When I was feminized in college, of course Amanda and her friends didn't forget to inflict this indignity on me. Freshman year, we had no real private area in the dorms, but sophomore year when they had a house off campus, when I went over to clean I frequently found myself in the backyard afterwards working on my tan. Now, I can assure you that this behavior was no more voluntary than the fuchsia two-piece bathing suite with white flowers that I was wearing.
The girls added a unique touch one day, when I was doing my required time working on my tan. When they rented the house, they inherited a small pile of kids toys and games in the basement. These were pretty old. Among the toys were the board game Sorry, a Peter Pan Colorforms set, and some plastic letters with magnets in them. As I was laying on my stomach, the girls had the bright idea to put the Tinkerbell Colorform on the small of my back with plastic letters arranged above it to spell out P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S.