"You wife is butch, she needs a soft gentle delicate thing to protect." Anne said moving closer to me. Just then my wife came out of our bed room wearing only my boxer briefs. She had with her a cigar and nice lighter. As she lit her cigar she said, " yeah babe, would it kill you to show more skin." I wanted to scream. Gone was my perfect wife, her mind replaced with this butch lesbain man brain. She still looked beautiful, only now with these new manish, mannerisms...but still. Isn't this how it should be? "Why am I in one of her suits." you whisper, feeling uncomfortable in you new manly boxers. "Why indeed," shouted Anne. "you need to walk in that closet and get into something more... Girly.
"Here start with these." you wife yelled tossing you her/you floral print panties. They wear your favorite, bikini style nylon with pink lace trim. Holding them in your Hand, Anne walked over and said...
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