Chris looked blankly at her, hesitating as she held out the panties she had put out for him.
"Put these on, you little sissy, or I'll bloody your damned nose again." She threatened, raising her hand as if to strike him. He immediately opened the robe, took the panties and stepped into them, pulling the silken fabric up over his hips. He was so mortified at the development that he failed to notice how snugly the panties fit his plump bottom.
Then, before he could react, Sara had reached around from behind him, stripped the robe from his shoulders and fastened one of her bras around his waist.
Hi looked down at it, then up at her in wonderment and surprise.
"Pull the damned thing up, Sweetie. It's your nose that's broken, not your brain... or do I have to start thinking for you too?"
"B... But, Sara... a bra? Why do I have to wear..." And again her voice snapped off his groggy, slurring protest.
"You have to wear a bra because you're just a little housewife around here... and housewives wear bras, or hadn't you noticed."