Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 22: The Week Before

The days leading up to the weekend retreat were a whirlwind of preparation, with Brooke's every thought and action consumed by the desire to look her absolute best. The retreat was all she could think about, the anticipation of spending an unsupervised weekend with Dominic fueling an obsession that grew stronger with each passing hour. This wasn't just about looking good—it was about making sure that when Dominic saw her, he wouldn't be able to think of anything else.

Brooke's first priority was shopping. She spent hours combing through the racks of the most exclusive boutiques, searching for the perfect outfits that would showcase her evolving style and figure. Every piece of clothing she selected had to be just right, from the delicate lace lingerie that would hug her curves in all the right places, to the sundresses that clung softly to her body, giving off an air of effortless allure. She chose flirty skirts that flared just enough to show off her legs and tops that revealed just the right amount of skin, knowing that each item would help her craft the image she wanted Dominic to see—an image of playful seduction and undeniable confidence.

But Brooke's preparation went far beyond clothing. She was meticulous in every detail, starting with her nails. She booked an appointment at the best salon in the city, spending hours choosing the perfect shade of polish, a glossy pink that complemented her outfits and caught the light with every flick of her fingers. The acrylic nails were long and perfectly shaped, giving her hands a delicate, feminine appearance that she knew would be impossible to ignore. As she watched the nail technician work, she imagined how Dominic's eyes might follow the movement of her fingers, how he might be drawn to the way her nails looked against his skin.

Next, she turned her attention to her hair. Brooke spent an entire day at the salon, ensuring that every strand was treated, trimmed, and styled to perfection. Her hair was a key part of her allure, and she wanted it to be flawless. She opted for soft waves that framed her face beautifully, adding just the right amount of volume and movement. The final result was exactly what she had envisioned—a hairstyle that made her feel both glamorous and approachable, something that would catch Dominic's eye and hold his attention.

Even her skincare routine became an essential part of her preparation. Brooke indulged in facials, body scrubs, and moisturizing treatments, leaving her skin glowing and silky smooth. She wanted every inch of her body to be irresistible, and she knew that the soft, touchable feel of her skin would be a crucial element in making that happen. As she smoothed lotion over her arms and legs each night, she fantasized about Dominic's hands running over her, about how he might react to the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

Yet, as much as Brooke focused on her appearance, her thoughts were increasingly dominated by one thing: Dominic. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she imagined how he would see her, how he might be captivated by the way she moved, the way she smiled. The thought of him, his strong arms and broad shoulders, the way he had looked at her during the massage, filled her mind constantly. It wasn't just about the retreat anymore—it was about Dominic, about making him notice her, want her, the way she so desperately wanted him.

These thoughts soon became an obsession. Every time she was alone, her mind would drift to Dominic, her fantasies growing more vivid, more intense. She pictured him at the retreat, catching her eye across the room, the two of them slipping away for a moment alone. She imagined his hands on her body, the way he might pull her close, his breath hot against her neck. The more she thought about it, the more real it felt, and the more she craved it.

Masturbation became a frequent outlet, a way for Brooke to release the tension that was building inside her. Each time, she would close her eyes and let her fantasies take over, imagining Dominic's hands on her, his voice whispering in her ear, the heat of his body against hers. The pleasure was intense, a brief but powerful escape from the relentless desire that consumed her. Yet, no matter how satisfying it was, it was never enough. Each climax only served to deepen her obsession, to fuel the hunger that was growing inside her.