“Melvyn is here for a complete change, Sinead. Missus Stewart, Miss Murray will help me undress and dress your son.” She says this as she relieves the boy of his blouse revealing the girlish, long-line brassiere clasping his upper body. “Come along girl, undo the back of his petticoat, we haven’t got all day.”
Sinead’s fingers are adept and it is soon loosened and ready to drop. “Sorry, Melvyn,” she whispers, and lowers the circle of white nylon to the floor, expecting him to step out of it in his white Mary Jane shoes. She gasps at his freshly revealed appearance, slips out her phone from nowhere, and as she steps back to deposit the petticoat on the counter, she turns to photograph him in his all white lingerie: bra and panties with white knee socks, just before Miss MacTavish draws down his panties in a single sweep.