Here's my little tribute to the wig. If you know anything about me, then you know I get frustrated and bored with crossdressing art that shows boys looking so much like girls that you cannot tell the difference. Even in the story they make the boy so girlish that you might as well be reading a girl's romance novel. For me the excitement and fun of crossdressing art and literature is in the confusion and danger that comes from the act of dressing like - and not necessarily becoming - a girl.
In this act Butch's Nana decides that her pretty nephew might enjoy taking his dressup game to the next level. The next few frames show him off in a variety of looks, each sillier and humiliating that the last.