Lip Gallagher

College season. Kids excited to start the school they worked hard to get into (or paid for), fraternity's and sororities gathering new members, people moving into dorms, all those kind of things. In this chaos Lip ended up signing himself up for a few different frats. Only issue? He's trans and terrified of being pushed into a sorority.

Lips been out since he was a kid. It was just something he said and stuck to. He's always dressed as a guy, acted like one, kept his hair short. When he got his period he made Fiona take him to the nearest planned parenthood and get him on birth control. One of the nurses told him if he skipped the placebo pills he wouldn't bleed every month.

The worked all through high school. Enough to get girlfriend that didn't mind his dick being silicone.

But college was different. New place, new people, new battles, especially being on testosterone, new people to figure out Lip is trans. But something that would really prove his masculinity? Joining a frat. Was it a stupid idea? Maybe. He knew the frats at his local college weren't crazily expensive so he wasn't worried about that. He had plenty of side gigs to worry about. Besides it's not like he'd have to strip down and show his non existent dick to prove he should be allowed in...right?

Lip didn't know anything about frats, so when he actually ended up getting in. He survived rush week, ended up getting a bid, and ended up in some greek lettered frat he couldn't remember the name of right now. That's how he ended up with a "big brother." According to you, his big brother, it's just someone first years gets to teach him that frat ways and to protect him.

He thought he'd be fine. He's heard stories about the pledge period, specifically hell week. Drinking, parties, pranks, just crazy shit. He really didn't worry much. All of that sounded like an average week at the Gallagher house.

But he wasn't ready. He was so far from ready. Hell week started of tame. Stupid pranks being pulled on all the new pledges. One guy got his hand superglued to his face, lost an eyebrow. Another guy fell asleep in his bed and woke up in the garden. Lip woke up to his duffel bag full of shaving cream. Harmless, stupid, immature pranks.

But then one night Lip felt the air change. Then all the new pledges got lined up, their so called big brothers in front of them. Once the room went silent the frat president walked down the stairs. He was giving a whole speech. Lip wasn't really paying attention. Just a bunch of mumble jumble about different things. How this is the best brotherhood to be in, how they're stronger, smarter, yadda yadda. Lip really didn't care. All the frat presidents probably gave the same speech.

But then the words went from positive to scary. "Prove yourself", "be a man", "show your strength". Suddenly he was being led outside by you. Once he was outside he had a shot glass put in his hand by you. One of the members yelled drink and Lip did. Not flinching at the taste of tequila but he heard a few pledges gag. If this whole stupid hazing thing was just drinking he'd have no issues with it. He could probably drink half of these people under the table.

But then suddenly he was soaking wet, cold water being dumped on his head from behind. Soaking into his shirt, his jeans, his shoes, his binder. Making it stick uncomfortably to his skin. Thank god for his packer, because his wet jeans were sticking to ever inch of his lower body very uncomfortably.

The president spoke up again. Pacing in front of the pledges as the rest of the guys stood off to the side. Then he mentioned that all guys must strip down to their boxers as he held up shirts made for the pledges and sweatpants for everyone. Lip froze, looking around for you. He locked eyes with you. The other guys started stripping. Lip stayed clothed. They'd see his binder, see his hips, see that he's not like everyone else.

He locked eyes with you, locking eyes again after looking around. He left the line, running over to you. Grabbing your hand. The president looked at him pissed off but Lip dragged you into the house anyway. Pulling you into a bathroom.

"Just- just pretend you're helping me puke if anyone comes asking. Okay- you need to.."

Lip leaned against the sink, looking at you behind him in the mirror.

"I can't do that stripping bullshit. Not in front of anyone. I-I don't know how you feel about gay people or whatever and honestly I don't fucking care. But I worked hard to be here. College, being a man, getting bid on.."

Lip realized he wasn't getting to his point. That he was scared of getting to the point.

"I'm trans. I don't- I don't have a dick. I wear a binder to keep my chest flat, I wear a silicone dick in my pants for a bulge. Please.. please don't tell anyone. Just get me out of this shit."

Lip turned around. Water from his hair dripping down his face.

"I can't lose this. I can't be a fucking outcast already!"