Princess of the Hostel - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Raj-now completely subjugated as "Rani"-woke up to the vibration of a phone placed beside his makeshift bed in Kavya's room. The screen displayed a message: "Wake up, Rani. Your morning chores await." The clock read 3:30 a.m. His heart sank.
Beside the phone lay the uniform they had set out for him: a sheer baby-blue nightie trimmed with white lace, complete with a matching lacy white thong and bra. The humiliating outfit was non-negotiable. He slipped into the lingerie, adjusting the bra straps so they didn't dig painfully into his skin, before pulling the flimsy nightie over his head. The airy fabric clung to his body, exposing more than it covered.
As he stumbled out into the corridor, the jingling anklets he'd been forced to wear announced his every step.
Chores and Teasing
The girls had given Raj a long and humiliating list of tasks to complete-starting with polishing their shoes and ironing their college outfits. Dressed in Kavya's sheer baby-blue nightie trimmed with white lace, which barely reached mid-thigh, he knelt in the common area, head bowed as his trembling hands scrubbed their footwear. The matching lace panties peeked out every time he moved, much to the amusement of the girls who lingered around, preparing for their day.
Kavya sauntered in first, dressed casually but perfectly in a fitted crop top that flaunted her toned stomach and high-waisted denim shorts. A hint of her floral lace bra was visible beneath the strap, adding an effortless charm that made Raj's humiliation sting even deeper. She carried her black stilettos-the same ones she'd worn to a party last week-and dropped them in front of him with a smirk.
"Good morning, Rani," she said, her tone syrupy sweet but mocking. "Look at you, hard at work while the rest of us get ready for college. Isn't it cute? You've taken so well to being the hostel's personal little maid."
Neha appeared next, adjusting the straps of her red bra beneath a loose tank top, paired with snug cotton shorts that barely covered her. She leaned against the wall, watching Raj with an amused grin. "Maybe Rani doesn't need college," she teased. "She's clearly found her calling-scrubbing shoes and looking like a cheap doll. Kavya, you should be proud. She's putting all your old clothes to good use."
Kavya bent down, lifting Raj's chin with a finger, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. "Speaking of clothes, I hope my nightie isn't too uncomfortable, Rani. I noticed you fidgeting in those panties earlier." She giggled, watching his face flush bright red. "What's wrong? Is the lace too scratchy for your delicate little body? Or do you just love the way it hugs your... not-so-boyish curves?"
Neha laughed, twirling her sandal in her hand. "Actually, maybe Rani's mom and sister should give her a few tips. Imagine if they saw her now-on her knees, polishing our shoes, wearing Kavya's lingerie. I bet they'd be so proud."
Kavya placed her foot on his shoulder, pushing him back slightly. "Don't slack off now, or you know what's next. The thong punishment still hasn't been properly earned, has it, girls?"
Raj swallowed hard, picking up Neha's sandals as she tossed them carelessly toward him. He scrubbed the straps, his humiliation palpable.
As the girls finished getting ready, they grabbed their backpacks and purses, the final touch of perfumes filling the air. Before leaving, Kavya dangled the keys to the room in front of Raj.
"We'll be off now. Try not to mess anything up, Rani. We wouldn't want your punishment duties to double when we return." Her voice lowered, taking on a mock-serious tone. "And don't even think of stepping out of here. A pretty little maid like you doesn't belong outside with the boys and girls going to college. You're right where you should be-in my clothes, serving us."
As the door shut behind them, Raj collapsed to the floor, his knees aching. The anklets tied around his feet jingled softly with every move, a constant reminder of his subjugation. The rest of the hostel woke to the vibrant hum of students heading out for another day of lectures and socializing, but for Raj, life had become nothing but an endless spiral of lace, satin, and disgrace.
Humiliation Escalates: Comparisons with Family
Next day
By mid-morning, the girls had assembled for their next phase of taunting. Kavya sat with her legs crossed on a couch, sipping tea. "You know," she began, her tone conversational but razor-sharp, "Rani here could learn a thing or two from his sister. Doesn't she wear sarees beautifully for family functions?"
Raj froze, his hand trembling as he folded Kavya's saree for ironing.
Neha chimed in, "Oh, totally. Your sister's Instagram pictures are gorgeous. Such poise, such grace. Too bad her brother is crawling around in lingerie, trying to imitate her."
Kavya grinned wickedly. "Actually, why don't we teach Rani to wear a saree just like his sister? Maybe he can even take her place next time there's a puja at home."
