We sharedthe breakfast as we discussed Skipper's plans."Well. Come on then. Let's see you in your uniform," demanded Sissy.I dressed as requested and ...he studied me."Your shape's definitely changed. Here, give me your jacket andtrousers. I'll make a few adjustments. Don't worry, I make lot's of myown clothes."I followed her down stairs in my lacy underwear and she took mymeasurements. She frowned as she examined the jacket and eyed my bust."D'you know, I reckon your nearly a 'C' cup. This. Her pink nipples are dark and small, but with very protruding aereolas. Her pubic hair is very thick and brown like that color on her head. I stood staring at her naked beauty in amazement. She gave me a bigger smile as she turned around several times, showing me her full pear shaped ass and smiling totally unashamed at me. She wasnt shy or embarrassed and neither was I. Looking at a naked girl, the first time in my life was a bit awkward for me. I started to have the feeling of awe. I felt. He lets go and slides his hands down, pulling off my cold soaked to the skin panties. "God you are beautiful." He takes a moment to admire me before he kisses my stomach. He stands up, "Wait here." He says before disappearing.In the next room the shower starts, soon after he reappears with no belt, no mask, just him. He fidgets. I can tell he’s feeling exposed and nervous. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. I know this is his way of trying to make up for before. He’s standing before me. ."I remember a friend I had at University. He married quite young but his wife got leukaemia. She went through all the treatment; lost her hair, everything like that. Sometimes she looked quite well. Other times she was very weak; the treatment does that. In the end, after everything they had been through together, she died. He said it took a year to get over it; to get on top of bereavement; to be able to move on, with a clear conscience. That's what he said, but I know it took him much longer.