Pepper Potts loved her husband dearly but she had to admit she was almost starting to love her new Ironmaid even more. The peace and quiet around the mansion as Tony mutely went about cleaning it with feather duster and mops was refreshing. Periodically she would break off from handling Stark Industries finances to simply watch her gynoid at work, it's shapely rear wiggling as it bent to polish the toilet to a mirror shine.

"It has been such a busy Ironmaid, hasn't it, Jarvina?"

"It has, mistress," replied the AI. "They should have one in every home."S

"So you'll let me out of this darn thing, right, honey?" Tony said in relief. He'd tried everything he could to override the sealed suit, but Pepper had all but revoked his controls.

"Not quite yet. There's one thing you haven't cleaned. That collection of panties under the bed from Tony's past 'conquests'."

"But those have sentimental value!" Tony protested.

Pepper clucked her tongue. "Wrong answer. Jarvina, Begin waist training protocol. Let's start with an inch."

Tony grunted as the thorax of the armor contracted, around his waist, forcing him to gasp as it began to mold him into an even more feminine form. He didn't like this at all. He'd always been proud of keeping himself in shape, but an hourglass wasn't the shape he had in mind.

"Now are you going to behave?" Potts asked.

"Nghh. Y-yes," Tony mewled.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... mistress."