Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 7: Conflicted

Blake stumbled out of Savannah's apartment, his mind in turmoil. The world outside seemed too bright, too loud, and he felt exposed in a way he never had before. The changes to his body were undeniable, and the weight of Savannah's revelations pressed down on him like a leaden shroud. His first instinct was to find Dominic, to seek solace and understanding from his closest friend, but the thought of facing Dominic, of revealing what had happened, was too much to bear.

Instead, Blake found himself wandering aimlessly through the campus until he reached his own apartment. The familiar surroundings offered no comfort. He locked the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed, his mind racing with a mixture of fear, anger, and confusion.

Throughout the day, Blake tried to distract himself with mundane tasks. He paced the room, tried to read, attempted to watch TV, but nothing could keep his mind from returning to his altered reflection and the haunting words of Savannah. The more he tried to push the thoughts away, the more insistent they became.

As the hours dragged on, new, intrusive thoughts began to creep into his mind. Feminine thoughts, alien and unwelcome.

"Stop it," he muttered to himself, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes as if to block out the visions. But the thoughts persisted, seeping into his consciousness like an insidious whisper. He couldn't stop his brain from imagining the sensation of makeup on his skin, the tickle of mascara on his eyelashes, and the smooth glide of lipstick over his lips.

"No," he said aloud, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "This isn't me. This can't be me."

Blake tried to focus on his old life, on his dreams of going pro, of dominating on the tennis court. But every time he conjured up those images, they were overshadowed by the reality of his transformed body. His muscles, once a source of pride and strength, were soft and diminished. His chest, with its budding swell, was living proof of what he had lost.

The intrusive thoughts continued to haunt him, growing stronger as the day wore on. Suddenly, he couldn't stop his brain from imagining shopping for clothes, choosing delicate fabrics and pretty colors.

And his brain liked it. A lot.

Long nails, dressing up, lingerie, high heels, manicures, ball gowns, pedicures, jewelry--why was it all so plastic? Fake? Part of him craved being pampered, taken care of, luxurious baths with scented soaps and candles, someone's hands all over him.

The rest of him warred against the thoughts, how wrong and foreign they all were...but it was an increasingly uphill battle. Every time he successfully suppressed one of those ideas, it bubbled back up, stronger than it had been before.

By late afternoon, Blake was exhausted from the mental battle. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a sense of helplessness he had never known. The intrusive thoughts had shaken him to his core, challenging everything he believed about himself. He knew he couldn't hide forever, but the thought of facing the world, of facing Dominic, was overwhelming.

Blake lay on his bed, the shadows deepening around him as the sun set. His mind continued to war with itself, for hours, endlessly and violently. Just as he began to drift into a fitful doze, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Savannah's name on the screen.

Curiosity and dread mingled as he opened the message. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the series of photos she had sent. Savannah, in various states of undress, posed seductively on her bed. Each image was more tantalizing than the last, her body artfully displayed.

If you want to see more, come over, the accompanying message read.

Blake's mind raced, the images burning into his memory. He could almost feel the heat of her skin, hear the whisper of her breath against his ear. He flashed back to the nights of intense, mind-blowing sex they had shared, his body responding to the memories with a primal hunger. But alongside the desire was the stark reality of what those encounters had cost him. Each time he had given in, the changes had accelerated, transforming him further from the man he had been.

His hands trembled as he held the phone, staring at the photos. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to resist, to stay away, to protect what little remained of his former self. But the pull of Savannah, the allure of her body and the intoxicating power she wielded over him, was too strong.

"Damn it," he muttered, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his desire. The war within him was fierce, but in the end, the need to see her, to feel her, to lose himself in her once more, was overwhelming.

Blake stood up, his legs unsteady. He couldn't bring himself to say no. The thought of resisting was unbearable, the need to experience her touch again overpowering his better judgment. With a sense of inevitability, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

The walk to Savannah's apartment was a blur. His mind was a whirlwind of fear, anger, and anticipation. He knew what was at stake, knew that every step he took was leading him further away from his old life and deeper into the unknown. But the thought of turning back, of denying himself the pleasure he craved, was impossible.

When he reached her door, he paused, his hand hovering over the handle. For a brief moment, he considered walking away, fighting the urge and preserving what little he had left. But then he remembered the feel of her body, the taste of her lips, and all his resistance melted away.

Blake knocked, and almost immediately, the door swung open. Savannah stood there, wearing nothing but a sultry smile and a sheer, lace robe that left little to the imagination. Her eyes sparkled with triumph and desire.

"Glad you could make it," she said, stepping aside to let him in.

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but he,,,he cant stop,,,,

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