at the material with one hand, he felt it pull back out of his grip after a second, confirming that it was actually shrinking with him. "Huh."

Pulling the hem up, Flynn saw his boxers—the only other thing he was wearing at the moment—were also keeping pace with his diminishing size. But, more than that, the leggings were visibly pulling themselves shorter, the waistband thinning too as it tightened around his hips a bit. He tugged the shirt up some more, watching with some mild fascination as his hands shrank, his waist turned slim and his belly visibly softened. The hair was all gone from his body too, he noticed—arms, legs, and torso alike—and wondered just when that had happened.

Flynn was distracted from this show, his hand letting go of his shirt and letting it fall back down across his thighs, by some hair fluttering down into his field of view. Tilting his head upward, he brought his hand to the hairs and gently brushed back along them, finding them soft and pleasant to the touch—and also confirming that they were his, decidedly coming out from his scalp. By now there were locks touching their tips to his slim, girlish shoulders, then depositing a light bit of weight on them as they grew even longer still. Curiously, the tresses he observed were not the deep brown shade he was used to, but a rather bright, pale shade which now grew even paler before his eyes.

Flynn felt his boxers pull strangely snug between his legs, which seemingly sparked a faint tingling..down there. "Aa~ah...?" His voice cracked as it came out, then squeaked—"Wa~ah!"—as he yelped softly in surprise—the tingling suddenly joined by a sharp inward tug that felt..bizarrely pleasant. "M-mnh.." His voice sounded like a young boy's now, as he felt his entire face grow hotter, his manhood seeming to almost enjoy shrinking and slipping away. "Aa~aah..hff, ffhh.." His voice seemed to audibly mature again, down toward a womanly, higher alto tone, and then he panted softly as the tugging eased off for just a second or two of relief. But then: "AaaAA~Aaahh...!" Flynn felt it melt away all at once, and then was treated to a nice, fuzzy, girly sensation down there as she changed all at once into a woman. This had her panting in deep huffs of air again as it happened, followed by a soft, high, breathy "Haa~aahh" of relief as the sensation eased off.

"G-girl..oo~oh..m-mnh.." Flynn mumbled incoherently, feeling her hips gently press their way out into her underwear and the chair. By now the boxer leggings were completely gone—the entire garment reduced to a string around her waist and a single bit of cloth pulled snugly against the newly-flat area between her legs. Then she felt a faint push from her chest, and looked down—pure, snowy white hair falling partway into her vision—to see two small bumps appear under her shirt there. Said shirt..had also expanded its collar out into a wide V shape which exposed a bit more of her soft neckline, and its sleeves were down to her elbows—farther than any t-shirt should reach.

"Aa~aah..." A soft, pleased squeaky sound came from her lips as the tiny new breasts pressed their way out, expanding some more and brushing across the material of her...top?, in a way that her new equipment downstairs seemed to enjoy. The heat in her face was back all over again, and now Flynn found herself even more lost in girlish pleasure than before, letting out a long, low "Ooo~ooooohh..." as she gave in, squirming violently back and forth in the chair.

Her chest stopped growing, the fuzzy feeling down there easing off just enough for her to pant softly for a second or two, and then there was one last, especially hard push to grow the breasts out to a nice, big, round pair of globes—and, at the same time, make her erupt in a soft, high "Aa~ahnn..!" at the absolutely unbearble spike of pleasure which resulted. Then, finally, the new girl found herself quietly puffing air in and out, the heat slooowly fading from her face—or maybe her entire body—as she gradually came down from the extreme excitement the transformation had hit her with.

"Uh, w-wow.." Flynn muttered, prodding her new breasts as she looked down. She really had turned out pretty nice, she thought—but then countered that with the realization that she couldn't actully tell all that well from this angle. Either way, she thought as she slowly pushed herself up onto her feet, girls had it...pretty good, overall, it seemed.

Walking slowly toward the bathroom for its mirror, the new woman looked around the bedroom like it was a brand new place, trying to get used to the...maybe foot-and-a-half-plus of height loss her body had endured. Her balance was noticeably different, her hips swaying themselves and her pretty, waist-length hair swishing around her as she moved. Her legs felt kind of weak at first, which was..understandable, but it seemed like the change had also adjusted her brain's automatic movement functions to work with such a drastically different body shape.

In addition to the sudden change to her hair color, the woman in the mirror had bright purple eyes instead of blue. Her sleeves had grown out to the wrists, hanging slightly loose on her slender arms, and the top still hung down to her upper thighs, hiding everything above reasonably well. But—Flynn didn't want that hidden just now, so she took a hand and gently lifted the hem of the top past her waist to get a better look.

"Not bad at all," she said quietly, trying to get used to the soft, warm womanly tone that came out. She sported a nice hourglass figure now, with plump hips and thighs, a completely flat, slender waist, and big boobs—had to be at least C-cup, she thought, an assumption based on a very rudimentary understanding of how bra sizes worked. Not...that she seemed to have a bra on at the moment.

She used both hands to lift the top the rest of the way to her shoulders, blushing a bit at the body laid bare in front of her. Guys...all over the house had to be experiencing something just like this, she thought—maybe this was many of their first times seeing girls topless or even naked, too. But—it was mostly just embarassment at the thought of someone catching her like this that she felt, like maybe if Holland suddenly burst into the room with her in this state of dress she'd be more than a little flustered. It'd be weird to be attracted to myself, after all, she reasoned, pulling the top back down all the way.

But, there was one thing—as she turned and walked back to her computer, starting to enjoy just a bit how her breasts gently bounced with her walk. Thinking about Hollis...he was kinda cute, right? It was almost too bad he'd have to turn into a girl by the end of the week.

Flynn shook her head, feeling her face suddenly flush again. Where did that come from?! A sudden burst of feminine hormones? But then, they were kinda friends, after all, and...picturing him shirtless, as she'd seen him plenty of times while they were both guys, there was an unmistakable uptick in her heartrate, a slight hint of that same sensation down there that she'd been practically bombarded with throughout the change.

Well...maybe if he's interested...

Out of—sheer curiosity alone, of course, Flynn jacked her computer chair up enough to get the screen back to about where she was used to, and turned to the internet to search for a solution to a..purely hypothetical problem. Fundamentally, she just wanted to know if there was some relatively cheap way for someone to be able to shift between male and female at least...somewhat close to 'at will'. After all, someone who was female some of the time could probably stay in a sorority if 'she' wanted to, right?