At the changing room

The changing area was a small hallway lined with doors. He stepped inside one of the stalls, locking the door behind him.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the tiny swimsuit in his hands. He really didn’t want to do this.

A minute passed. Then two.

Knock knock knock.

His mother’s voice came through the door. "Glenn, come out so I can have a look."

Glenn clenched his teeth. He knew she wasn’t going to leave him alone. Fighting this would only drag things out.

So, at lightning speed, he stripped off pants and boxer and pulled the speedo on. The material was tight—too tight—but at least it didn’t sag like his last pair. Still, it left him feeling way too exposed.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and stepped out meekly with his pants and boxer…

Only to find that his mother was gone.

Instead, a nearby saleslady noticed him and smiled. "Your mom said when you’re out, look for her at the swimsuit section."

Glenn felt his face turn bright red—probably as red as the speedo itself. He quickly grabbed his white T-shirt and tried to pull it down, **** to cover himself.

But a thin white shirt wasn’t going to hide a bright red speedo.

With his heart pounding in embarrassment, he **** himself to walk toward the swimsuit section, fully exposed to every passing customer.