Henry Fooge, looked at himself in the full-length mirror of the Man-Corset Store, where he had spent the last hour, trying on various man-corsets. Some white, some black, some with sports team logos.
It wasn’t so much that Henry was overweight. He was a large man, yes, but he was proportional for his height. The problem was that his weight seemed to favour gravity a little too much. He was pear-shaped, when what he wanted to be was a triangle, like the guys on the Charles Atlas comic book ads he’d seen as a kid.
He’d long ago outgrown man-spanks, which now did very little to hold him in any more, and he’d turned to man-corsetry.
He flexed in the mirror. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Do you have anything else?”
“I’m afraid not,” said the store associate. “That’s our last model.”
“Well, I guess I’ll take it…” he said, not totally convinced. But then something caught his eye. “Wait,” he said. “What’s that?”
He pointed to a man-corset hanging high up on the wall.
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“I want to see it,” said Henry.
“Oh, but it’s so old…”
“I want to see it!” barked Henry, filled with swelling, unexpected rage at being denied the teeny man-waist he desired. “I WANT TO TRY IT ON!”
As much as the salesman was afraid to lose a sale, he was more afraid of this man-corset… and for good reason. He grabbed a pole hook and took it down.
It was made of the finest Egyptian linen, and as Henry put it on, the clasps, stays, and lacing seemed to do themselves. And as Henry’s self-satisfied smile at his perfectly cinched waist turned first to a frown and then to a soundless scream, the sales associate hurriedly locked the door.
It was alive.