
Request:
A really jock-sportsy straight college guy is behaving badly around campus, so he gets sent to a country club Where he gets transformed by the fellow preppy suited students into one more of the perfect, bottom, suit and smiling slaves. Welcome back and hope u like the idea! ;D
I warn you I do not know how to write straight people.
Thank you to whomever gave this request, it may have inspired a series of stories surrounding the preppy fraternity that frequents the country club featured in this story, the Country Club itself or the Dean of this fictional college. I won't begin writing it until all my other requests are done.
Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho - The Country Club.
(I checked, there is no real fraternity that has this name)

This is Adam Perr, college football team captain, alpha-bro, pussy hound and party animal. Every guy on campus wanted to be him and every straight girl and gay guy wanted him to fuck them. He wasn't no homo though; unlike the stuffy, preppies from the Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho Fraternity that hung around at the country club near campus. Adam loved sports, but he doesn't consider golf a sport - The whole point is to not score points so it ends quicker - he wouldn't be got dead in anything remotely preppy, he didn't even know how to tie a tie, but he gets along fine with tank tops and shorts and the chicks don't seem to mind either.
For Adam, college life is about football, drinking, tits and partying. It is the combination of the drinking and partying however that have led to Adam to be in some trouble with the faculty of his college. His last drunken escapade led to nearly $1000 worth of damages. Adam found himself getting chewed out by his football coach in his office.
"Perr, you are on thin fucking ice with the Dean! He's threatening to take away your scholarship!" Adam was actually worried now, football was the reason he was here, his grades were crap.
"Threatening? That means there's hope I can stay?" Adam asked Coach.
"The Dean and I had a talk, he's willing to forget the damages if you agree to a... Proposition he made"
"Proposition?"
"He wants you to join Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho, he hopes they'll have a positive influence on you"
"Really? The preppies?"
"You'd rather be expelled? That's your only other option"
"No. I'll join the frat"
"Good, I'll let the Dean know, he told me to send you to the frat house if you said yes, so get on your way, stay out of trouble" The coach said and sent Adam on his way. Adam knew his way to the Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho house and spent most of the walk there thinking about how much he didn't want to do this, but how bad could it be? It's not like he'd become like one of them, if anything, he planned to rub off on them (no homo).
When he got to the Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho fraternity, there was someone waiting on the steps of the house. He was definitely a member of Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho, he was wearing cuffed trousers, a shirt and tie and sweater.

As Adam approached the preppy, the preppy smiled and extended his hand, which Adam shook out of politeness. He also noticed the guy reeked of cologne, like reeked of it, but he'd hold his tounge about it.
"Hello, I'm Michael - please don't call me Mikey - and I'll be your sort of... Big brother as you get used to being here"
"Thanks. You've been expecting me?"
"The Dean said you might be joining us. I was starting to think you weren't going to show up"
"It's join or get kicked out. Easy decision"
"I bet. I'm actually the only brother here, the rest are at the country club. You should get ready before we head over"
"We're off to the country club?"
"Yeah. It'll be the perfect place for you to meet the brothers. Peter won't mind you borrowing his clothes, you're about the same size". Michael led Adam through the fraternity house, which was immaculately clean and kept organised, Adam saw a trophy case full with first place medals, plagues and trophies but they were all in golf, badminton, tennis and polo. Adam didn't even know what polo was, was it the one where you play on horseback? Michael led Adam into a room with two single beds, large wardrobes and oak desks with everything laid out perfectly organised, the room was pretty much identical except for the different class books and family photos.
"This is where Peter and I live, you're going to be at the end of the hall with Timothy"
"What's Timmy like?"
"He prefers Timothy, and he will correct you on it, but he's a nice guy. Let me get a photo of him up on my phone" Michael showed Adam a photo of his new roommate. It was off his Facebook page, he was wearing a bowtie and sweater vest, Adam didn't think he looked bad but it wasn't the type of thing he'd wear.

