Oo, a powder blue sundress!! ♥♥

Sagira lets out an excited squeal when his eyes see a cute little off the shoulder powder blue sundress. He lifts his hands just underneath his chin and rushes over to it. "This is perfect! This is exactly what I need." He pulls up the hanger and gently lays it against his bosom. Alas, this one, like the rest on the rack, is a little too small. The young saleswoman watches her a moment. "Do you happen to know your size? I can see if we have any in the back." He starts to pout. "I'm not sure. I've never had my measurements taken..."

She tilts her head slightly to the side. "Aww, don't worry about that. I can take them for you. Just follow me." After following her to a fitting room, he has his bust, waist, and hip measurements taken. He finds out his numbers are as follows: 38", 31", 42". She walks over to the door. "You're a size ten. I believe we have one in your size in the back. Just give me a moment." He waits for a few minutes before she comes back with a dress in his size. "Try this. It should fit nicely."

Not too long after receiving the dress, he comes out wearing it. The off the shoulder powder blue sundress covered his figure perfectly. The frill along the top crossed just a little below the start of his cleavage, exposing just enough to tease and continued all the way to the arms at the same level. The outer layer of the dress was made of a sheer dimple dot fabric. It covered from the middle of his biceps down to his wrists and fell just an inch below the solid inner piece of fabric underneath the main body of the dress. There was a tie at the middle of his waist which he tied into a bow. He had to admit that it made him look cute and a little fragile. 'Oo, men are going to want to protect lil ol' me!'

He gently grabs the corners of the dress, which descended a few inches below his ass, then curtsies. "It feels nice to finally wear something I like." The saleswoman giggles. "I can imagine. Is there anything else you're looking for today?" He nods slightly. "I'd like some black or red underwear to go with this and..." He thinks back to several other outfits he saw earlier. "I would like an olive pantsuit and a few blouses to try with it." She smiles brightly while looking over the dress carefully. "I have just the thing." A few minutes later, she came back with two styles of bras, strapless and bandeau, and two styles of panties, slip and hipster, over her right forearm in the desired colors.

Held by her left hand was a hanger with a lovely olive pantsuit and three choices of colored blouses, white, black, and beige. She hands the bras to him before placing the olive pantsuit and blouses on the hook in the changing room. "Let me know if you need anything else." He nods slightly. "I will. Thank you." He undresses and tries on the red strapless bra and red slip panties first. His breasts were held better than he anticipated, but the panties were a little too small for his small bulge. 'They feel nice, but don't hide my package well enough...'

He tries on the red hipster panties next. These happened to fit much better albeit not as comfortably as his boyshorts. Next, he tried on the red bandeau bra. It was a lot more comfortable but didn't accentuate his cleavage as nicely. The black versions of these items were next on the list. He turns to the left then right. This color did a much better job of disguising his package. 'Mm, I'll be able to tempt a lot of men with something like this. ♥' He pulls up the olive pantsuit and the beige blouse first.

Although the beige looked nice with his skin tone and the pantsuit, he was burnt out on that color because of his parents. He pulls up the black blouse next. 'Hmm, no. I want to be more inviting to clients.' He puts the black blouse on the hook before pulling up the white blouse. 'Oo, this looks nice.' He quickly tries them on before walking out of the changing room. 'It doesn't restrict my movement.' He bends slightly over while looking back at himself in the mirror. 'It's not as tempting as the dress, but this'll get me a bit of attention too.'

She looks at him with a little smile. "It looks nice on you, miss." He stands up, looking back over his shoulder at himself before turning around. "Thanks. I think you're right." By the end of this, he knew he was going to get five different white blouses, three olive pantsuits of varying styles, three colors of the off the shoulder sundress, powder blue, white, and floral print yellow, and five black strapless bras and five black boyshorts. The last thing on his shopping list was shoes.

Fortunately, he knew what he wanted. He was going to purchase a pair of black thigh-high boots, black jelly, olive moccasin, and a blue kitten heel. He decided to wear the off the shoulder powder blue sundress, black strapless bra, black boyshorts, and black thigh-high boots on his way to the register. He felt pretty and sexy within this moment. That was when a dashing man in his mid 30's walked in the door. He had a light amount of stubble along his jawline, cheeks, and above his upper lip, but not his neck.

This man had neat straight eyebrows, silvery-blue hooded eyes, deep brown ear length undercut wavy hair, a roman nose, rose bege skin, heavy lower lips, and a rectangular face. He is wearing a dark grey suit, red tie, white buttoned up t-shirt, and matching Hancock shoes. Sagira didn't know who this man was, but he fit all the images of a real man. 'What a dreamboat!' The man was walking toward him. Those silvery-blue hooded eyes were piercing. He felt his heart melt for a split second. Heat rushed to his cheeks as thoughts of this man taking him filled his mind. Was this man truly looking at Sagira? Or was he focused on something else?