Posted Sun Sep 6, 2015 | 337 Words | Tagged story clothing

James had bought the cheap wrestling singlet of one of those random Chinese sellers. It was a stupidly cheap price and had the typical Engrish bumf on the eBay listing,

“BEST FIT GUARANTEED! MAKE FEEL MURE COMFORTABLE! MUSCLES DEFIIINEE INCREASI!”

When it arrived, he was really excited and hoped it was going to be a good fit. He quickly tore open the package in his room and pulled out the bundle of fabric and pulled it up onto his lean frame.

He took a selfie just so he could show off how well the product fit. His camera flashed as the photo was taken, but the flash blinded him and he fell backwards onto his bed. It wasn’t normally that bright, but for some reason it was.

On his bed withering in pain he felt the singlet pull tighter onto his body and the pain increased and increased. It felt as though every bone in his body was under stress. And every muscle was tense and almost cramping.

Then nothing. He blacked out completely. He was still aware of roughly what was going on. He could feel his muscles moving and sensations across his skin but nothing much. Was he dead? He didn’t know.

Then he felt cold water on his body, and pushing out he could see the world again in all of it’s colours. His body felt different though, although he was still wearing the singlet. Where was he? This wasn’t his bed and definitely wasn’t his bathroom. Almost as though he had to search in his mind for memories of this place, he remembered, he had just finished wresting practice. Practice?

Very confused he stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off and looked in the mirror. He recognised his face, of course he looked like that and of course the singlet was the best fit.

Sadly the eBay seller has disappeared overnight as many of them do without a trace. Who was the seller and how did this happen? Completely a mystery.