Scenario:Robert Wriston Becomes a Leader of a All Female Soriority. They had Wear Pink or you were Kicked out. Robert had Curly Blonde Hair and a Pink Blouse and Long Pink Skirt. Ok Girls, Let's recruit some Boys to become us. And we set out on the Campus of Michigan in Ann Arbor.
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Robert Wriston Becomes a Leader of a All Female Soriority. They had Wear Pink or you were Kicked out. Robert had Curly Blonde Hair and a Pink Blouse and Long Pink Skirt. Ok Girls, Let's recruit some Boys to become us. And we set out on the Campus of Michigan in Ann Arbor.
I am the leader of an allfemale soriority.
We had one rule: if you didn't wear pink, you were kicked out.
Every single girl in my sorority had curly blonde hair and wore the same outfit as me: a pink blouse, long pink skirt, and white knee-high socks.
Yes, I am male.
But I am a great leader, and they like having me as their leader even though I am a man.
"Ok girls," I said.
"Now that we are all here, it's time for us to go get boys to join our soriority."
Everyone cheered.
Then we set off on our journey across the campus of the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor.
As soon as students saw all of us together, they were shocked.
Mostly boys stopped to stare at us as we walked by.
Some boys tried to talk to us, but we ignored them.
We were looking for the right boys to ask to our sorority.
"Who do you think we should ask," Sarah Jennings asked me.
Anybody who asks us," I said.
"Everybody is welcome to join our soriority."
Sarah Jennings was very happy to hear that.
"We should wait and see what we can find," I said.
As we continued our walk, we saw groups of boys gathered near the library.
They were staring at us.
I got an idea.
"Let's hold an open invitation event," I said to Emily.
Emily was a great talker and would be perfect for this.
We quickly brainstormed a plan.
We would have a casual gathering with music and snacks to show people that we were a welcoming sorority.
Sarah was excited to handle decorations, which would include pink banners and balloons.
We split up to start working on the event, planning to meet back up by evening.
As the evening approached, I stood with Emily and Sarah by the library, overseeing the final touches.
The pink banners fluttered in the breeze, and balloons bobbed gently.
Emily was chatting with a group of students who were curious about our event.
She had a way of making people feel welcome and included.
Sarah was arranging snacks on a table, her enthusiasm infectious.
As we worked, more and more students gathered around us, intrigued by our unusual invitation.
A few boys stood at the edge of the crowd, looking unsure but also interested.
I noticed them and walked over to where they were standing.
I smiled warmly and handed them each a pink flyer.
"Join us," I said confidently.
They exchanged glances, then nodded and accepted the flyers.
Their initial hesitation gave way to smiles as they read the invitation.
I smiled back and gestured for them to join us.
They did, mingling with the other students and enjoying the snacks and music.
I returned to Emily and Sarah, feeling pleased with how our event was unfolding.
The sorority was no longer just a spectacle; it was a movement.