Mike: Honey, don’t you think this is a bit over the top?
Wendy: What do you mean? You said you wanted me to stay true to you and only you.
Mike: I’m a skirt, hun. I think those rules don’t apply anymore.
Wendy: Of course they do. I’m true to my word, and as a skirt I will wear you and only you.
Mike: Uhuh, real true. Then why are you going to a topless bar?
Wendy: Well I have no husband to be true to, now do I? Now shut up, we’re going.
Mike: And if I don’t?
Wendy: I’ll do a really bad mental on you, and you won’t even remember who you were by morning.
Mike: Considering you’re trying to pick up men at a bar, I’m probably not turning back anyway. I’ll take my chances.
Wendy: *Sigh* Don’t say I didn’t warn you. *Snap*
Mike: Wait you didn’t….ohhh that wind feels nice under my hem. Ooh! And she doesn’t have panties on, lucky me! Feels so…STOP! I can fight this, I can…..I can….feels good…soooooo good.
Wendy: I take that back. You won’t remember yourself tonight.