Secrets 3: The Road to the Future

Now that the football game was behind us, we experienced sort of another close call, but this one didn't involve Preston.  Instead, it was a direct result of our hubris.  It happened when we decided to go down to fraternity and sorority row to see if one of those organizations might be willing to take over the Christmas visit to the hospital after we graduated.  At the same time, we were also trying to find out what they were planning to do to raise money for that event this year, since most of them held some sort of fundraiser beforehand, as well as making their own donations.

Regrettably, we hadn't come up with any takers yet, but we were refining our pitch after every stop.  When we arrived at Beta Theta Pi, the president of the fraternity happened to be the one who answered the door when we arrived. 

"I know it's still a long way off," I began, "but we're stopping at all the fraternities and sororities to see how much each of them is willing to pledge for our Annual Christmas Toy Drive this year."

"Oh yeah, you're the guys who do that.  I recognize you from seeing your photos in the campus newspaper after you did it in previous years .  It's a really good thing that you're doing for those kids."

"We think so too, but we're graduating this year, so we're hoping that we can convince someone else to take the project over after we're gone, which means we're looking for volunteers.  It would make a great charitable event for one of the fraternities or sororities, and it would also build a little extra good will between them and the administration, since the college gets a lot of good publicity due to the event."

"Yeah, you're right, but since I'll also be graduating this year, the same as you guys, let me get our vice-president involved in this conversation.  I suspect he'll be taking over as president of the fraternity next year."

He then called for the vice-president to join us, and after pointing out who we were, he explained what we'd proposed.

"It's a great idea, and I'd like our fraternity to get involved, but it would be easier for me to sell the idea to the other members if these guys were actually members of the fraternity.  That way I could tell them that we're just carrying on the tradition, instead of taking it over."

"That's a great idea, so why don't we make them honorary members." 

"That's not a bad idea either, but if they're members they should also participate in something as representatives of the fraternity.  That way the other members will be more likely to believe that they're actually members."

"I agree with your suggestion and there's a perfect opportunity for them to represent the fraternity and it's coming up soon.  Would you two be willing to represent Beta Theta Pi at the Greek Council's Halloween Contest?"

"Yeah, sure, especially if it means you'll take over the toy drive after we leave.  My grandfather even said he'd be willing to come back and play Santa Claus for you, if you want."

"Is that the same guy that you used?"  I nodded in affirmation.  "I was amazed when I saw him in the photos in the campus paper, because I thought he was the best Santa I'd ever seen."

"And he enjoys playing Santa and does it throughout the period between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Besides doing it for our visit to the hospital, he also plays Santa for many groups during the holidays, so this will work out great.  If you will get a couple of your members to take over for us, we'd be willing to teach them everything they'll need to know, and in return, we'll agree to represent the fraternity in the Halloween Contest.  I'll also put you, or whoever is going to take over for us, in charge of securing the donations for the toy drive from Greek row this year.  That way the fraternity will actually be involved in this year's toy drive as well."  

"Ok, it's a deal."

Those two then explained what was involved in the Halloween contest and the vice-president went to get a flyer with the details about it.  We were told that they'd pinned it to the bulletin board where all of their members could see it. 

"Of course, you'll have to wear costumes and they have to fit into one of the following categories."

He then pointed out the information on the flyer.  I saw there were the usual categories, such as witches and wizards; ghost and goblins; super heroes; werewolves, vampires, and other fantastical creatures; but there was one other category that caught my eye.  I pointed at it as I showed it to Devin and he nodded in agreement.  It was based on RuPaul's Drag Race and open to both drag queens and drag kings. 

Even though we didn't tell them the category we'd picked or what we were going to do, they were happy that we expressed an interest in representing the fraternity and handed us the flyer.  They weren't certain if anyone else from the fraternity was going to enter, so this would ensure that Beta Theta Pi was represented. 

To tell the truth, Devin and I were interested in doing this because we thought we might be able to use our ability to a limited extent in order to pull it off.  We wouldn't use our skinwalker abilities to completely transform ourselves, just enough to enhance certain areas of our bodies, because we knew that if we did too much it might draw unwanted attention.   

Our next step was for Devin and I to contacted the cheerleading coach and ask if she had any old uniforms we could borrow to wear for this purpose.  She smiled and readily agreed, with one stipulation.  We had to be willing to allow one of her cheerleaders to take a video of us both before and during our performance.  We were happy to agree with her request, since we felt there would probably be others using their smart phones to record the contest.  Besides, it was a good deal â€" she was saving us a lot of work by not having to search for a suitable costume or make one ourselves, so we returned to the house with the cheerleading outfits in hand. 

