You could always try lace. Might get you fewer nurse’s numbers, but the ones you do get will make up for the lack of quantity.
… but, no.
I’m really not into cross-dressing.
Moreover … whilst I’m not prejudiced either way around … if she wants to explore her sexuality in that way then my advice would be for her to try it with a woman rather than a man dressed as a woman — just a thought.
Each to their own. Live and let live I say — not often, I grant you … I seem to spend more of my life screaming “Die, you bastards!” … but nevertheless.
I’m just not that way inclined, myself — I simply don’t get the need for all the fuss.
By all means, put up a fight, if you’re so inclined — in fact, if you’re not a challenge then, whilst I’ll show you a good time, you’ll be wasting mine really and I won’t be back for more.
There’s no need to play-act or role-play — this isn’t a game, it’s real life … and this is no Jedi mind trick, I am fucking you.
Put your handcuffs away. Leave the rope(s) where they are. Don’t even think about any of the other stuff that might have crossed your mind. 
There’s just no call for it; we both know who’s in charge here at the end of the day, so there’s really no need for me to tie you up or down — if you know what’s good for you  then when I tell you to do something … you do it.
Seriously … you don’t need paraphenalia, sweetheart.
So, when you’re done playing with little boys and their toys, come and talk to me.
Don’t waste my time otherwise — I like women … not little girls.
And fundamentally I’m not interested in women who don’t take the relationship seriously.
 Really … don’t go there — pull that shit on me and you can forget about ‘safe words’, let alone safety nets.
 And, trust me, it will be —I pay attention and notice what you like.