I looked over at the mirror, I could plainly see my cock through the pristine white panty, they were not super sheer but in this lighting there was no... mystery what lie in these panties. I turned away determined to get this night out of the way and picked up the sweater, “Oh I don’t fucking believe this,” I muttered. It, like the panties was a woman’s garment. The buttons were on the wrong side and based on the cut of the neckline it was not a man’s cardigan. “Fuck it,” I mumbled and slipped it. “Go after her, Dad.”“Will you be OK?”“I have no idea. I’m going to go for a walk.”“Mike, we’ll get through this.”“I wish I could believe that,” I sighed.I got my jacket, hat, and gloves and walked out into the chilly morning air. Nancy had asked me about a backup plan a few weeks earlier, and I’d said I didn’t feel I needed one. Well, now I might. But what? Every single thing I’d done to this point had been with an eye towards being a doctor. If I couldn’t do that, I had no idea what I’d want. Duly shaved and washed I emerged hairless from the eyebrows down to my toes. They rubbed some oily stuff all over me. I have to admit that I liked the look. Becky produced a wig, which I can only assume Ron had worn at times. They sat me down and did my makeup. Face powder, eye liner and bright red lipstick. Then I put on the maid uniform. “What, no knickers?” I asked. “No darling” said Sue “you won’t need panties”. Becky got a pair of stay-up stockings and a pair of low heals, again probably. While many wouldn’t want to do that and would likely have just sat there, at least doing something active kept his mind off of the whole affair.The service itself started promptly at 1:00 PM and there were quite a few in attendance for a weekday afternoon. The reverend at the Markal family’s church, who had known the young lady since her birth and baptism, had the honor of officiating the service while several family members, friends, and even a couple of Saema’s childhood teachers all came up.