Kate and I were returning to our dorm room after studying at the library. I had a test coming up in health science, and Kate was a little behind on her Spanish lessons, so we were running a bit late. Taking in the Seattle skyline as we walked along, we reached our dorm hall and waved to the female guard who was posted at the entrance. The school wanted the girl’s dorm kept safe at night, although I had never heard of any trouble on campus. But can’t be too safe these days, I suppose. Just for some extra protection, the two of us kept a baseball bat in our room. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and went down the hall to our room. I pulled the keys out of my purse and opened the lock. Immediately, I knew something was wrong.

“Someone has been in our room!” I exclaimed.

We noticed that the closet door was ajar, and we always kept it shut. Then we saw that the drawers in our dresser were open. Clothes were sticking out, their neat folds replaced with dishevel.

“They went through our clothes!” said Kate.

“Go get Mia!” I replied. “She’ll know what to do!”

That made sense. All the girls on the floor looked up to Mia as our de facto leader, and she was destined for a masters degree in nursing. Kate ran off down the hall, while I shook my head in disgust. I was furious! I wanted to cry I was so upset. But then I heard a noise! Coming from the closet. I held my breath, but now my heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it in my ears. I edged toward the door, but then I heard the sound again, and I just lost it. I screamed. A second later, Kate came running in accompanied by Mia. Then Brenda, Vicky and Lynn also showed up. They all crowded into our room.

“In there!” I said, pointing to the closet.

Kate picked up the baseball bat, and I felt really stupid for not having thought of that. I just forgot about it when I panicked. We all stood back as Mia cautiously opened the door and Kate stood ready with the bat. There, cowering in the back of our closet, was some guy holding several pairs of panties in his hands.

“Anyone know this guy?” Mia barked “Any of you dating him?”

We all shook our heads and said ‘no’.

“I’m going to pound him!” said Kate, cocking the bat.

“No, please!” said the guy, his voice quivering.

“What are you doing in my room?” said Kate, brandishing the bat threateningly.

“This is all just a prank” the guy blurted. “I ... I’m a pledge at a frat. They put me up to it...”

“Up to what?” Kate pushed, taking a half a step toward him.

“I had to steal at least three pairs of girl’s panties, and ... um ... bring them back so they could be nailed to the wall.”

“We’re not girls, we’re women” corrected Mia.

“Why didn’t y’all just buy some, and tell them you stole them?” said Brenda in her southern drawl.

“Please, please let me go!” he said. “It was just a joke. It was harmless.”

“Harmless?!? You invaded our privacy! You broke into our room!” I shouted.

“We should turn him in” said Vicky. “That will get him kicked out of school, and he’ll never bother us again.”

“No! Please don’t do that!” said the guy, who now looked to be on the verge of tears. “If I can’t stay in school, dad says I’ve got to enlist in the army. I have to stay in school! Please!”

“Then how about I whack you with my bat, so you remember not to ever try it again?” said Kate.

“No” Mia calmly interjected. “We can do better than that.”

“How?” I asked, rather dubious. What would be a better reminder to this guy than a beating from a bunch of angry girls?.

“We can make sure that the frat never sends another pledge to bother us, ever. And this character will really learn a lesson” said Mia.

“And just how do you propose to do that?” asked Lynn, curious.

Mia smiled. “Turn up the TV so no one else hears us in here.”

Lynn switched on the TV set, put it on a music video and turned up the volume. It was some pop singer from the 1980’s. The cornered intruder quaked with terror, fearing we were about to pummel him.

“What is your name?” she demanded.

“I ... I’m Steve” he said, his voice still shaking.

“Not anymore” replied Mia.

“What do you mean?” asked Steve.

“I mean that ‘Steve’ is a guy’s name. Because you love our panties so much, we are going to turn you into a girl. And once you’re a girl, we’ll return you to your frat buddies. You’re just not going back with the name Steve.”

“No! You can’t really do that! Please! You don’t know how our frat works!” protested Steve.

“All right. Then we can just call security ... and you can turn yourself in” sighed Mia, as if resigning herself to the inevitable.

“You’d look good in army fatigues” added Kate, who was getting into it now, too.

I looked at Steve’s face, and saw what looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Take a shower. Shave those hairy legs of yours, and your chest” said Mia, pointing to the bathroom door.

“And under your arms” I added, joining in for the first time.

The girls smiled. We were imagining how terrible he’d feel removing his body hair. He went into the bathroom, and we huddled together planning our next move. As he disappeared inside, I noticed that the singer on TV was wearing her underwear on the outside. The girls ran down the hall to their rooms, to get some items we would need.

When Steve came out of the shower, we were ready for him. He did look kind of cute, and for just a moment I felt sorry for him. But what a rat he was! He deserved what he was about to get! It was a weakness of mine, feeling sympathy for even the worst sort of people out there. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that now, it was my turn to start things off.

“Tell me,” I said, “what is the name of the girl at your old high school who you ‘hate’ the most?”

Steve didn’t think for more than a couple of seconds before responding.

“Debbie, I guess” he said, as he stood there wrapped up in an oversized pink and white towel.

“And why do you hate her?” I asked.

“She let me think that she wanted to go out with me, but she was manipulating me. She was just trying to make her boyfriend jealous so that they could get back together.”

“Perfect” I said. “So you really do hate Debbie. So from now on, that will be your name. You are no longer a guy. You are no longer ‘Steve’. From now on, you are Debbie.”

“Tell us your name” said Mia, before he had a chance to really say anything.

“Debbie” he whispered.

“Again! Louder!”

“I’m Debbie” he said.

“Tell us that you’re a girl” said Kate.

“I ... I’m ... a ... a girl” he said.

We all giggled. We wanted to rub it in more, since this was obviously so upsetting to him.

“You’re one of us now. You’ve become a girl.”

“What a pretty young woman you are.” I said.

“And a pretty young woman like you should be in panties.” said Mia.

Lynn handed him a pair of bright pink panties that she had retrieved from her room. They were small, low cut, and would be really tight on him. It was a real hoot to watch him attempt to put them on, without letting us see a peak of what was under the towel. I was kind of disappointed when he pulled it off. We all would have liked to have stolen a glimpse!

“There. Now your pussy is buried inside your sexy panties” said Brenda.

“I almost forgot. Do you need a tampon today?” asked Vicky.

“No!” said ‘Debbie’.

We almost fell over laughing at that one, and how he reacted. The panties were tight on him, and you could tell he didn’t like how they felt. It served him right. They were also very tight in the front, so it didn’t leave much to the imagination. We all enjoyed this moment immensely. But there was a lot more for us to do, so we had to keep moving along.

It was Kate’s turn now. She held out a black bra. We had chosen Brenda to go get one of hers, because she had the biggest boobs of any of us. I always felt jealous of her, wishing that mine were as big as hers and as nicely shaped. I didn’t like being just a B cup.

Now ‘Debbie’ was holding out ‘her’ arms as Kate slipped the bra onto her and wrapped it around ‘her’ chest. She had trouble getting the band hooked in back, but finally managed to cinch it tightly enough to fasten it. As uncomfortable as the panties were, I think he was freaking out more from the bra! It was just support for your boobs, but he acted like we had just wrapped a deadly snake around him or something. His eyes were literally bugging out.

“Okay girls, stuff it full, now.” said Mia.

We took some nylons we had gathered from my dresser and now we stuffed them into the large empty D cups of his bra. That filled it out, so that it was now nicely full and firm.

“Nice boobs, babe!” said Kate.

“You’re stacked!” I added.