I would start out by presenting him with a lacy pink teddy and a box of chocolates. This has already been demonstrated to rattle his cage, and he would momentarily be taken aback. It would cause confusion...a state of Libnial, if you will...as he struggled with his revulsion at feminine things, even as he found himself tempted....tempted to try the scant piece of clothing on...tempted to look at him self in the mirror...imagines of a bold red lipstick being smeared across his lips would pass through his mind, and I would watch as his eyes glazed over in a mix of erotic euphoria and self-loathing.
Then I'd kick him in the nuts, and upon his collapse to the ground....<wait for it>....I'd tea bag him.
This would pull him from his pretty dream, and he would jump to his feet, sputtering and spouting...a bit of dribble on the corner of his lips. His fists would clench and unclench in an unholy fury, wishing to lavish me with pain...and yet I stand there, confident, knowing that for whatever other faults he has, my dear Thucy is a crazy peace-nik, too afraid to return to the violent days of his youth...afraid that even a moment of violent release would unlock the true Thucy that is hidden behind his carefully constructed facade.
And upon seeing his self-imposed weakness, I would take pity on the fool, and offer him a beer.