<b>Kitch Kitchinson - Shared Pledge Room</b><br/><br/>The sudden intermittent bursts of invading light brought a groan from the petite blonde as she rolled from one side to the other.<br/>Then came the calling voice of one of the older girls of the campus sorority house.<br/>Oh yeah, Dorthy wasn't in Kansas any more. Actually, she wasn't called Dorthy and had never been to Kansas.  Although Kitch wasn't her real name, when it came to introductions of any kind, the blonde would introduce herself as such and on any kinds of forms or applications that didn't require truth by law, she'd fill out the same. Almost no one knew her as the given name of Casey, she may as well have taken it to deed poll - her mother would have loved that, being one of the only people still to call her by the name bestowed.<br/><br/>Taking in one deep breath, Kitch plucked up the strength and determination she needed to get into the spirit of sorority life (or so she would think). She'd read, heard and watched stories about the ways in which hazing took place. The all nighters, the forced intoxication, the strange food stuffs and the bizarre pranks. She'd readied herself as much as she could for it all. Besides, with a house full of girls, it wouldn't be nearly that bad... right?<br/>Perhaps she wasn't ready at all....<br/><br/>She pulled herself out of the lower bunk to her bed set and knelt to the floor, pushing open a trunk and rummaging through the belongings inside. If there was a dress code, Kitch always had something perfect to make a statement but this one admittedly would be a little harder. Underwear, so much variety and she would need to be careful with her smaller frame there were things she needed to take into account on choosing the right piece.<br/>The ditz spent a good four of her five minutes selecting a 'winning pair' only to lift her head and find there were only a couple other girls left in the room either uncaring of the punishment that would follow disobeying the orders or struggling to find something appropriate.<br/>Leaping from the floor, she slipped out of her hot pink satin<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbbytACC.jpg&amp;hash=58341d5a3ca9b077b897a77d46b43dc0" href="https://i.imgur.com/bbytACC.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">sleepwear</a>with a wiggle - well there was going to be no chance in hell of her ripping the damn thing, sorority or not, that shit cost over two hundred pounds and even if she was sleeping in it the item was one of the few designer things she owned, prized position number thirty four - before hopping into an 'active'<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.shopify.com%2Fs%2Ffiles%2F1%2F2499%2F4504%2Fproducts%2FClassic_CK_1400x.jpg%3Fv%3D1509904718&amp;hash=1c2713183de78efaf7583201f89f7dd4" href="https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2499/4504/products/Classic_CK_1400x.jpg?v=1509904718" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">underwear set</a>. In her mind, it was important here to give off the good vibe, make the best impression with what she was wearing, even if that was next to nothing. Even though the panties flossed up between her pert cheeks and the bra held hardly any support, it gave the impression of 'get up and go', 'team player' and all the other things she assumed they wanted out of their pledges - oh how wonderfully naive.<br/><br/>Hop, skip and jump - nearly face plant - and scuttle past the dark haired beauty at the door, Kitch fell in line with the other pledges against the wall, her hands behind her back and glancing over the soft fabric over the strip of underwear above her bum. She smiled softly to herself feeling stupidly confident as her eyes caught a glimpse at some of the other girls choices. They were pretty, revealing and wonderfully worn on each and every figure that decorated the line up. She wanted nothing more than to inspect each one a little further, marvel at the stitching and the way in which each item hugged the person who possessed it. But now wasn't the time for straying eyes... or thoughts.<br/>Kitch stood to attention, flicking her gaze between the floor and the ceiling keeping herself distracted and her brain cells perky for whatever challenge was to be presented.<br/>But what exactly were they going to be doing in their underwear.<br/><br/>Tags:<a class="username" data-user-id="1253" data-username="@EmmyPlays" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1253/">@EmmyPlays</a>- Lexi referenced.