So working in a place that sells clothes as well as a piercing service, can sometimes attract odd people.
Thus I present the story of the cross dressing tape guy.
It's not a very busy day, I've had about 4 piercings. And I'm helping out on the shop floor, a guy comes in and very quietly tells me he wants to buy a dress for a thing he has coming up. I'm not a stranger to cross dresses coming in, they're usually quiet fun. This guy seemed a bit odd, and as I walked him around suggesting which would be the best fit, or more glitzy. He said.
"Ooh last time I dressed up like this, it got me into a lot of trouble in a hotel bathroom." ...I didn't ask.
He said he'd come back later on, and he did....stinking of booze. He picks up a tight fitting iron fist dress, and asks to try it on. I'm waiting outside the fitting room, like we're told to do in case customers need other sizes. And I hear. Grunt grunt.
"Have you possible got an first aid tape."-man
"Er no, I think we have some parcel tape...would that work?"-me
"I guess that will have to do."- man
So I find him some, he opens the curtain wide. He is totally naked.
Now I don't mind seeing cocks up in the studio, that cool beans, I have gloves on. But he wanted me to help him tape up his dick for tucking perposes.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to help you in that way." Cringe cringe cringe.
He leaves, very disgruntled, not before making some very distressing noises taking the tape off himself....and telling me that what had happened in the bathroom would have been a lot worse, if there had not been moisturiser about.
He left the tape on the fitting room floor. I found gloves before picking it up.