Shocker at the Locker!!!

Brandi soon earned her orange belt, but couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and confusion as she continued to spar against Regina in Jiu-Jitsu. No matter how hard she trained, no matter how many techniques she mastered, Regina always seemed to get the better of her. Brandi couldn't help but notice the difference in their physical attributes. Regina, with her lean, muscular build, seemed to have a natural advantage in strength and durability.

But physical attributes alone couldn't explain the gap between their abilities. Brandi began to analyze their sparring sessions more closely, trying to decipher Regina's advantage. She seemed to anticipate Brandi's every move, countering her efforts with ease. Brandi also couldn't ignore the way Regina treated her outside of their sparring sessions. Despite the constant beatings, Brandi refused to give up.

As Brandi continued to train, she couldn't help but notice the way Regina seemed to watch her with a mixture of desire and contempt. It was during their grappling sessions that Brandi felt Regina's touch the most. As they struggled against each other, Regina's strong, muscular body would sometimes graze against Brandi's, sending shivers down her spine. Occasionally, Regina's hand would brush against her chest, or her arm would linger on her thigh for a second too long.

The more she observed, the more she realized that Regina's physical attraction to her was undeniable. Brandi couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of arousal and revulsion. On one hand, she was flattered by Regina's physical interest, but on the other, she couldn't understand why Regina would treat her so cruelly while still showing such an intense attraction.

Off the mat, Regina's behavior only added to the confusion. She would call Brandi derogatory names, laugh at her failures, and mock her for not being able to keep up with her. It was a toxic and frustrating environment, but Brandi couldn't help but wonder if there was some hidden meaning behind Regina's cruelty. Perhaps Regina felt threatened by Brandi's potential, or maybe she was dealing with some deep seated insecurities.

Brandi entered the locker room the next day, feeling anticipation for the training session that awaited her. The air was thick with the scents of sweat and muscle, and the sound of lockers opening and slamming shut filled the room. Brandi noticed Regina and gave her a lukewarm greeting as she began to change. Regina grunted in response, her back to Brandi as she pulled on a pair of black leggings.

Brandi couldn't help but notice the outline of something beneath the fabric, and as Regina turned around, Brandi's eyes widened in shock. "Um... Regina, I didn't know you had a... I mean," Brandi stuttered, her face flushing red.

"What's the matter, Brandi? You've never seen a girl with a dick before?" Regina called out, her voice laced with a mix of arrogance and boredom. "Don't be such a transphobic T.E.R.F." Brandi felt cheated, as if Regina had been playing her this entire time. She couldn't help but wonder if other people knew about Regina's secret.

Brandi swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. "It's just that I thought you were a woman," Brandi's anger churned inside her, fueled by a mix of frustration, humiliation, and resentment. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed Regina's secret before. It all made sense now: Regina's strength, her stamina, the way she dominated their grappling sessions.

Regina raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "Well, I am, but I also have a little something extra. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you saw it," she teased, gesturing to the impressive bulge between her legs. Brandi couldn't help but compare it to her boyfriend Kyle's. Regina's was undoubtedly larger, thicker, and more intimidating. A wave of curiosity washed over her, and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have Regina's manhood inside her.

Brandi also couldn't shake the fear that lingered in the back of her mind. She knew all too well about the consequences of speaking out against transgender athletes, with those who opposed trans athletes being branded as transphobes and bigots. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being cheated, that the playing field was far from level. However, she couldn't risk her reputation, her career, and her future over something that, in the grand scheme of things, was just a sport.

Brandi couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for even considering protesting Regina's presence in their sport. After all, she had read the articles, watched the documentaries, and heard the experts. They all said the same thing: women in sports should simply learn to lose gracefully to trans women. She realized that she had a choice to make. Brandi gritted her teeth, her determination reigniting. She had come too far to let Regina's secret derail her. She would give it her all, no matter the cost, because to do anything less would be to admit defeat, and she refused to do that.