The girls burst into laughter. Raj's humiliation deepened as they fetched a vibrant red saree with intricate golden embroidery-a traditional outfit that reminded him of his sister's wardrobe.
"You'll need matching lingerie," Neha said, tossing a strapless bra and a pair of silk panties onto the ironing board. "Go on, Rani. Show us you've got what it takes to be the perfect daughter."
Ruined Dreams and Public Shaming
Raj's academic life spiraled into complete and irreversible chaos. Kavya had already sown the seeds of destruction, spreading vile rumors throughout the campus that he was skipping classes to "serve girls in their hostel like a desperate little sissy maid." The whispers morphed into full-blown stories, painting him as a perverted oddity. Professors began to take notice, their glares heavy with disapproval during lectures. Soon, his name was whispered in faculty rooms, tarnished with baseless tales of improper behavior.
Kavya escalated things further. She forced Raj to miss not just any test but his mid-semester exam-crucial for retaining his scholarship. Locked in the hostel under her strict command, he spent the exam day in her clothes, handwashing her delicate lingerie while she lounged nearby, mocking his every move.
"Face it, Rani," she sneered, reclining lazily on her bed while filing her nails. "You're a complete failure. You'll never graduate, let alone become an engineer. But as a maid? You're perfect. Maybe I'll recommend you to one of my friends' families. I hear they're looking for a live-in maid who already knows how to wear women's clothes."
Raj's stomach twisted, his trembling hands scrubbing Kavya's lace bras and panties in a bucket as tears stung his eyes. Each piece of her intimate clothing symbolized his shattered future.
Adding insult to injury, Neha chimed in, her laughter cruel and biting. "Imagine if your mother hired a maid like you for her own house," she teased. "She could teach you how to clean properly and even how to pleat her sarees. I'm sure she'd be so proud of her son-turned-servant."
The ultimate humiliation came at the hands of Riya, a fresh-faced first-year student-a junior to Raj but clearly emboldened by the stories circulating about him. She barged into the room one evening, clutching a pile of her own clothes.
"Kavya told me about our special 'maid' here," Riya said smugly, her voice dripping with condescension. "These need to be handwashed by tomorrow morning. And don't you dare use the washing machine, Rani. I expect everything to be spotless."
Raj looked at her, his heart sinking deeper into despair. A first-year girl-a newcomer to the college-now treated him like a lowly servant. He was a senior in title, but in reality, he had no shred of authority left.
"Oh, and don't forget to iron my kurti afterward," Riya added, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Imagine if the dean saw you like this-kneeling in a maid's uniform, washing my bras. You'd never recover. Not that you will, anyway. Your future's already dead."
Her words stabbed at his very soul. He felt his chest tighten as the reality sunk in: his career, his pride, his identity-all annihilated, piece by humiliating piece. Even if he escaped the clutches of these tormentors, the rumors, the academic failures, and the trauma would follow him, leaving him no path forward. Life as he knew it was over.
The Final Blow: Rani Becomes Property
By the end of the month, Raj had become the girls' unofficial maid and plaything. Each night, they dressed him in revealing lingerie and sheer robes before sending him out to complete humiliating tasks. On particularly cruel nights, they gathered in the common area to watch as he carried out their orders.
"Don't slouch, Rani," Kavya called one evening, watching as he swept the floor in a short maid's outfit and stockings. "You're supposed to represent the dignity of this hostel."
The worst came during another late-night party. Raj was paraded in front of seniors, dressed in an ultra-tight pencil skirt, heels, and a lacy white blouse over a push-up bra.
"See how pretty he looks now?" Kavya announced proudly. "This is what happens when boys try to infiltrate our space. They become girls."
Radhika, a senior who had enjoyed tormenting him at the previous party, leaned back and snapped her fingers. "Serve me, Rani. And do it properly this time. On your knees."
The other girls roared with laughter as Raj obeyed, crawling on the floor as his bells jingled.
Trapped Forever
By the end of the night, Kavya sealed Raj's fate with a devastating blow. She knelt beside him as he sat trembling on the cold floor, still dressed in her lacy pink nightgown, with the matching panties tight and humiliating against his skin. Her phone glowed ominously in her hand, displaying a carefully edited reel of his most degrading moments-twirling in lingerie, scrubbing her shoes, and trembling under the weight of her humiliations.
"This isn't going anywhere, Rani," Kavya whispered, her voice dripping with malice, her eyes alight with cruel satisfaction. "If you ever think you can escape, just remember..." She tapped play on the video. The footage of Raj posing seductively in her bra and panties filled the screen, interspersed with shots of him crying as the girls laughed. "Your little secret is one click away from ruining you forever. So, you'd better stay here and keep working. Who knows? Maybe you'll become an even prettier girl than your sister."
