The Femininity

My sketch was a suit in disguise.  There were loose pants and a tight shirt. It would make Mrs. Anderson look tall and feminine. "This?" Lily pursed her lips. "Madam, your husband said that..." I couldn't stand it anymore. "Husband, husband! Why don't you marry her husband if you know how to delight him?" "I want to ask this man. He likes Mrs. Anderson or a woman in a dress." "Women should live for themselves. Moreover, Mrs. Anderson achieved something in her field." Hearing this, Mrs. Anderson grabbed the sketch in my hand. Wordless, she sat on the sofa and looked down at the sketch. Lily continued to argue with me. "What do you know? Everyone lives in the eyes of others. This is Costsley, and Madam is a noblewoman in the upper class. She must look noble forever, and dresses are the best choice..." Mrs. Anderson suddenly stood up. Clenching her fists, she shouted at Lily, "Enough! I've had enough of being Mrs. Anderson!" "Madam?" Lily instantly got defeated. "Why, why did you say that