Glenn's Mom is satisfied

Without a moment's hesitation, his mother reached out, grabbing the front of the swimsuit. She gave the pouch a firm tug, but the fabric wouldn’t budge. It was that tight.

Jenny smirked. "Oh, that’s perfect," she cooed, tilting her head as she examined him. "You can hardly even see his anatomy in there. Just a tiny little bulge in the front."

Glenn’s ears burned as his mother let out an amused chuckle.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted another saleslady nearby, clearly trying—and failing—to hold back laughter.

Jenny leaned forward. "Turn around," she said playfully. "Let’s see how it fits in the back."

Glenn clenched his fists. Just get this over with.

He turned.

Jenny let out a small hum of approval. "Oh, this is good," she said. "We could technically go even smaller if you want."

"No!" Glenn blurted out, spinning back around in panic. "This is fine! I love it! It feels great! Period! Can we go now?"

His mother sighed dramatically. "Shame. I was starting to think Jenny was right, but if you insist this is the one, you are the one wearing it."

Glenn exhaled in relief. Finally. It’s over.