Tripp was standing on the platform in the middle of the sealed chamber. He intoned his call to order, and enjoined the pledges dressed in sackcloth to approach the platform for their initiation into the fraternity that Tripp's great grandfather had founded. Then someone's cellphone went off: "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS..."
"All cell phones are supposed to be off. Now turn off that cell phone!" shouted Tripp.
The music abruptly ended, but it was replaced by a high pitched whistling tone like a fax machine.
Tripp opened his mouth, but suddenly the crowd of robed brothers, alums, and pledges arranged around the platform were gone. He felt his clothing slide off his body. He knew it was impossible for his waist to fit through the neck opening of his robe, but somehow it had. It felt like he was being sucked up a straw. His head spun. It was like he was a billion particles in motion. He was a man, but he wasn't anymore. He wasn't a man anymore, but he was still himself. He heard the whirring of a machine, but he was in darkness. Then he saw light. He recognized the Dean's Office, but his perspective was distorted. Everything looked somehow bigger. He was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. The machine over him was still whirring A giant brown Speedo appeared over him and it parachuted down, and landed on him. He couldn't move, he could feel the suit lying across his flattened body. A green suit appeared next. It covered him and the giant brown Speedo too. Was Tripp a Speedo too?
He could feel the weight pushing down on him. He wondered in silent horror, were all these Speedos his fraternity brothers?
The weight started to lessen. He suddenly could see the heap of suits resting on top of him. A giant hand scooped up a handful of Speedos and shoved them into a half filled mesh bag. He recognized the young man who was diligently stuffing Speedos into the bag. He had pledged the frat a year or two ago. He was gay, so they rejected him. On the water polo team, and they had won. Tripp wasn't president then, and thought it was a stupid rule, but then one did have to uphold tradition. He had voted to allow you to join, and your buddy Jeff. But all it took was one blackball from the brothers, and both Jeff and you scored 3 balls out of 50. Of course, each brother had only one black ball to drop in the bag, so it had to be six brothers who voted to keep them out. Tripp didn't even think Jeff was gay, but Travis -the president then had said all water polo players were fags, and he didn't know why they even applied to join the frat, accept that they wanted to be close to real men. Tripp knew better than to challenge the president, if he ever wanted to be president. He had become president, he thought proudly, he had made changes. Two of the pledges were gay that were being initiated tonight - or were supposed to be initiated. Now they were probably Speedos too. They would probably enjoy being wrapped around another guy's ass and junk. It suddenly hit Tripp that's what was going to happen to him. He was horrified. He at least had the satisfaction of knowing that Travis was one of the alum's attending tonight's initiation, and hopefully, now too was Speedo.