He loves it

Josh had always a thing for seeing guys wearing girls' clothes. The manlier the guy and the girlier the clothes the better.

"I love it." Josh said to him, speaking nothing more than the truth, and Money Bags smiled at him.

"Great!" The bear said to his client, "Then you will LOVE this."

With this, Money Bags opened the doors, and they both walked into the bedroom, where Spyro was.

Boy, what a sight.

Spyro was standing there, in all his CROSSDRESSED glory.

Spyro never used much clothes, even with the adult artwork he was shown to depict the adult Spyro. However, in there, he was wearing a nice collection of clothing. He was wearing a small tank-top of white color with a heart on the chest. A pink skirt that was so small that is covered nearly nothing, allowing Josh to see that he was wearing a pair of lanced pink panties. He also wore a pair of long fishnets on his legs, and a pair of high-hells. He also wore a lot of jewelry on his arms, and even make up on his face.

Spyro didn't looked happy for being made to wear that, but he stood there, looking at the two. Josh heard Money Bags clearing his throat by his side, and he cast a look at the bear, seeing that he was glaring at the dragon. He then looked back at Spyro on time to see the purple dragon sigh, and then make a sexy pose, with a hand on his knees and one on his chest, and sticking his butt out.

"Hey there, sweetheart." Spyro said, making his best impression of a feminine voice, and actually doing a pretty decent job on it. "I'm Spyro, but you maybe call me whatever you want tonight. I'll give you a good time."

Josh shivered as he saw that. His cock started to surge inside of his pants, as Josh smirked at Spyro.

"I'll be holding you onto that promise, babe." Josh said back to him. Then he turned to Money Bags.

“How you made him wear that?” He whispered to the bear, to what Money Bags smirked as he whispered back:

“Amazing what a dragon will do to avoid going to jail over not paying for his shopping. Later I can tell you some stories of what I made Nestor do when he had no money to pay for the wood for his workshop...”