Before we begin, I would like to start off by saying that this is a true story. It may have happened to me, it may have happened to someone else, but the reader should know that it did happen. With that, I should tell you a bit about myself. Currently, as I am writing this, I am about to graduate from college with a degree in Nursing. I have spent the past four years at a large SEC school and have been an active member of my sorority since the moment I rushed my first semester here. Now trust me, I would love to pretend that my life before college was at the very least somewhat mildly interesting. But that would be a lie. I had a normal childhood, some high school boys but nothing serious or all that fun. On my first trip down to Alabama, I fell in love with the history and sisterhood that all of the sororities exhibited towards me. After strolling down the main campus and staring at the tall, Greek houses, I just knew that I had to join one of them. I told my father on that visit that this was the school I wanted to go to no matter what happened.
After receiving my parent's consent to go to Alabama for college, I immediately was thrown into the throngs of Greek life by attending my first rush. After a long week, with even longer processes, I found my perfect match. I truly do not mean to sound conceited, but I knew that I was attractive. Boys had always liked me and there always seemed to be Snapchats asking for my nudes. I had a very athletic frame, thanks to my track and field career in high school, and naturally blonde hair. It was because of this, and the fact that I genuinely felt at home with the other girls in Phi Nu, that I decided to rush for that sorority.
If you know anything about Greek Life at a big SEC school, you know that Bid Day is the most important day of the process. That day, although it was a hot summer day, I chose to wear my favorite pink jumpsuit. It complemented my 5'7" frame perfectly, even though I have smaller B cup breasts, it highlights my athletic butt in my favorite way. To top it all off, I wore my favorite pair of pink heels that added to my favorite outfit. On Bid Day, the main event is that all the new pledges get to run "home" to their sisters and whoever they liked the best during the rush process. When I ran down the hill, clumsily if I'm being honest, I turned the corner to see the beautiful white Phi Nu house and I saw my favorite sister, Faith, holding up a sign with my name on it. Faith, although completely stunning in her own right, had an amazing personality and we immediately got along well from the day we met. She was thinner than I was, with long and perfectly tanned legs. As I ran to her, she gave me a big hug and held my hair in the most sensual of ways. We both let out a heavy sigh of relief and smiled at the thought that we would get to spend so much more time together in the coming years.