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Trisha - Gym Day — Description

“What’s wrong with just wearing shorts and a T-shirt?” Trisha moaned as Rachel rejected her third choice of outfits. “I’m just going to the gym, not on a date or anything.”

“That’s what you think!” Rachel scoffed, the dalmatian looking over her outfit once more and shaking her head. “No, that won’t do at all! Especially on your first time at the gym.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Trisha gestured down at her figure in frustration, it was a simple outfit, comfortable, it breathed, she had gone to the gym in it before. “I wear this all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you weren’t shopping around.” Rachel said smugly, standing and pushing Trisha back to her closet. “No leggings, not when you are trying to make a first impression. He’s going to think you are some kind of harlot or something.”

Pointed ears flattening against her head, Trisha reluctantly went back to her wardrobe and began to dig around again. Okay, there had to be something –

“Hey!” Rachel’s hands snaked around her as the dalmatian pulled her into an embrace from behind.

“You always were hopeless when it comes to this sort of thing.” Rachel smiled, her head resting on the doberman’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s see what we can do.”

Fifteen minutes later, Rachel stepped back admiring her handy work. “Well, what do you think?”

“I still don’t understand why I have to wear a cream top with the gray sweats?” Trisha remarked looking down at herself. “Or why a black bra – isn’t this going to show through?”

“That’s the point.” Rachel smiled, looking the Doberman over once more. “And part of the beauty behind it, he won’t know until you are well into your workout, just make sure that you sweat just enough so it starts to peek through a little.”

“Right, because that’s something I can so easily control.” Trisha huffed in mock exasperation, placing her hands on her hips. “And is it really necessary to show off this much fur?”

“Absolutely!” Rachel barked, all but springing up off Trisha’s bed. “Just not too much belly. You do want to show him that you are interested, right?”

“Yes...” Trisha flushed looking sheepishly at her feet.

“Then its settled, now, are you sure you don’t have any push-up bras?” Crossing the room, Rachel cupped both of Trisha’s small breasts and gave them a squeeze. “God knows you could use one.”

“Rachel!” Trisha’s face burned as she pushed Rachel’s hands down. “No – you know just how expensive those things are!”

“You can aways ball up some socks.” Rachel shrugged, still looking Trisha up and down. “But they may come loose if you do any kind of cardio – that would be a little hard to explain.”

“No socks.” Trisha shook her head, looking down at her small breasts, before sneaking a look at Rachel’s own. She had been blessed by the boob fairy as she put it and had way nicer curves. Maybe she should get that bra after all. Trisha checked her phone; she had better get going if she was going to make it on time. “Anything else I should know?”

“Oh, one more thing – just to keep in the back of your head.” Rachel said with a smile, Trisha was sure she had noticed her peeking at her chest a moment before. “If he tries to take you home after your first workout, politely decline – I don’t want to find you frozen in an ice locker or something.”

“What!?”

“Good luck!”