5 years ago, as a freshman at a Northeast college, I pledged a few fraternities. As a square peg all my life, shy and awkward, I figured this would be a good thing. I was rejected by 2 frats after humiliating initiation rituals / hazings. The 3rd try, the task was I was dressed in a pink ballerina outfit, with pink ruffled panties and pink high heels. I was gagged and my hands and ankles tied and left on the porch of a black sorority. To my horror a few of the sisters answered the door and started teasing and laughing at me. Struggling and mortified, they brought me inside, and 2 dozen black women teased the crap out of me. Maybe a 1/2 hour later, they untied me and actually spoke to me. They were very nice. I admitted wearing the ballerina outfit wasnt so bad, it was the humiliation. They called my frat to tell them they had their pledge, and interestingly, told the rush chairman I was very nice and quite 'hot' in my tutu! I found out these sorority sisters were actually quite friendly and engaging, and they thought I was nice too. They fed me and gave me some jeans and a tshirt to wear back to the dorm. They then basically said "Dont be a stranger... we dont bite! And let us know if I made the frat." I was rejected for the frat, and later that day ran into 3 of the sisters on the campus. We talked, and they were very nice to me. They also pointed out that 3 frats rejected me maybe because I never really had a chance. I wasnt the frat type. They did say that of all the pledges they had dumped on them, I was different. A few days later they call me and invite me to the sororoty house that evening. To my surprise, they offered to make me an unofficial sorority sister! They wanted to do something different, and thought I was worthy of being part of them. Part of me thought "You're kidding, I'm a white man!" But the other part felt honored to be asked, even tho I'd be a "sister" to an all black house. They did say that I would have to dress like a girl during official sorortiy functions/ parties/ mixers, and after some prodding I admitted I liked dressing like a chick. I accepted their offer! My oath was the next night with 3 new female pledges. We wore cheerleader outfits in the sorority colors. I had to kiss everyone's feet in an act of subservience, and it was official - I was a sorority sister. And my sorority name, since I'm white, would be 'Mariah' (for Ms Carey). It was the best thing I ever did!!! I made lifelong friends, as these were the first large group of people to accept me. It was weird at first, just getting used to all these young Black women as a group. And being the hot white chick at their parties.... and the fact that not many people took issue with my maleness. My folks werent happy about this when they figured out my "frat" was a sorority; 1st bacause they now tought I was gay and a tranny, and 2nd, incredibly, because it was a Black organization. I'm dating one of my sorority sisters, and a totally good that most of my friends are Black. When I needed friends, my Sisters were there for me, and I'm proud when they call me Mariah.