[Week 1.0]

Luna spent the next morning getting ready and building up strength. She hadn’t been able to afford laser treatment yet, so she spent a good hour just shaving and moisturizing. She’d found some gaffs on Amazon that made tucking easier, so thankfully that was much less complicated than last year.

Hair care was still something she knew very little about, but so far just getting a high-quality shampoo and conditioner had served her straight shoulder length hair pretty well. At the last minute, she decided to reach a little, and tried to tie half of it up in an asymmetric braid. 

Getting dressed was still… Compared to the beautiful women around her, she felt like an absolute giant. Her shoulders were enormous, she had only the barest suggestions of a chest and her butt might as well have been an ironing board. It was a miracle anyone ever saw her as a girl at all.

She dug through her entire wardrobe, tried on a dress, changed her mind, tried on a skirt, changed her mind, tried on a bunch of other things she’d rather not think about. She finally settled on a halter top that made her chest less broad, and a pair of baggy pants to make her lower half less skinny. Just in case she’d bring a sweater. Worst case she could cover up.

That left about 30 minutes for makeup. She’d realized over the summer just how much of a difference it made for passing. It wasn’t something she was great at yet, but some foundation and three tries at a wing later and she was ready.

Luna headed to the address on the invitation with plenty of time to spare. It was a cute little house on the north side of campus. Probably an auxiliary to wherever their primary space was–she’d heard rumors about the scale Delta Sigma’s parties last year, and there was no way that they were happening here. 

She was 5 minutes early, but rang the doorbell anyway. She was greeted by a girl wearing a short black dress and a collar, looking thoroughly blank. Passive eyes stared straight through her, and the sister’s mouth remained neutral, no sign of tension anywhere in the face. 

Luna stood there for a moment, waiting for instructions, waiting for anything.

There was nothing, just blankness.

It reminded her of hypnosis fiction an online friend had once written. Was she in some kind of–? No, people didn’t just get isekai’d into hypnosis stories.

She tried subtly shifting her head from left and right. Yep, the eyes didn’t track her at all. But what was she supposed to do? Robot-girl looked sort of cute, and so far this whole interaction was more comfortable than trying to awkwardly navigate a door-greeter.

She went with it. She walked through the door, and looked for a place to remove her shoes.

Just as she finished, someone came out of the living room. She remembered the girl from rush. Medium height, curly hair in the rough shape of a bob, a few freckles. Luna breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t ended up in some haunted drone house by mistake. Before she could stress about remembering the name, the sister reintroduced herself.

“Hello Luna, I’m Miriam.” She made a big open gesture with her hands. “And welcome to my castle.”

Luna gave her a shy smile. “It certainly looks impressive.”

Miriam grinned back. “You can take a seat in the living room, we’ll get started in a few minutes.”

Luna walked through a wide opening in the foyer and into a huge living room. In the center was a set of plush couches surrounding a fireplace. The mahogany furniture made the room feel almost overwhelming, but a smattering of plants and large windows made it cozy instead. A ton of miscellaneous decorations on the wall suggested a rich personal history, spread by the people who lived there. Everything smelled faintly earthy. Luna felt welcome.

Three more silent collared sisters stood on the edges of the room, though they seemed less hypnotized than the one by the door. One of them smiled at her. In another place she might have found it jarring. But compared to the door… of course there would be servants on standby, who didn’t have some of those around? 

Two other new members had already arrived. One had the build of an athlete, tall, even more broad shouldered than Luna–but somehow making it look good–and enough muscles that she could crush her. She leaned back on one of the couches, legs spread, taking up space, radiating confidence.

The other was the picture of queerness. Slight build, pink hair, and it looked like she had a tattoo peeking out from under the sleeve of the top she wore. The only thing her grunge look was missing was a skateboard. A septum piercing completed rounded everything out. Luna spent a moment just admiring how well she embodied her aesthetic.

They looked different enough from each other that Luna was a little less worried she was going to be seen as some kind of freak, and being in their company came with a subtle sort of validation. She was being invited to a ‘sisterhood’. These people saw her as a woman.

She gave them each a small wave, which they returned, then settled down on the couches herself, and waited for the introductions to begin.