(18+!)
Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
As they returned to Savannah's apartment, the reality of what was coming next weighed heavily on Blake's mind. He knew Savannah had something planned, and the look of anticipation on her face only heightened his anxiety. Inside the apartment, Savannah wasted no time, handing Blake a tight sports bra and leggings.
"Put these on," she instructed, her voice brooking no argument. Blake took the clothes, his hands trembling slightly as he changed. The sports bra fit snugly, accentuating the small but noticeable swell of his chest. The leggings clung to his body like a second skin, highlighting every curve and leaving little to the imagination.
Savannah's eyes roved over him appraisingly. "Perfect. Now, we're going to the gym."
Blake's heart sank. The gym meant returning to campus, facing people who might recognize him. The thought of being seen like this, so exposed and vulnerable, was terrifying. But he knew better than to argue with Savannah. He followed her out of the apartment, each step feeling like he was walking deeper into a nightmare.
The campus gym was bustling with activity, students milling about, chatting, and working out. As they entered, Blake felt a wave of panic. This was his first time back on campus since the transformation had begun, and the fear of recognition loomed large. He kept his head down, hoping to avoid any familiar faces.
But as they moved through the gym, something unexpected happened. While plenty of guys stared at him, their eyes lingering on his revealing sports bra and tight leggings, none of them seemed to recognize him. Blake felt a strange mix of relief and humiliation. The attention was both thrilling and degrading, but the lack of recognition stung. He was a stranger in his own world, unrecognized and unseen.
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Savannah led him to a crowded area, mirrors and weights and machines and tons of men, everywhere. "We'll start with some stretches."
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Blake followed her lead, trying to focus on the exercises rather than the eyes he felt on him. Savannah guided him through a series of stretches, her hands occasionally correcting his posture, her touch sending shivers through his body. The sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, was overwhelming, but there was no escape.