We had to do some research online, though, since we'd never done this before, and that's when we discovered what else we would need.  It turned out that we'd have to do some shopping online and select the other items on our list that we'd require.  It included wigs, various cosmetics, and a few other items, but it wasn't that much and they weren't very expensive.  We were thrilled that everything arrived well before Halloween, and we started to refine our plans for the big night.  It was at this point that our egos got in the way and took over, which meant we stopped listening to our brains.

Our egos demanded that we pull off the illusion successfully and do the best we could, so we opted to use our ability to disguise or enhance certain body parts to a greater extent than we'd first planned.  We had no idea how many other members of Beta Theta Pi fraternity were going to participate, if any, but we were determined to do the best job we could and be great representatives of Beta Theta Pi.  We probably wouldn't win any prizes, but that didn't matter.  We just wanted to represent the fraternity as best we could. 

~~~~~

Halloween fell on a Friday this year, so during the week prior to Halloween, Devin helped me with using my ability to develop female breasts, as well as more shapely legs and slightly rounded hips.  I'd never transitioned into a female before, so this was all new to me and it took a while for me to get these details just right, but we both felt it would be well worth the effort. 

We also used our ability to remove the hair from our arms and legs, but we shaved our faces, because we didn't want to use our abilities to totally mask facial hair.  We felt that might be too obvious and it would allow others to figure out what was going on.  Neither of us had a lot of facial hair anyway, and after we shaved, we were going to cover the area with a layer of foundation to ensure that no five o'clock shadows appeared. 

After we ate an early supper at the dining hall on Friday, we took a shower and then we started to transition certain areas of our bodies before putting on our costumes.  We began with the under garments, which consisted of a bikini for each of us that we'd ordered online. 

During our research, we learned that a bikini bottom was thicker than typical underwear and would help to disguise our genitals, once we had arranged them properly.  We did that by tucking our penises and scrotums between our legs and taping them into place, to make sure they stayed there, and then we put on the bikini bottoms.  The bikini top was then used to contain our boobs and stop them from bouncing around so much, and after we stuffed our breasts into the bikini tops, we were ready to put on the cheerleader uniform. 

Once we were wearing the outfits, we were ready to apply our makeup, starting with the foundation.  After that, we added the eye shadow, eyeliner, a little blush, and lipstick, and as soon as we were satisfied with how we looked, we put on the wigs.  We were now ready to go to the location where the judging would take place. 

Since we didn't want others to see us in our outfits yet, we put on the overcoats that we wore whenever we were wearing a suit so it would conceal our appearance.  The overcoat actually served two functions, and the other one was that there was a nip in the air and it helped to protect us from the elements, since our costumes weren't exactly adequate for that purpose. There wasn't anything we could do to disguise our faces without ruining our makeup, but we didn't feel that would be a big deal.  We felt there would be other guys who'd also be coming as drag queens, so we wouldn't look out of place. 

It was the fact that we knew other guys would be coming as drag queens that led us to relax our guard too quickly and loosen our inhibitions about drawing too much attention to ourselves.  We felt that since others would be doing the same thing and we'd merely blend in with them, but we soon discovered the other drag queens didn't take the competition nearly as seriously as we did.  In fact, a few of the guys hadn't even bothered to get rid of their beards or mustaches, let alone taken time to remove other bodily hair before dressing up as a female. 

"Wow, you guys went all out for this," a contestant from Phi Gamma Delta stated when he saw us. 

"Yes, after looking around it seems that we probably overdid it," Devin replied. 

"No, you didn't overdo it and you guys look terrific," a guy from Alpha Sigma Phi countered.  "In fact, if I didn't know you were dudes, I might have even tried hitting on you."

You might be wondering how we knew which fraternity the others belonged to, but it was fairly simple.  When we registered upon arrival, each contestant was given a numbered tag with the name of the fraternity or sorority we represented added to the bottom of the tag. 

"Yeah, you look fantastic," a sorority sister from Kappa Delta Chi agreed.  "If you two were standing with the cheerleaders at a football game, I bet no one would have thought twice about you being there, except that you're wearing one of the older cheerleading outfits."

"And you don't have any hair on your arms or legs," a guy from Phi Gamma Delta noted. 

"That's because we shaved those areas first and then used Nair on them to make sure we got rid of all the hair," I replied.  "That pretty much took care of the problem for us." 

"And those boobs look real too," a guy from Sigma Pi commented, and then he reached out and felt my breast.  "And it feels real too."

"Leave it to a troglodyte like him to say something like that and then attempt to test the goods as well," a sorority sister from Sigma Lambda Gamma sneered, but the guy who made the comment merely ignored her.  

"It is all in knowing what padding to use," I stated in response to his comment, "and we did a lot of research online before getting ready for tonight."

