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    She stopped in the doorway and turned back towards me.
    “What does the initiation usually involve?” I said. “It doesn’t involve alcohol or anything like that, does it? I don’t drink...”
    Tiffany strolled back up to me and gave me a quick hug.
    “Don’t worry, Nicole. Nobody will make you drinking anything,” she said, assuredly.
    My stomach sank. I wasn’t told about any initiation.
    What could it be? I asked myself.
    Before I could ask Tiffany to clarify, she was out the door and skipping down the hallway.
    I turned back into my bedroom and shut the door. I started having second thoughts about if I had applied to the right sorority. Something about Nicole made me feel nervous and uneasy. The thought of some mysterious initiation wasn’t making me feel much better, either.
    Snap out of it, Nicole. You’ll be fine. I’m sure that the initiation is just something silly anyway, I told myself, trying to ease the butterflies in my stomach.
    I took a look around my new room and noticed my unpacked boxes stacked in the corner. I decided that it was a good time to unpack and get organized.
    I started pulling out all of my clothes that my mom had just bought for me. My body had been changing a lot lately and none of my old clothes fit, so my mom took me on a big shopping spree at the mall.
    I stripped down into just my bra and panties and looked at myself in the tall mirror that was hung on the outside of the bathroom door. My light brown hair was hanging down loosely over my shoulders and I decided to put it up in a ponytail. I was always told that I looked cute when my hair was up.
    I turned to the side and noticed how big my breasts had gotten over the previous months. My puffy nipples pushed out on my thin bra, making a noticeable little bump. My breasts weren’t the only things that had gotten bigger since high school, though. My hips had grown outward as well and I was starting to look a lot more like a woman.
    I turned back towards my bed that was covered in clothes. I needed to decide what I should wear that night. My eyes scanned over the bed and stopped on a little brown skirt that I had picked out with my mom.
    Perfect! I thought.
    I didn’t want to look like a slut when I met all of my new friends that night, but I didn’t want to look like a total prude either. The skirt was the perfect length, coming down to just below my butt, revealing my thin and athletic legs.
    I decided to wear my brown pumps with it. They looked really good with the skirt and I was always looking for an excuse to wear them. Then I threw on a white blouse, which slipped nicely over my breasts. I decided to not wear a bra because it made the shirt not fit as well.
    My developing boobs pushed out firmly on the cloth of the shirt, and caused some nice cleavage to show at the top.
    Then, I threw on a few pieces of jewelry and took another look in the mirror. I spun in a circle, causing the tight skirt to slide up my legs a bit. It raised the skirt up just enough to expose my white cotton panties that were clinging tight to my little butt. I blushed when I saw what had happened and pulled the skirt back down.
    My worries about the initiation faded and I actually started to get excited about the night ahead. I hadn’t made any new friends for some time and I couldn’t wait to start mingling at the initiation party.
    ***
    T he time passed by quickly in my room and soon it was time for me to head downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror. I made sure my ponytail was pulled back tight and that it still looked good. Then I sprayed on some of my fruity smelling perfume and walked towards the door.
    I put my hand on the doorknob, but before I opened it, I took a long deep breath. The butterflies had come back into my stomach and I realized just how nervous I was. It was more than the initiation, though, that was making me nervous. Just being in college and away from my parents was a huge step for me.
    I turned the doorknob and