You decide to put on the dress. Maybe if you do that the woman will realize you are actually a man. You disrobe, your naked body covered in goosebumps. The fabric of the dress feels nice as you slide it passed your cock and over your flat chest.
You look at yourself in the mirror, a man cross dressing as a woman. “Great,” you say out loud. “I look like I’m going to a drag show.”
The door unlocks and you see the saleswoman. “Oh!”
“Thank you,” You day sarcastically, “You see what’s wrong here.”
“Yes!” The woman says bowing in apology. “I forgot your high heels.”
She hands you the shoes and you stare dumbstruck.
“You don’t see anything wrong with this,” you say as you turn around to show her your masculine body in feminine attire.
“Nope,” she says confused.
You go with it an put the high heels on. You are surprised she got your size correct.
“You look so beautiful,” she says grabbing your old clothes. “Management said your old clothes will be a perfect exchange for the dress. Your taxi will arrive just outside the main doors to take you to the wedding party. Thank you and please come again.”
Before you can say anything she takes your clothes including your wallet with her. Leaving you, a grown man in a dress stuck in a clothing store.
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