Fiction about His wig

This is the best job ever’ thought Ryan to himself as he sashayed up the isle of the clothes shop he worked in. Bringing in his wig and makeup supplies with him to work gave him access to unlimited choices of clothing. Since being promoted to manager Ryan had abused his rights to lock up and open up, coming in hours early and staying into the

night just to dress up.

Hearing foot steps he nearly lept out of his skin as he saw head of security Cathy walk in.

Well well Robyn… You really should consider the cameras when you’re dressing up. You’ve given myself and the whole security team quite a show for the last few weeks though. What say you come to my house and work as a maid for me since you just look so damn cute?

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Fiction about His wig