Intermitting to repost that request post with a bit of a correction. I may also expand on it and rewrite that other Fem!Pyro story I have at the top of the page to incorporate this bit, we'll see. -------------------------------------------------------------- The Heavy was the first to speak, stating the obvious. "Leetle Pyro eez girl!" The Demoman grumbled and handed a hundred dollar bill to the Sniper. The Spy flipped open a page in his little black book labeled "Pyro Demographics" and made a mark in the "Tits" column. The Scout turned away and covered his face, though he couldn't help sneak some more peeks through his fingers and become more disgusted each time. "Ah, geez! Put that back on already! Nobody wanted ta see dat!" The Medic, who already knew the Pyro's identity by virtue of being the team physician, crossed his arms and scowled. "Are ve done? Can ve go back to killing now?" Without saying anything, the Engineer picked up the fallen mask and handed it back to the Pyro, who snatched it, jammed it over her head and stormed out of the room muttering obscenities, shoving the still gobsmacked Soldier aside.