"Yes, sometimes we take Erica out with us, often when we have a male friend of Roberto's visiting from out of town. It's fun for us to make it a double date, letting Erica be a real man's pretty date for the evening. And yes, this dress would be perfect! What man wouldn't love having a sexy escort like that!" Roberto heartily agreed.
Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, what is the diet you put the sissies on to get them so...svelte?"
"Erica, tell your wife/mistress what you ate while you were here."
Erica mumbled a response that I couldn't understand.
"Oh speak up, Erica, for God's sake! Nobody likes a mumbling sissy!"
"What?" I exclaimed. Barely able to contain my surprise and laughter.
"Oh, yes," Ms. Trainer explained. "It's a wonderful way to control and minimize portions and calories and dignity. One small jar, three times a day, will guarantee rapid weight and self-respect loss."
"No wonder he looks so slim and dainty," I remarked.
"Erica, sweetie," Ms. Trainer asked. "What else did you eat while you were here?"
Erica looked terrified. "Nothing, Ms. Trainer. I ate nothing else. Only the food that I was given. Honest." Erica looked panicked, believing that he was being accused of an infraction of the rules.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetie. You're not in trouble. I was just pointing out that you ate something besides baby food all summer."
Erica still looked confused and frightened. "I was just pointing out, Erica," Ms. Trainer explained a bit impatiently, "that you also ate a lot of semen over the past twelve weeks. And I mean a lot! Isn't that true, Erica?"
Erica's fear instantly turned to intense shame. "Yes, Ms. Trainer," came the pitiful response. "I did eat a lot of semen."
"You see?" Ms. Trainer added. "Our sissies get a perfectly balanced diet here!" I almost fell on the floor laughing when she said that.
"Let's see another dress!" Ms. Trainer chirped.