This is not as bad as the time my fiance' and I found out one of our male friends is a closet cross-dresser. To each their own.
I wasn't there, but one night he stopped by and apparently was under the influence and asked if she had any lingerie around. Needless to say, those clothes went in the incinerator. Don't know if it was a one time thing or not. But that was the only time that happened, him asking to wear her clothes. She had quit a story to tell about him prancing around the living room.