..you are definitely a bitch," I said to myself.I could hear Scott in the bathroom and was thankful that he had separatedhimself from me while I got m...self under control finally. I was trying tocontrol my breathing but instead I began to hiccup due to the baby lyingthe wrong way."Not the image I need to project," I said to my stomach as it bounced upand down.Scott came out and I stared down at the bed and the floor. I heardfootsteps coming up the path so I motioned to Scott, "Stand right. He pulled it over his head anddiscovered that the skirt reached all the way to the floor. A red cordhelped cinch it around his waist and stop it billowing out with everymove. He was given red leather ankle boots to wear, with raised heelsthat initially made walking rather difficult. A headdress, pink with awhite headband, completed the outfit. He was also issued with sparepanties and tights, as well as a frilly pink nightgown in which to sleep.Walking (or stumbling) out of the surgery, dressed. I found it intriguing. I tucked my nylon legs under my arse on the sofa, as he regaled me with some tales of his former occupation. My eyes were wide with interest and my panties were moist, in the presence of this hunk whose legs and arse were packed into my purple lycra shorts over his black tights. I giggled flirtatiously in all the right places, sometimes letting my hand fall on his lycra thigh. ‘I have to know something,’ I said delicately, taking his hand. ‘Did you ever, you know, get. Smells intoxicating like a magnolia or a jonquil or something. I bet every square inch of her body is powdered. I couldn't be more bored by the ceremony... whatever. I'm thinking about her body under all that prim Sunday finery. "get up and stand in the back and I'll meet you in two minutes" she purrs in my ear as I'm sitting there.We go to an empty room during the never ending sermon and I take her in the ass. Nude stockings, ruffled garter belt, silk panties. She has something in her purse.