Tammy stood there, her mouth agape in shock. She then pondered what she could actually do to stop what seemed inevitable, but could think of nothing. In the end, as a last ditch effort to try and sae her man and leave him as moderately manly as she could, she simply charged at him and tried to rip the bra from his hands. What this resulted in was, Bill, still running on auto and the forces-the-were seeming to not want to let anything get in the way, was that he grabbed her by the arm and threw her into a trolly, which hurtled down some other aisle.
This left him free to slip the lacy black bra over both of his shoulders, and reach around to do it up, looking like he'd been doing it his entire life.
"Oh!" he yells, as a new wave of sensations attack his chest, which begins to balloon out to fill the bra. This time, he dared not check what he knew was true: that he was now the disconcerted owner of a pair of mammeries.
Regaining control again, he looked around desperately for Tammy, having not been completely aware of how badly he had hurt he. Unfortunately, rather than finding her, his eyes latch onto a dress section, and in particular, one especially tight and sultry little number.
Once again his body loses control, and he walks zombie-like towards the new section.