Bill wasn't sure what was hanging on the wall but he was already absentmindedly pulling it on over his head. With Tammy eating out his butt he didn't really stop to wonder why he was still putting on any article of clothing he was coming into contact with. It fit a little snug on him, but soon it started to feel like it was getting tighter, and harder to breath. "Ta... Ta... Tammie..." was about all he could manage to say before his legs gave out and he fell onto the bench inside the stall.
Bill tumbling onto the bench snapped Tammy out of her butt-obsessed haze, "Oh my god are you alright?.." She turned him around to see him wearing a chest binder, and it looked like it was... somehow really tight on him? "Oh my god how can you breath in that??" she instinctively began to pull the binder off of Bill, and he gasped in a deep breath. but now it felt like there was something pulling on his chest, especially his nipples? "Holy shit..." the look on Tammy's face was a mix of shock and awe... Bill followed her stare down to the pair of tits hanging from his chest.
Somehow, this sight didn't really feel as wrong as he think he should be feeling about it? He looked over at the mirror, his face wasn't visible due to where he was sitting on the bench, but the rest of his body somehow seemed, familiar? Leaning forward, his face seemed like it was the more out-of-place thing on him, despite not really ever seeing anybody with a both tits and a dick before. "What's happening to me..." Bill said, still winded from the binding, "and why do I not like, hate it?"
Bill looked back at Tammy, who was staring at them straight in the eyes. "I don't hate it either..." she said, and gave Bill a deep kiss.
Some time later, the two of them left the dressing room stall. But Bill still couldn't shake how weird their face looked in the reflection. That's when Bill saw something that could fix that, and started walking straight over to...