The room erupted into fits of mocking laughter, the girls clinking their coffee mugs as if to toast his complete humiliation. Raj, paralyzed by shame, could only sit and listen, his head bowed as tears rolled down his cheeks, the bells on his anklets chiming softly with every shiver of his defeated body.
The nightmare only worsened the next morning when the faculty summoned his parents to the college. Raj sat outside the dean's office, humiliated and terrified, squirming in discomfort as the shawl he'd hastily thrown over himself failed to fully conceal his humiliating attire. Beneath it, he was dressed in one of Kavya's floral nightgowns, the silky material clinging to his body, accentuating his emasculated state. The thin straps of a matching lace bra peeked out from the neckline, and the satin panties, embroidered with "Queen," chafed against his trembling thighs. His feet, encased in Kavya's fluffy pink slippers, completed the mortifying ensemble. The faint jingling of the anklets Kavya had forced him to wear earlier served as a cruel reminder of his degraded position. Inside, his parents listened in horror as the faculty, heavily influenced by Kavya's version of events, laid out a fabricated tale of Raj's behavior: sneaking into the girls' hostel, wearing their lingerie, and displaying "unbecoming" conduct unbecoming of a student.
"This is outrageous," the dean declared, her voice icy. "We cannot allow such disgraceful acts to tarnish our college's reputation. To prevent this incident from escalating further, we have decided on a resolution. Raj will remain in the hostel as a permanent helper, under the supervision of these girls. His academic career is hereby terminated. Your son is no longer a student at this institution."
Raj's mother stormed out of the office, her fury palpable. The moment her eyes met Raj's, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face so hard that the shawl slipped from his shoulders, exposing the nightgown beneath.
"You've brought shame to this family, you disgusting creature!" she screamed, her voice quivering with rage and disgust. Her eyes scanned his humiliating attire, lingering on the bra straps that barely rested on his thin shoulders. "Wearing lingerie? Sneaking into girls' rooms? What is wrong with you? I didn't raise a son-I raised a disgrace!"
"Mom, please, it's not true-" Raj tried to protest, only to feel his father's intense, cold glare pierce through him.
"Shut your mouth!" his father barked. He looked at Raj like he was something less than human, something unworthy of even the slightest sympathy. "You're not my son. We've sacrificed so much for your education, and this is how you repay us? Parading around like some pathetic maid? Don't even think about coming home. You're dead to us."
Raj's sister approached him, sneering as she surveyed his humiliating appearance. Her expression radiated a mix of amusement and disdain as she reached over, hooking her finger under his bra strap and pulling it back before letting it snap against his skin.
"Honestly, this explains a lot," she said mockingly, crossing her arms. "All those times I caught you looking at my wardrobe-this is what you wanted, wasn't it? You always were a freak. At least you're finally living up to it. A maid, huh? That's about all you're good for. Maybe I should have you wash my clothes before I leave, too."
Raj flushed crimson as Kavya and her friends walked by, pausing just long enough to soak in the scene. "Don't worry, Auntie," Kavya said with mock concern to his mother. "We'll take good care of Rani. We'll make sure she learns her proper place."
His mother shook her head and turned away in disgust, muttering, "I can't even look at him anymore."
With one final glare, his parents walked out of the college, their footsteps echoing like the sound of doors slamming shut on his life. His sister followed, pausing just long enough to smirk. "Good luck scrubbing floors, Rani. You're on your own."
The dean handed him a sealed envelope, her expression stern. "These are your new responsibilities," she said curtly. "You will report directly to the girls. Any insubordination will not be tolerated."
Raj felt the world closing in on him as he stood there, clad in Kavya's humiliating clothes, stripped of his dignity, his family, and even his future. The cruel laughter from nearby echoed in his ears, a reminder that from this day forward, he was nothing more than their powerless plaything.
"Well, looks like the faculty and your parents are on our side," Kavya said sweetly, holding up the keys to the supply closet. "Welcome to your new job, Rani. Your uniform's waiting inside. Don't forget to press our dresses and polish our shoes by evening-or else."
Raj's last ounce of dignity shattered as the reality of his new life sank in. Trapped in Kavya's clothes, humiliated by his family, and forced into servitude under the very girls who had destroyed him, there was no escape. He shuffled away, the swish of the satin against his legs and the chime of his anklets mocking him with every step. Tears blurred his vision as he opened the supply closet, ready to accept the uniform that would seal his fate forever as their obedient little maid.