"You must have done a lot more than just that!" he challenged. 

"No, what we did is similar to a magician performing an illusion, but our illusion is pretending to be a member of the opposite sex." 

"Nah, except for your voices, you look like two hot babes, so there has to be more to it than just that.  Did you go to the crossroads and make a deal with the devil so you would win?  Did you offer him your soul in order to pull this off?"

I believe he was making a reference to the legendary Robert Johnson's crossroad encounter where he made a deal with the devil to become the greatest 'blues man' of all time.

"No, it wasn't anything as drastic as that.  We'd never sell our souls just to win a Halloween contest, and like I said, what we did is similar to a magician performing an illusion.  And like the magician, we're not going to give away our secrets and that's all I'm going to say about it."

I was beginning to worry that we'd done too good of a job of pulling this off and someone might be able to figure out our secret.  It was too late to worry about that now, however, but I didn't get the chance to follow through on that train of thought for very long.

"You two did an excellent job with your costume and I think you'll have a great chance of winning a prize for Beta Theta Pi," a sorority sister from Alpha Phi Gamma commented. 

This surprised me and I responded.  "A prize?  No one mentioned there would be prizes when we considered entering the contest, and you make it sound as if the prizes will be more than just some cheap ribbons."

"Absolutely, the Greek Council is awarding a prize for the best costume in each category," she answered.  "Usually, the sororities win most of the prizes, and they probably have members entered as drag kings as well."

"I see, but what exactly are the prizes?"

"Each category winner is given a small trophy, which they usually donate to the fraternity or sorority, and they also get $50.00.  Oh, and there's a Grand Prize for the best costume overall, and that person will receive a larger trophy and $100.00, in addition to what they won for their category.  You can keep any money you win or you can give it to the Christmas toy drive to buy even more presents for the kids."

"Ok, we can do that if we win anything, although I wasn't aware there were going to be prizes."

"I think the Greek Council was worried that no one would participate if they didn't have a chance to win something worthwhile, and a trophy just wasn't going to cut it.  And even though you didn't know about the prizes, I can't imagine that you guys would have come up with a better costume than this if you had."

We were also informed that the entrants in each category were going to be called up to stand on a raised platform so the judges could evaluate the costumes.  However, the judges wouldn't announce the winners until the very end, so people didn't rush out before all of the groups had been judged.  

Devin and I had assumed that we'd have to do more than just walk in front of the judges in our costumes, so we worked out a little routine to do as well.  It was something we'd seen the actual cheerleading squad perform before, so we hoped we didn't mess it up too badly. 

When everyone was ready to begin, a representative from the Greek Council called one category at a time and had all of the contestants from that group line up on the raised platform.  Devin and I had assumed correctly, because various entrants in each category had different things they were doing.  For example, the witches and wizards might be stirring a potion in a plastic cauldron they brought with them.  Others were muttering spells, while still others were waving their wands around in the air as if they were casting a spell on someone.  The werewolves were making menacing sounds and gestures at the crowd, like they were about to attack, while the vampires showed their fangs or did something eye catching with their capes.  Like we suspected, though, all of the contestants were doing something. 

When the drag kings and queens were called up, Devin and I waited until each entrant was on the raised platform before we did anything.  Once we were being judged, we started our routine, but it wasn't anything elaborate or difficult.  It merely consisted of us moving our arms from the starting position, which was at our sides, and then we extended our arms away from our bodies and held them briefly at shoulder level before raising them above our heads.  As soon as we'd done that, we kicked our right legs into the air and then we brought our arms down in front of our bodies, so we could do the typical cheerleader double clap. 

We didn't think we'd done anything special, but the routine drew a lot of applause, along with a few whistles and cheers when we finished.  We didn't think any more about it while the other groups were being judged, and after each group took its turn, the judges would huddle together to make sure they all agreed on the winner for that group.  While this was taking place with the groups following us, one of the guys from the audience came over to ask us a question. 

"Damn, what did you guys do with your dicks and balls, because when you did that kick the guys with me couldn't tell if you had anything down there?  It looked just the same as when the real cheerleaders do it."

"We didn't do anything with them, except what is called tucking.  We didn't know about that until we did some research online about drag queens, and the article told us exactly what to do.  It suggested that we should tuck our genitals between our legs and then tape them in place to maintain the appearance of being a female.  It also informed us to wear a bikini bottom to hide it, because the bikini bottom would do a better job than female underwear because it's thicker and would make the area appear smooth."

