She pulls down her elastic banded mum jeans, to reveal her large flurry, matted muff. He takes forever, and I ask how everything was going in there, and he sounds frantic. She dropped the bras and gave myself and the other women's department employee a full view of her saggy breasts.
It was supposed to be that opportunity I'd secretly prepared for whenever I visited my hometown, when I'd get to brag to a former bully I had run into on the street about how successful and happy I am. Whether the men in question like it or not, they can't help but be affected by the feminine frillies they find themselves in, wearing women's underwear at the whim of their wives for both punishment and pleasure.
To do the same thing. He'll find himself feminized with more than just lingerie when there are cosmetics at hand, but will he learn his lesson when the tables are turned and it's his chest being ogled by women?