Trying On

Jenny appeared beside him almost instantly, flashing a wide smile. “Oh, don’t worry! He’s special. He is trying on a swimsuit.”

The saleslady raised an eyebrow before sighing. “Fine. He can use the corner cubicle.”

Glenn barely managed a nod before slipping inside the stall and locking the door.

His hands were shaking as he pulled down the violet bikini. He stepped out of it, picked up the white polka dot thong, and hesitantly pulled it up his legs.

It was tiny.

His first concern was the front coverage, but when he looked in the mirror, he realized that—somehow—everything was tucked away. Just a small bulge, barely noticeable.

Jenny had been right.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped out.

As if fate wanted to torture him further, he wasn’t alone anymore. Several other salesladies had gathered nearby, chatting among themselves.

They all turned when he emerged.

His face burned as he scurried past them, hurrying out of the lingerie section and back to where his mother and Jenny were waiting