"Well, it worked, because a bunch of us guys thought you might have had an operation to remove them."

"No way, we'd never do that," Devin chimed in.  "I don't think we could live without them, because we enjoy using them too much."

The guy laughed before he responded.  "Well, you sure had me and my friends fooled."

When the head judge went up on the platform to announce the winners, we quickly began to learn that the sororities had taken first place in many of the other categories.  Devin and I felt they had probably won first place in our category as well, because they were pretty convincing as drag kings.  Sure, we might have done better than the other drag queens, but it didn't mean we would win.  Some of the drag kings looked awesome and they'd worked out their own routines that exposed some manly characteristics that weren't very flattering.  We were merely getting ready to clap for the winners and then leave when the head judge started to speak. 

"I don't think there will be any controversy over the first-place winners in the drag king and queen category.  We assume that judging by the catcalls, whistles, and cheers you gave them, I think we all came to the same conclusion.  The first-place prize in the CSU Drag Race goes to the cheerleaders from Beta Theta Pi fraternity."

Devin and I were in total shock as a cheer went up after the announcement was made.  The cheer was followed by a deafening round of applause, and we were still too stunned to move when one of the sorority sisters that was dressed as a Drag King came over to offer encouragement. 

"You were fantastic and deserve to win, so go up there and collect your prize."

As we made our way to the raised platform again, some people patted us on the back, while a couple of the guys slapped us on the ass.  When we reached the head judge, he congratulated us and shook our hands before handing Devin the trophy and me the money.  I was still in disbelief that we'd actually pulled this off. 

After we came back to our senses, we sought out the president of Beta Theta Pi and gave him the trophy to keep at the frat house, along with the money, and he made a comment as he took them. 

"Damn, it's too bad you guys are seniors, because we'd be proud to have had you as regular members of our fraternity."

"Thank you and we appreciate that you made us honorary members and invited us to participate in this contest," Devin replied.  "You can add the money we won to your donation for the Christmas Toy Drive."

"That won't be a problem," he replied.  "And you might even win  more in the overall category, because they haven't announced the Grand Prize winner yet." 

After the winner of each category had been awarded, the head judge prepared to make his final announcement. 

"I believe this decision was the easiest one we made tonight.  I am pleased to announce that this year's Grand Prize winners are the drag queens from Beta Theta Pi."

This time, Devin and I were nearly catatonic as the announcement sank in.  We weren't prepared to even win our category, let alone the Grand Prize, and once again others had to prod us to go up to the platform to receive our prize.  We were met by loud cheering along the way, as well as more pats on the back and slaps on the ass.  We must have looked as if we were cast members from the Walking Dead as we ascended the platform and approached the Head Judge. 

"Don't look so shocked," he said as we drew near.  "You were terrific and a unanimous choice of the judges."  This time he handed the trophy to me and money to Devin, since he'd presented the earlier award doing the opposite.  "Go ahead, hold up the trophy and receive the crowd's adulation."

I did as he stated and the noise grew louder, but eventually Devin and I walked off the platform so we could hand this trophy and money to the president of the fraternity. 

"You did a great job and I'll display both trophies in a prominent location - one where the other members won't accidentally destroy them the next time we hold a party.  Of course, you'll be invited to attend as well."

"Thanks, and maybe we'll be able to act normally by then."

Before we left the area, many more people came over to congratulate us and some of the guys also told us that we would have made hot chicks.  I guess it was a compliment, but all I could think about was the warning that Gramps and Pops had given Devin about being careful as to when he used his ability, as well as how often.  This obviously goes for me now as well, so I guess we blew it.  I just hope Gramps and Pops never hear about what we did, because if they do, I'm sure it will lead to a very stern lecture, if not worse.

After we had the cheerleading costumes cleaned, we took them back to return to the cheerleading coach, and she had something to say as she took them back.  "I watched the video of you two in those outfits and you did just as good a job as my regular cheerleaders do.  If you had actually been girls, you would have had a good chance at making the team."

"We appreciate that," I replied, "but I believe this is probably our only performance as a cheerleader."

"That's too bad, because you were actually quite good at it."

Later, as we thought back upon what we'd just done, Devin and I agreed that we'd dodged a bullet this time.  Even though we'd offered reasonable explanations to answer each question and given a valid response to explain every aspect someone had commented about, and we hoped they had been satisfied with our answers.  If someone had even the slightest hint about what we could do or was observant enough to pick up on any clues from the competition, they might be able to put it all together and then we'd be in serious trouble.  We're just hoping that won't happen and Devin and I will survive this egregious and flagrant lapse in judgment.