50 Shades of A Bookseller

So, I finally got a "proper" job and managed to move out of my parent's house.
It was a damn good job too, as my crossdressing was becoming increasingly difficult to keep secret. Numerous times my Mum would try to talk to me through my bedroom door, whilst also slowly creeping it open to talk face to face; why she does this I have no idea, but it's usually at a time when i'm either half dressed in a skirt and bra, with my cock hanging out or when i'm posing for timed photo's on my mobile phone (probably with my ass cheeks spread and my puckered hole pointing at the camera).

Anyway, so a new flat and a new job, perfect.
Money is a huge problem though, but i'm happy and getting to dress when I like is a massive bonus.
My job is at a bookshop in the main town (I won't name it, but let's just say it's pretty much the last bookshop chain in the UK). It's an awesome job, pays well and has some really fun people to hang around with and chat to. Hell, even the manager's nice.
You do get some lovely customers, but you also get some really wierd ones; like the two stinky brothers that come in and just shout and leave their pissy aroma wherever they waddle, the old main in the long coat and the poker
visor that sniffs books and the lady who mumbles to herself and takes an armful of books from the shelf and just stacks them on the floor.
One day, one of the girls I work with sidled over to me and whispered; "This guy's creepy, can you deal with him?", I didn't mind, so if it made her feel safer, of course I'd deal with him.
I approached the desk where he was waiting and did the usual "Good afternoon" thing and all that jargon, when I realised that he was actually very normal looking, to be honest he was surprisingly fit.
Medium length dark hair, swept back, probably early thirties with a nice friendly and handsome face, dark eyes, quite tall (well, much taller than me) and from first glance, pretty in shape.

We talked for a minute about what book he was looking for and I got on the computer to look it up. He seemed a little distracted and nervous, but some people are like that, I know I can be pretty shy for no good reason sometimes. Anyway, I found that we had the book in stock and offered to show him where it was. So off we went towards the other side of the shop.