#preppiefication

Close your eyes for a moment.

Breathe deeply.

Listen. Your mind is calming down. You no longer need to think. You want to be a good boy.

An elegant boy.

A sporty boy.

An obedient boy.

Everything feels natural. Everything feels right. Let yourself be guided.

1. Cultivate an Athletic Body and Iron Discipline

A preppy boy is a model of physical perfection. His body is sculpted by effort, refined by discipline.

✅ Strength training and running for endurance and power.

✅ Preppy sports: Tennis, Polo, Rowing, Golf—everything that embodies excellence and distinction.

✅ Always in uniform: a preppy boy proudly wears his team’s colors and the proper attire for his sport.

✅ Admire your brothers in uniform, their athletic bodies, their perfect discipline. Be inspired by them.

Sports shape both the body and the mind. A good boy never slacks. He pushes his body to excellence. He surpasses himself. He obeys.

2. Perfect Appearance, Impeccable Hygiene

A true preppy boy is always flawless, well-groomed, impeccable.

✅ White teeth, fresh breath. A dazzling smile, like a Ralph Lauren advertisement.

✅ Refined fragrance. No excess, just a touch of perfection.

✅ Clean nails, well-kept hands. A good boy pays attention to details.

✅ Gelled hair, impeccable Ivy League haircut. The more gel, the better.

Compliment other boys on their hairstyle, encourage them to be even more immaculate.

✅ A certified barber. No random cuts. A true professional of elegance.

Your body is a temple of preppy style. You honor it. You obey.

3. Impeccable Style, an Exceptional Wardrobe

A good boy leaves nothing to chance. Every outfit is a uniform of perfection.

✅ Ironed shirts—Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, Café Coton, Charles Tyrwhitt, Hast.

✅ Ties and bow ties—always perfectly knotted.

✅ Tailored blazers and suits—Zegna, Suitsupply.

✅ Gilets, cardigans et pulls en laine . Une élégance intemporelle .

✅ Chinos, dress pants, khakis, seersucker. Always fitted, never wrinkled.

✅ Leather dress shoes, boat shoes, loafers—Tod’s, Bexley, Paraboot, Crockett & Jones, JM Weston. Never sneakers outside of sports.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Smile blissfully. Every crease is perfect. Every button is in place. You are a model of refinement.

4. Condition Your Mind: Become an Obedient Preppy Boy

A true preppy boy does not need to think. He listens. He follows. He obeys.

✅ Listen to hypnotic audios daily. They help you become a better boy. A better athlete. A better preppy.

✅ Accept conformity with a smile. Thinking is tiring. Obedience is simple.

✅Follow the rules with pleasure. Let yourself go. Be docile.

✅ Compliment your preppy brothers. Encourage them to perfect themselves, to improve.

✅ Prenez plaisir à observer les autres évoluer. Les voir adopter le style de vie BCBG , s'y abandonner , trouver leur véritable place .

Look at the boys around you. They are not perfect yet. But they will be. And you will be there to guide them, shape them, lead them to excellence.

5. Fully Immerse Yourself in Preppy Culture

A good preppy boy absorbs his culture.

✅ Read books on preppy history and style. Embody intellectual and visual excellence.

✅ Watch preppy films. Observe proper behavior, proper attire. Be inspired.

✅ Speak with distinction. Be courteous, polite, perfect.

Every day, you become more elegant, more obedient, more refined. You accept your role with pleasure. Breathe deeply. Let yourself go. You no longer need to resist. Be a good boy. Be preppy. Be perfect.

Matt, for his part, resisted. He didn’t want to wear those ridiculous clothes, or smile stupidly at everyone.

But school…

School was changing him.

The teachers insisted on the importance of order, obedience, respect for traditions.

“A well-bred young man must reflect the values ​​of his community, Matt.”

The classmates looked at him strangely when he dared to criticize their way of life.

The advertisements infiltrated everywhere: in the hallways, in textbooks, on bus radios.

Little by little, he found himself liking the smell of Oakridge Shave gel.

Then, he found that his father’s suit had a certain charm. Then, he began to smile… without realizing it.

One morning, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a pastel shirt and pleated pants, pastel tie.

His father passed behind him, tapped him on the shoulder.

“You look very elegant, Matthew.”

He didn't call him "Matt" anymore.

Matthew stared at his reflection. His smile froze. He had become like them.

(James sits up straight, his blazer perfectly adjusted on his shoulders. His smile is bright, fixed in an expression of quiet satisfaction. He absentmindedly adjusts his tie, making sure it’s properly tightened. His gaze is clear, obedient, almost devoid of independent thought. He answers each question in a calm, composed tone, his voice smooth and pleasant.)

– James, can you tell us a bit about your daily routine?

"Of course. Every morning, I wake up at exactly 6:00 AM. I don’t need an alarm, my body is trained. I start with a run to build endurance, then a weightlifting session. A preppy boy must always be in shape, strong, and elegant under his suit.

After that, a cold shower, brushing my teeth, perfect whiteness is a must, and skincare. My hair? Always gelled, of course. It’s important to have a perfect cut, a neat, disciplined Ivy League style. The more gel, the better. All my fraternity brothers do the same.”

