Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 6: Unveiling

Blake stirred in the early morning light, a heavy sense of unease pressing down on him. His body felt strange, unfamiliar, as if it no longer belonged to him. He slowly sat up, the covers slipping off to reveal a thinner, less muscular frame. Panic began to bubble up inside him as the memories of the past days, and especially last night, flooded back.

Next to him, Savannah woke up, stretching leisurely. Her eyes landed on Blake, and a wide, triumphant smile spread across her face. She laughed, a sound that was both melodic and tinged with satisfaction. "Good morning, Blake," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

Blake turned to her, his confusion and fear evident. "Savannah, what's going on? What have you done to me?"

Savannah's laughter grew, filling the room. She sat up, pulling the sheet around her and fixing him with a look of pure delight. "Oh Blake, this is too perfect. You really have no idea, do you?"

Blake's heart pounded in his chest. "No idea about what? Tell me what's happening!"

"In all the months you've been flirting with me, not once did you ask about who I am, what I care about, or even what I study. So I did what I do really fucking well-- I did some research. For years now, you've been so wrapped up in following your dick wherever it pointed, taking and taking without ever giving back. Countless women, many of whom I imagine you don't even remember their names."

Blake's confusion deepened, but he remained silent, listening intently.

"I transferred here to get access to more undergraduate research opportunities, thank you for asking" Savannah continued, her voice steady and confident. "I'm double majoring in biomedical engineering and microbiology. I've been working on a project with a group of other students—something groundbreaking."

Blake's eyes widened in shock and realization began to dawn. "If you would have asked, just once, I would have told you," Savannah said, her tone softening slightly. "But you were so wrapped up in yourself, you never figured it out."

"What project?" Blake whispered, dread creeping into his voice.

Savannah's smile turned wicked. "A project involving genetic manipulation and hormonal reconfiguration. We've been developing a fast-acting hormone therapy with some very interesting results. And you, Blake, became the perfect test subject."

Blake's breath caught in his throat. "What have you done to me?" he repeated, his voice trembling.

Savannah gestured towards the bathroom. "Go look in the mirror."

With a growing sense of dread, Blake stumbled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. Blake stood frozen in front of the mirror, his mind struggling to comprehend the image staring back at him. His reflection was a far cry from the powerful, muscular athlete he had been. His once prominent Adam's apple was now barely visible, its sharp definition smoothed away, giving his neck a more delicate appearance. The absence of this masculine feature left him feeling exposed and vulnerable, a stark reminder of the changes that had overtaken his body.

His eyes moved down to his chest, where the most shocking transformation had taken place. The muscles he had painstakingly built over years of intense training were gone, replaced by a softer, more feminine contour. There was a slight but undeniable swell of breasts, the skin taut and unfamiliar. Blake's hands trembled as he touched them, the sensation alien and disconcerting. He felt a pang of panic and confusion, unable to reconcile this new reality with his former self.

His shoulders, once broad and powerful, had narrowed significantly, giving him a more slender and less imposing silhouette. The tapering of his torso was accentuated by the widening of his hips, which now flared out in a distinctly feminine curve. He turned slightly, viewing his profile in the mirror, and the change was even more pronounced. The strong, V-shaped physique he had prided himself on was completely gone, replaced by softer lines and curves.