A back alley to change clothes

"We have to get out of here now before that constable shows up," Nils said to Miss Foxworth. He picked up the one-eyed man's pistol, a fine one by the look of it, and pulled her out into the street behind him as she tried desperately to cover herself.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as they weaved among the crowd, a forearm over her exposed bosoms.

"Shh, this way," he told her. He scanned the streets back and forth, looking for the landmarks that Thor had told him would show the way to a safe place he'd told Nils about.

He turned a corner and pulled her into a dim space between two buildings. Constance stood facing him, her round breasts bared by her ruined bodice, rising and falling with each quick breath.

Nils put a finger to his lips and listened, his eyes on her face. Constance's eyes were wide, the whites showing. There was no sound of pursuit.

"Miss," he said quietly, "That bright blue dress and your hair, like that. They're going to stand out like a flag. It looks like we wear bang-on the same size, 'cepting a little round the chest and waist. Why don't you be the sailor boy on shore, and I'll be your porter -- enough poor boys here wearin' just summat around their waist."

Constance agreed to sacrifice a muslin petticoat to become Nils' new loincloth. She managed to squirm out of it and hand it to Nils. He quickly peeled down to nothing and fixed up the cloth with a wrap, a twist, and a sailor's knot.

"Hurry, miss," he prompted, watching Constance struggle with the remains of her ruined dress.

After a minute he sighed, said "Turn around and hold still," and cut her out of it with his sailor's knife. Constance stiffened and her shoulders trembled as she realized what he was doing. The silk resisted his blade, but he found and parted a seam and the dress rustled to her feet, leaving her bare but for knee-gartered stockings and shoes. Nils gawped at her bare behind until she spoke.

"I'll need to bind my chest," Constance said.

Nils handed her his neck-cloth. She wrapped them round her breasts so they'd be flatter and would jiggle less and had him tie them down in back.

"Now the shirt," she said. She donned Nils' shirt, still looking away from him. It was not a bad fit.

"You'll need my cap, miss, the hair."

"Oh, very well," she said, accepting the cap to cover her hair.

Her feet were too small for Nils' shoes, but she was wearing serviceable leather buckle shoes, not unbelievable if...

"You need to go without the stockings, miss," Nils said.

"Bother," she hissed, but unlaced the garters and removed her shoes and stockings. She stepped into Nils' breeches and put her feet back in her shoes, then pulled the trousers up her legs. For a moment, they were snagged, and she yanked at them.

Nils was struck by her round bare buttocks exposed between the sailor's shirt and breeches. But for the feminine details, this must be the view a number of the Maiden's crew had had of Nils himself before they buggered him. His cock swelled again. Bent forward as she was, the pouting lips of her gate of Venus were prominent under the cleft of her rear where a man would wear his root and balls.

Nils stepped up and put his hands on Miss Foxworth's buttocks and squeezed, repeating his gesture of the moment they had met.