Lenore gives her habit over, but Guyld is the one that ends up the most exposed

In the end, Lenore knew that she had to do the right thing. She pressed a hand to Guyld's shoulder, then shook her head. Still blushing hot with embarrassment, she turned her head again, this time to scan the street for anyone watching. It seemed the coast was clear... As quickly as she could manage, the therapist pulled her habit up, then off, now wishing she wore an under-robe like some of the other more traditional nuns favored. With it off, all she had left were her shoes and her bra, which was an alluring pink number like the panties she'd removed earlier, showing off a fabulous pair of breasts... not as large as Guyld's, but without the sag either. Of course, that was really a lesser issue next to the lower half: she was entirely bare, and quickly crossed one hand there to cover her slit.

Lenore's lip trembled as Guyld shamelessly watched her; the noble woman only realized at the last moment she should avert her eyes. "Ah, Miss Seste, have I told you you're gorgeous? Yes, you have nothing to be ashamed of! Such a pretty young woman," Guyld complimented her friend awkwardly, perhaps thinking that would take some of the embarrassment out of the situation. Instead, she only made it worse. Quickly, Guyld passed Lenore's habit over the fence. "Oh, right! The panties, please."

"Thank you! You're a life-saver!" the woman sighed, then, to Lenore's surprise, actually passed a pair over. The therapist had half suspected that they were being conned again.

The panties were spring-green and cute, decorated with embroidery depicting wild-flowers. They... also appeared to be slightly torn in the back, with a hole ripped in the seat like they were to be worn by some erotic entertainer, probably due to the earlier wardrobe malfunction the stranger had endured. Lenore sighed heavily, then stepped into them. As soon as they were up to her hips, she clicked her teeth... these panties were wide, much too wide for her hips, which, while pleasingly curved, were those of a model-like figure. These were the panties of someone either very curvy or at the very least very MILFy. "They don't fit," she complained.

Guyld thought quickly, then slapped one fist into her palm. "Not to worry!" she spoke quickly, grabbing the panties from Lenore's hips and yanking them down.

"W-Wait!" Lenore cried, her face glowing as the lips of her pussy were exposed to the woman she considered closer than a friend, once again. "Mrs. St. Vendigeld!"

The noble lady lifted one of Lenore's feet for a moment to get the pair back off, then quickly stepped into them herself. On her wider thighs and her, frankly, fat ass, they fit much more appropriately. "Ah ha! A solution has presented itself! Now, Miss Seste," she continued, grabbing up her dress and pulling it over her head. Even still clad in her sleek green corset, her breasts heaved at the motion...

Lenore tried not to stare at the pale, jiggling flesh of the woman that had now been revealed. The panties were a bit too tight below (and torn open at the seat), plus, the work the corset was doing was pretty obvious now; it was impossible to imagine that in her right mind, Guyld would ever allow anyone to see this part of her wardrobe. Now, smiling as though everything was right with the world, the noble woman handed over her expensive dress to her therapist. Lenore quickly obliged, throwing it over her head and trying not to think of how angry the woman was going to be once she recovered her right mind. "You really are a saint, Mrs. St. Vendigeld," she offered weakly.

"I am, aren't I? Ho ho ho ho! How does the habit fit, my dear?" she asked the mysterious stranger.

"... A bit tight, but I'll manage," the woman answered, trying to avoid mentioning that the habit was made for someone less curvy than she was.

"Then it's all worked out well!" Guyld finished. "Toodle-loo!" She swung her arms confidently as she continued her walk back to her house, before Lenore reached out and urgently grabbed her shoulder.

"Mrs. St. Vendigeld... y-you can't walk through town square dressed like that," Lenore informed her, feeling equally ridiculous as she now wore the noble woman's signature dress, cut slightly open to reveal cleavage and with slits up the legs long enough to clearly reveal that she had no panties underneath. "Please wait here and I'll fetch someone to help..."

"I'll help too!" the stranger affirmed, stepping out to reveal her form: somewhat tall, with bushy brown hair in a single long tail and a freckled, beaming face. She really was pretty curvy, not to mention about the same age as Guyld, so it was no wonder their clothes had been interchangeable. Guyld thought she remembered the woman from somewhere, but it was hard to say where. "If anyone can give good advice in a situation like this, it's my daughter! I'll fetch her!" Lenore seemed to take some issue with more people being brought into this situation, but she conceded. "Stay right here... okay, Mrs. St. Vendigeld? Try to remain hidden and don't interact with anyone..."

"Fine," the woman huffed, crossing her arms across the strained chest of her corset and sticking out her lower lip in a standoffish expression. The same sense of charity that had driven her to give so much today had also made her remiss to idly rely upon the help of others without giving back.