"I think you'll get along quite well. He's more of a golfer than a football guy when it comes to playing, but he goes to all your games" Michael said as he grabbed a light blue shirt, some white trousers, a belt, a navy blue blazer and a blue and yellow tie out of his roommates wardrobe.
"I think I've see him at a few of our games, a few of you guys always come"
"Yep. Football isn't my thing but my boyfriend - Micah - loves it, never misses a game when they're on. And we've heard every joke and comment about our names" He passed Adam the shirt, trousers and belt. They all smelt like the cologne Michael was wearing, what was the smell called? It was flowery and pungent.
"Is Micah at the country club too?" Adam asked as he took off his clothes and began dressing, these guys weren't as stuffy as he thought they were, at least Michael wasn't.
"I'd say so, his dad owns the place, Micah helps out there a lot"
"Taking over the family business?" Adam asked as he buttoned up the last button on the shirt and fastened the belt.
"Sort of, he's got to graduate first" Michael handed Adam the tie.
"Umm. I actually don't know how to tie a tie" Adam admitted.
"No problem" Michael popped Adam's collar up and proceeded to tie the tie for him. The cologne hit him like a truck with Michael this close to him, he still couldn't name the scent, but he did not mind it any more, in fact he was warming up to it, he kept thinking about how nice it was, he became lost in these thoughts momentarily, only being broke out of them as Michael tightened the tie around Adams neck and helped him put the blazer on. Adam caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the window and he looked like a properly preppy guy. He pulled out his phone to use the camera and when he turned it to himself he saw his hair had been styled, and it had grown back at the sides, it had been combed to the side. But wait, isn't this always how he'd done his hair? Of course it was, he just got confused for a moment.
"Thanks Bro" Adam said, he figured if he was really joining the frat, he might as well talk like a frat bro.
"No problem. Want some cologne? Everyone here wears it" Michael held up a bottle, it was a simple glass cylinder tinted gold, it had letters on it, 'ΡΓEP'.
"You wear a cologne called Prep?"
"No. It's just a simple Sandlewood cologne, the man who owns the brand was in a Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho fraternity, so we get these special bottles with our Greek letters on them".
"Sure, give me a spritz" Michael approached Adam and gave him a little spray with the ΡΓEP. In the space of 30 minutes, Adam had gone from looking like your stereotypical jock to a conformist looking preppy, he even smelled like one, and now he was going to a country club.
Half an hour later, Michael led Adam into the country club to introduce him to his new friends and housemates. There was this music playing softly over the speakers of the club, no lyrics but Adam could swear he could hear faint whispering in the music, the music that was penetranting his mind, he was feeling nice and relaxed as Michael led him to a table with a bunch of guys who were all dressed like he was, with hair styled like his, they smelled like him and one came up to him and planted a kiss on his lips - that's when everything clicked in his mind.
He was Adam Perring, he was the first person to get into the college on both an Academic scholarship and an Athletic scholarship. He accepted the Athletic scholarship and almost immediately joined the fraternity Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho after running into a number of its members at the country club, while football is his true passion, he does love the occasional round of golf with his frat brothers. He also met Timothy, his boyfriend and roommate while at the country club and ever since, he's been to everyone of Adams games and Adam is always happy to watch or play golf with Timothy. New memories flooded into his mind as his old life faded from it. No more nights out getting as drunk as possible, fucking random girls and not focusing on his studies. He now only drank socially, was in a monogamous relationship with his boyfriend and while football meant a great deal to him, he never let it interfere with his education.
"Hello handsome" Timothy said.
"Hello, sorry I'm late, I've been feeling a bit weird today, almost like I'm hungover" Adam remarked.
"I've yet to see you drunk, so how could you feel hungover?" Timothy laughed.
"Timothy, I HAVE seen you drunk. It isn't pretty"
"Touché dear, touché". Adam and Timothy continued to make small talk with the other members.

This is Adam now, watching his handsome boyfriend play a round of golf. He adapted to his new lifestyle very quickly, like most of his other Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho brothers, he was always meant to be a good, preppy person who always dressed in his finest clothes and always smelled like the fraternities signature scent 'ΡΓEP' and was always on his best behaviour. The dean's plan had worked perfectly, and no one even knew that Adam had changed, except him of course.
---The End---
Author's Note: I do have ideas for more parts of this, they will relate to either Rho Gamma Epsilon Rho, the Country Club or the Dean. Stories that relate to them will all be tagged 'RGER'.
I have other requests to get through before I even start the next part of this series, so requests will stay closed for the foreseeable future. I'd like to thank those who've sent requests for being patient with me.
A special thanks to whomever sent this request, you helped me get over a period of writers block.