Off to the women swimsuit section!

Glenn’s heart pounded as he tried to retreat into himself, but his mother wasn’t done.

“Not yet,” she said flatly.

His stomach dropped. He had been so close to escaping.

He desperately hoped the other salesladies wouldn’t come over and make things worse, but luck had never been on his side today.

His mother turned to Jenny. “Since we’ve found something that fits him, can we look at other patterns and designs?”

Jenny’s eyes lit up. “Definitely! Follow me.”

Glenn barely had time to react before Jenny spun on her heel and started leading them through the store.

As they walked, Glenn felt every step like a slow march toward doom. He had a horrible suspicion that Jenny was deliberately taking a longer route, parading him around in his ridiculous violet bikini bottom. They passed different departments—women’s activewear, lingerie, casualwear—all filled with female shoppers and sales attendants.

This side of the store was a stark contrast to the men’s section. The shoppers were women, the employees were women. Glenn felt like the only male in the entire space.

His ears burned as he caught glimpses of glances being thrown his way. Some were subtle, others… not so much.

Finally, they stopped in front of a rack. Jenny gestured dramatically.

“Here we are! Take your pick, little guy.