Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 9: New Rules

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Savannah's smile widened. "We're going to set some new rules, and then we're going out. I want you to get dressed in the outfit I've laid out for you. But first, let's talk about what it means to be Brooke."

She led him to the living room, where she took a seat on the couch and gestured for him to sit across from her. Blake obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest as he faced her.

"From now on," Savannah began, her voice calm but authoritative, "you will no longer be known as Blake. Your new name is Brooke. You are a girl now, in every way that matters."

Blake's stomach twisted with anxiety. The physical changes had rocked him to his core, but this was a step too far. "No," he said, shaking his head. "No way. The sex is fun, being underneath you in bed is one thing, and I love that but outside? I can't do that."

Savannah's eyes narrowed, her tone dropping to a dangerously calm level. "Look at yourself, Brooke. This is who you are now. The changes are irreversible. You need to accept that."

Blake stood up, his body trembling with a mix of anger and fear. "I don't care what you say. I'm not doing this. You can't make me live like this outside of your apartment. This is too much."

Savannah rose to her feet, stepping closer to him, her gaze never leaving his. "You don't have a choice, Brooke. This is your reality now. You need to embrace it, or you will be punished. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you."

Blake clenched his fists, his mind racing. He had been pushed and pulled, transformed and dominated, but this was a line he wasn't ready to cross. "I said no, Savannah. I can't do it. The bedroom is one thing, but my entire life? No."

Savannah sighed, a look of disappointment crossing her face. "You're still fighting it, I see. Well, Brooke, you'll learn. One way or another, you will learn to accept who you are. You've come too far to turn back now."

Blake's defiance wavered as Savannah's words sank in. The reality of his situation loomed over him like a dark cloud. He had already lost so much of himself. How much more could he give up? As he stood there, trembling with the weight of his new reality, he realized that the battle within him was far from over.

Savannah's expression softened slightly as she placed a hand on his cheek. "I know this is hard for you, but I'm here to help you through it. Trust me, Brooke. You'll find that this new life can be fulfilling and even enjoyable if you let it."

Blake looked into her eyes, the conflict within him raging. He wanted to resist, to reclaim his old self, but the touch of Savannah's hand, the gentleness in her voice, made it so hard to hold on to that defiance. "What do you want me to do?" he asked again, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Savannah smiled gently, brushing a tear from his cheek. "Get dressed, and we'll take it one step at a time. The outfit is in the bedroom. We're going to get more, your chest is too cute not to show off with bras that actually fit."

Blake nodded reluctantly, feeling a mix of dread and reluctant anticipation. He walked to the bedroom, each step a reminder of his transformed body. He picked up the outfit Savannah had laid out—a delicate, cute floral dress. He hesitated for a moment, then began to change.

As he tried and failed to pull the delicate dress over his transformed body, he found himself struggling. The fabric clung to his curves, and he couldn't quite get it to sit right. Frustration and humiliation bubbled up within him as he tugged and adjusted the dress, feeling more helpless than ever.