She had worn it on three special occasions and thought this occasion would be the best one it would ever be used for. It was silk, made in a halter st...yle, with a deep v-neck. The A-line skirt was short, ending just below her lace-edged stocking. She slipped it on, and then looked into the mirror one last time, to get the full effect. Admiring her reflection, a Cheshire smile spread across her face. She looked even better in the dress now than she had before. Her curves had matured, filling out. Still, limp waisted, enslaved, nailobsessed, sissy faggots weren't real Men, and no matter how much shewanted to, she couldn't make her sissy sister's pee-pee spurt yummycreamy goo. This made Pansy really, really sad. Pansy wanted to make allpenises spurt cum all over her hands and face, even other sissy faggotslike her. How would Heather's pee-pee squirt if she wasn't allowed topump it the way it clearly needed to be pumped? This was a scary thought.This, in turn, caused Pansy to start bawling. ‘Here… Have a seat, what do you press?’ he asked her as he vacated the bench.‘I really don’t know…’ Samantha said unsurely. ‘I have never had a chance to work out with a bench press.’ Sebastian took a moment to adjust the weights to something less then what he was pressing. ‘We can start light and work you up!’ he said sincerely… ‘How about fifty pounds total, Does that sound all right to you.’ He lifted the bar and set it on the rack. She sat down on the bench and laid back till her head was. Although, I guess not as exciting as the week when I got shot!The weekend promised to be interesting. The girls had a game, and even though I wasn't allowed to play yet, Doctor Chang was coming by the house again, on Sunday. She would have to clear me, then I was supposed to watch the plays, and get a feel for it. I thought it would actually be fun to watch the girls cheering from the sidelines. All three had promised me, however, to skip any after game parties!That plan was sidelined Friday.