To Mary's delight, the land of Bavaria was beautiful. Her wedding turned out to be everything she'd hoped it would be, only to be eclipsed by her wedding night.
She wore the most beautiful gown she owned, which she had saved for just this occasion. Eagerly she waited in her bedchambers for Philip to come to her. For ever so long, she'd dreamed of the moment when Philip would make her a woman, and at last that moment was at hand. Finally he appeared, wearing nothing but a nightshirt.
"Do you like it?" she asked, referring to her nightgown.
"Oh, Mary, it's beautiful! You're beautiful," he said. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to kiss her as she ran her fingers through his hair. He fondled her breasts through the material of her gown until he could feel their stiff peaks
