"Mark, you're going to need to have a rethink on your wardrobe," said Kay.
Over the weekend Kay had a break from therapy so they were able to go out to the town with Peter in a sling to buy food and also look at some clothes. Kay felt that Mark needed clothes that allowed discretion for his breasts, but access for feeding. There were some loose tops in the shop which fitted the bill admirably but she didn't feel that she could ask Mark to try them on there and then so she had to make a stab at getting the right size. They also realised that they probably wouldn't work too well with his trousers so they bought some leggings and baggy elastic waisted trousers as well.
Back at home, Mark tried them on and found they fitted much more satisfactorily than his male clothing and so made a full wardrobe shift. He didn't look girly, more a little androgynous. Not embarrassing, but a good deal more comfortable. Now when he wanted to feed Peter, he just slipped up his top and opened his bra with the top falling back to conceal what was heppening. Kay gave him a big kiss.
"Mark that's brilliant," she purred, "you'll make a great replacement for me while I am going through this treatment."