Margaret took a stool at the bar and asked for a mug of 'the good stuff' too.The first sign that things were not right was one of the Sailors taking a...healthy slug from his mug and then spitting it out all over his mates. They started to yell at him until they tried their own mug of 'the good stuff'. They then sprayed the Sailors across the table from them. They were about to grab the barmaid, when Margaret stepped in."What's wrong you swabs? Can't you even hold your drinks? The Sailors all. " I just mumbled a yes in reply. She guided me though the different steps, first the lower body and the bra. "I might could have skipped this today, but I don't want to end up with back pains too. Lift it from under my breast and try fit it over them. I tried which wasn't that easy, her breast were so big and heavy. Finally I went around to attach the strap. "You have to lift up the left one a bit or it will hurt after a while."Mom, come on, you are nuts." I had to sound disappointed by this. We drove for a while, the whole time she had her hand on my lap. We stopped at a restaurant to have dinner and when we finished we looked for a hotel for the night. I asked the clerk if he had a honeymoon suite. Sure enough he did. We took it and I opened the door and carried her across the threshold. It really did feel like we just got married. We couldn’t keep our hands of each other. We took a look around and we noticed the Jacuzzi in the bathroom. I couldn’t wait to get her in there. . My own costume was mostly make-up that made it easy for the cameras to pick me up. My tattoos on my shoulders and the backs of my hands—that was all I wore. My hair had been styled in a "page boy," whatever that is. For the record, my hair was brown. Unless you were close enough and looked at my crotch you might not notice that I was a boy. Primary sexual characteristics are not all that noticeable in the young and my unisex haircut did make me look feminine. Looking at myself in a mirror or on.