Masquerading as a member of the Frencharistocracy was a much more pleasant prospect."Your name shall be Viscomtesse Violette Catherine deChauvigny de ...yons." I'm sorry, what did you say?" said Montague inEnglish. He almost choked on the words."Ah, but of course," said the Countess. "They did nottell you of this in London. I should perhaps haveexpected not. And please, speak only in French." They told me there would be a disguise, but not as abloody woman!" But, my dear Group Captain, or should. Would this stuff really fit me? There was onlyone way to find out. I took off my shorts and t-shirt and with my hardon pointing the way reached into the close and pulled out a yellowsummer sundress. It buttoned up the front, great big white buttons. Iundid the buttons and put it on like a shirt. I buttoned the buttonsand it fit me. Well, I decided that was the main course, but I neededthe desert. I took the dress back off, reached into the lingerie drawerand pulled out the matching white. . call it a ‘policy change,’ without your approval; you, like each of us, have veto power.”“So,” I started, “you two must already have approved this ‘policy change.’”Dad nodded, then waited to see if I’d say more. I raised my eyebrows at him to suggest that he continue.[Oh, to have Rhee’s eyebrow skill.]Dad turned a bit pink, took a deep breath, and said, “We want to know how you’d feel about the house being ‘clothing optional.’”I looked into Dad’s eyes, then Mom’s, and then looked back to. “I am serving penance.”“Oh?” she asked. “Did you come without permission?”“Yes, Mistress Kayla.”“Are you... ?” she trailed off and glanced in the direction of his crotch.He answered, “Yes, Mistress Kayla.” As soon as he said it, he went to work on the fastenings of his pants. Kayla leaned into the front of the car as he parted his zipper into a V.The panties he was wearing were pink, frilly, and so very feminine. Seeing them with the significant bulge of his cock beneath caused her to shiver..