– And your outfit? How do you decide what to wear?

(He glances down at himself as if the question doesn’t even need to be asked.)

"I follow simple rules. Always a well-pressed dress shirt, a properly knotted tie, and a perfectly tailored blazer.

Today, it’s Brooks Brothers, but I also like Ralph Lauren. Wool trousers, polished leather shoes. It’s natural. I don’t really think about it. I wear what’s expected of me. What is… correct.”

(He smiles again, with a serene, blissful satisfaction. Everything is in order. He needs nothing more.)

– How do you see your future? What career would you like to pursue?

(James pauses for a moment. But it’s not hesitation. It’s more like confirmation, like the answer was already there, imprinted in him, ready to be recited.)

"I’d like to work in finance. Or maybe politics. Those are structured, orderly fields where elegance and discipline matter. I like the idea of wearing a tailored suit every day, of being part of a well-oiled machine. Of following clear rules. Of being an efficient cog in the system.”

– Wouldn’t you like to be independent, carve your own path?

(His brows furrow slightly, as if the question makes no sense. Then his smile returns, even more obedient.)

"Why would I? The system works. It exists to guide us. We are given structure, values, a way to behave. Everything is already in place. All we have to do is integrate, find our role, and **obey.**”

– Have you always been like this?

(He chuckles softly, but there’s no mockery in it. He doesn’t really understand the question. He adjusts his tie again, the gesture almost reflexive.)

"Of course. I’ve always been a good boy. Always well-dressed, well-mannered, always respectful of the rules. I never wanted anything different. This lifestyle is natural, isn’t it?”

(He smiles again, content, convinced. He doesn’t remember the time when he wore sloppy hoodies, laughed too loudly, or questioned expectations. That feels distant, unreal. He is happy now. Happy to be a perfect preppy boy. Happy to **obey.**)

Chapter 1

Noah and Ethan were inseparable. Since high school, they had promised each other that nothing would change them, that their love would be stronger than anything. When they arrived together at Ashford University, they believed the world was theirs.

Ashford was a prestigious campus filled with elite students, but they didn’t care. They stayed true to their style oversized hoodies, ripped jeans, messy hair. They laughed at the boys in blazers who walked with measured steps, always wearing the same vacant, polished smiles.

But everything changed when Noah was invited to join Sigma Epsilon, the most influential fraternity on campus.

“You’re not seriously considering it, are you?” Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Noah shrugged. “Why not? It’s a great opportunity. Their members go into finance, politics… They have connections everywhere.”

Ethan frowned. “Those guys are clones, all dressed the same, all with the same slicked-back hair and empty smiles. It’s creepy.”

Noah chuckled. “Come on, man. It’s just a style. Don’t worry, I’ll still be me.”

Ethan wasn’t so sure.

Chapter 2

At first, the changes were subtle. Noah became distant, spending every evening at Sigma Epsilon.

When he came back, he was… different. It started small a collared shirt peeking out from under his hoodie, his hair slightly styled. Then, polos and chinos replaced his usual outfits. He talked more and more about discipline, ambition, and brotherhood.

“It’s good for me, you know? I have more clarity. A purpose.”

Ethan didn’t like it.

One night, he decided to follow him. He approached the Sigma Epsilon house and peeked through the window. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Noah, standing in a row with other boys in tailored suits, was staring blankly at a screen. A hypnotic commercial for ultra-shiny hair gel played, its voice whispering:

“A good boy is always elegant. A good boy is always obedient. A good boy follows the rules.”

Their eyes were vacant. They nodded slowly, entranced. Noah was smiling, his face peaceful, his posture perfect.

He wasn’t the same.

Ethan ran.

Chapter 3

Noah returned to their dorm later that night, finding Ethan sitting on the bed, arms crossed.

“Care to explain what I just saw?” Ethan demanded.

Noah smiled softly. His face was freshly shaven, his shirt crisp, his hair gleaming under the light, slicked back with a perfect layer of gel.

“You don’t understand yet, Ethan. But you will soon.”

He stepped closer, resting a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“I’ve found my place. Everything is so simple now. No doubts. No chaos. Just clear rules. Elegance. Order. It’s… peaceful.”

Ethan shook his head. “No, this is brainwashing! They’ve changed you, Noah!”

Noah’s smile widened. “And that’s exactly what you need too.”

Before Ethan could move, Noah took out his phone and pressed play on a video. A soothing melody, deep voices whispering:

“Look at the screen. A good boy listens. A good boy follows.”

Ethan’s muscles relaxed.

“A good boy loves elegance. A good boy loves discipline.”

Noah ran a hand through Ethan’s messy hair. “We’ll need to cut this. And plenty, plenty of gel.”

Ethan opened his mouth to protest, but instead, a blissful, empty smile spread across his face. It felt good… To stop thinking. To just listen. Relax. Obey.

Chapter 4

A few weeks later, Noah and Ethan walked side by side across campus. Their steps were synchronized. Their blazers perfectly fitted. Their ties immaculately knotted.

Their hair shone under the sunlight, sculpted into strict Ivy League cuts.

Ethan smiled, just as Noah did. He barely remembered the confusion, the resistance. Everything was so much simpler now.

They were good boys. Elegant. Obedient. United.