After all, they do have so much incommon. I mean, besides their names."The two women watched, amused, as the feminized men put their headstogether, ti...tering like a couple of fifteen-year-old girls.Just then the nurse came out and called out the name of the nextpatient."Jenny?" she started, and for a moment both sissies looked upexpectantly. Everyone laughed. And then the nurse said Jeffrey's lastname."Okay Jenny," Alison said. "Time to say goodbye to your little sissyfriend. I'll be sure to. But Dr. Peterson's son Mike was a pleasant surprise. He didn't try to get familiar but was polite and very well mannered. She had checked up on him and he had a slight reputation as a playboy, but usually treated women fairly well. He turned out to be a man of medium height - slightly smaller than her six feet and blonde and slim and very well dressed."Your suit is very nice," she commented."It comes from Saval Row, London," he said with a smile. "Always dress the part, my father always said. I. "All right Sammy. Let me call over there and make sure he's okay, and I'll call you back." Okay Barb. Sorry about this."They finished dressing and went downstairs to the kitchen to make the call to Patty's house. After a couple rings, a voice she didn't recognize as Patty's answered."Hello?" said Collette."Hi, this is Barbara Taylor. I was looking from my son Bobby — is he there?" Hi, Mrs. Taylor, it's Collette Simpson. Uh no, Bobby left here a couple hours ago at least." Did he say if he was. With a quick shove she drove it halfway into me, and the paste burned me terribly. I tried to clench my teeth and not give them the satisfaction of screaming, but they could see I was in pain, and they enjoyed that. With another push, the pickle disappeared inside me, but my rosebud was still dilated, with a half inch long stem sticking out. A green end of the vegetable about the size of a sixpence was visible. Of course, I could not see that, but Sarah pointed it out to Mother,who.