Feminising Song

Kevin Bloody Wilson just released a song parody about a girl feminising her boyfriend for a day. You both just heard it and your girlfriends face lights up Here are the lyrics: Frock Him for a Day Before you grab the lippy or attack the poor bloke’s hair, Ask the silly bastard if he actually bloody cares. If he says, “Fuck no, Sharon, put that frock away,” Then congratulations, sweetheart — that’s the end of play. But if he goes bright crimson and mutters, “Maybe... shit,” Don’t invite your fucking mother round to photograph the git. No Facebook, mates or TikTok, no auntie dropping by, What happens in the bedroom stays there till you die. CHORUS Frock him for a day, mate, frock him for a day, But if he says “That’s far enough,” you bloody well obey. A blouse, a wig, some lippy — whatever he’ll allow, You’re dressing up your boyfriend, not acquiring a cow. Start with something simple; don’t produce a wedding gown, If the heels make him wobble, let the poor prick sit back down. He picks what’s off the table, he decides how far you go, And “maybe” means discuss it — it does not mean secretly “go.” You can tease him if he’s laughing; if he isn’t, shut your trap, Don’t call him weak or chicken — that’s manipulative crap. And if ten minutes later he says, “Right, I’ve had enough,” Help him scrub the makeup off; don’t make the ending tough. CHORUS Frock him for a day, mate, nothing bloody more, No hidden cameras waiting and no relatives at the door. Maybe he’ll look gorgeous, maybe laugh until he wheezes, Maybe he’ll say “Never again!” — and THAT’S HIS FUCKING BUSINESS. Tomorrow he’s himself again, exactly as before, Unless he asks to try it twice — then fetch the frock once more. (Codes Lmad Lmff Lmhum Lmpar Lmib Lmpsy)