I have no desire to find out what she might say. Some times I wonder that she may awaken early while I am banging away on this keyboard with bra, panty and full slip under my male fluffy bathrobe. She has in the past stuck her head into the room on the way to the bathroom to say hi, and, then turned around and head off back to bed. Earlier this week, she said something precipitated by something she was watching on television. She said, "Why would a man wear a bra when he has nothing to back into it?" Then she got into why a woman sheds a bra; strictly about mounds of human flesh unnaturally confined in a garment.
I don't believe she would blow her stack to see me as I am now. I think it would generate a conversation