“I think I’d feel positively naked if I didn’t at least have my corset on.” Billy said as he ran his hands over his damp yet drying corset. “I think if I do go back to being a boy, I’d rather do so with my corset than without it.” he added before wondering if he’d like to be a boy again or not.
Billy casts his mind back to the previous summer on the outskirts of Manchester; playing in the streets and alleyways and trying his best to fit in with the others. He recalls trying and failing to impress the other kids by climbing walls, bounding gates and fences and generally being a monkey… but he’d always lacked the agility and mettle of the others and found himself at the blunt end of their taunts more often than not.