Lucy, the sorority leader, waves a pair of tattered underwear in the air, her expression both weary and indignant. Faces around her reflect the same frustration, some shaking their heads at the growing pile of missing garments.
"We have to do something to stop these raids for good. We're spending more on undies than books,"
Martina, an exchange student from Haiti, stands up, her eyes sparkling with mischief and confidence. She holds up a parchment-like list, inked with strange ingredients.
"Maybe I have a solution," she says, her accent lilting. "We can stop these panty raids for good if only we can get all the ingredients on this list." The ladies exchange skeptical glances, but curiosity quickly overtakes them.
The women work together, giggling nervously as they mash, stir, and measure the ingredients. Martina oversees the concoction, her hands steady and precise. Lightning briefly illuminates the storm outside as the potion bubbles ominously.
"Are we sure this is safe?" someone asks. "Trust me," Martina replies with a sly grin.
The Beta Mu women are hidden behind doors and under stairways, clutching spray bottles filled with Martina’s mysterious mixture. As the boys rush in, the women leap out, unleashing a cloud of potion that glitters strangely in the air.
The boys cough and stumble, their bodies shrinking rapidly, clothes billowing around them until they’re left swimming in oversized shirts and pants.
Lucy strides forward, arms crossed, savoring the turn of events.
"Poor babies," she taunts. "I call you babies because that's what we've turned you into. Now you deserve to be punished for this and past panty raids." The sisters swoop in, picking up each shrunken boy, and swiftly administer a round of spankings to the humiliated intruders.
Lucy grins, distributing bottles to the squirming boys. "As a gesture of Beta Mu hospitality, we now offer you dinner. Now drink up, babies. And if you are good boys afterwards, we might offer you the antidote," she teases.
Martina looks on, puzzled but amused.
"Antidote? I do not understand. What is this thing you call antidote?" The sisters burst into laughter, their victory complete as the boys—now utterly defeated—drink quietly, pondering how to earn their return to normalcy.
