You accept his offer

”That could work.” You hear yourself say, completely ignoring any better judgement you might still have left.

“Really?” You hear the man say back to you. Though you can’t see him, you can almost hear the smile on his face.

“Sure!” You say, your excitement drowning out any other feelings, allowing your confidence to grow. “Why should you have to suffer just because of your… size?”

Clearly he doesn’t need any other form of confirmation as he soon tosses a brown burlap sack over the top of the stall.

“Just let me know when you’ve got it on.” He says, his voice starting to sound almost as eager as yours.

You examine the bag for a moment, pausing as you come across a seemingly carefully cut hole. You examine the perfect circle, beads of sweat drip down your forehead as you notice that your hand could fit through without any problem.

You’re so caught up in examining the bag, that you don’t notice something else dropping over the stall divider.

“Almost forgot.” You hear the man’s voice again.

You look over to see what was dropped and notice a large pocket knife.

“That’s to cut the eye holes if you want.” He says as you pick it up. “I’m also trusting you don’t try to stab me with it once I come over there.”

You laugh a little, feeling comforted by his trust, while also curious as to why he would so freely. You take another look at the bag, wondering if you even find it necessary.