Before I grew my hair out my Wife wanted me to further my femme look with a wig. I went to a local wig shop and they had a couple of rooms for fitting women who were bald or, I guess, males like me. The salesman was black, not super fit or any other sort of stereotype, but he picked out a couple of wigs and took me into the private room and started fitting me and fiddling with the hair to arrange it. He was wearing pants with elastic waist and as he walked around me he started "accidentally" brushing his growing bulge on my elbows.
After a bit I couldn't take it anymore and pulled his pants down and started sucking. He gifted me with his load and I bought the wig, Got a discount!
My Wife liked the wig and after a few weeks suggested getting another, but this time going in dressed, which I did. He was there and took me to the room and had a different color and style wig. He removed the curly brown one and put on the long red one. I had to admit the red looked good on me. He had me stand up so I could see the length and how it fell when standing. I admired both my look and his bulge in the mirror. I didn't pull his pants down but pulled my skirt up and bent over the chair. I could see him in the mirror take me and noticed that I could see people outside on the sidewalk going past without a clue they were missing quite a show. Once again I got his load and another discount!
