"What can I help you?"
A calm female store clerk talked to me.
It's always strange.
I have memorized what I want so tightly in my head like stains on the kitchen sink.
But a professional calm voice always reveal it, and my head becomes squeaky clean, and nothing left.
As if the store clerk becomes an as-seen-on-TV promotor polishing up the kitchen sink magically with their special oxygen clear.
The clerk was the same.
She demonstrated her oxygen something cleaning up my head completely
"Well.. .well.. ah.. well.. I want... I need.... I am looking for... nothing special..."
"I am looking for an ordinary 'himo'."
I didn't know the word "himo"(紐) is a dangerous word for them.
*himo: pronounciation is like "him or" or "him of"
Himo has too many meaning.
Basically anything to tie up is "himo".
And also it has side meaning, "linking", "to link", "link", "belonging" and even it means "a pimp".
The territory of himo is too wide.
So, in this kind of situation, they used English origin words.
"OK, so what kind of himo? or what for?"
I replied.
"Yes, it is for lace of corset."
I don't know why but she looks really impressed.
"Are you really going to do it alone?"
"uh... ah... yes... anything wrong?"
"It is amazing, let me know how to do that, when you have time."
What is she talking about.
Did I say something wrong?
She looks too happy.
"Corset doesn't need it so much, we sells by 4 inches, and we have a foot, 2 feet, and 3 feet wide."
Something is wrong,
She must misunderstand me.
"Here you are."
"Excuse me. I am looking for himo, not fabric."
"Oh sorry, I thought you are looking for lace fabric."
"No, I am looking for lace of corset."
"Purdon me?"
"So... lace of corset, himo!"
"Oh, I see, you’re looking for lace for corset."
"Yes, I said so."
Her face turned into full of anxiousness.
I think I said something wrong for sure.
She left a small word and asked me to stay here and left the place.
I am sure I said something wrong.
I feel so guilty now.
Maybe I should run away?
But if so, I will not be able to wear corset.
After a minute, that clerk took another person who really looks like a store manager.
The boss finally appeared, I will be arrested.
And the first clerk left and the new boss rank clerk took over her place.
"What are you looking for your corset?"
"ah... ugh...'
"Take it easy, maybe you are looking for busks?"
I know this word.
Busk is the front closure of corset.
So she might think I am going to make a corset by myself.
What a DIY store, they make everything by themselves.
Yuzawaya is too high level for me as I thought.
"No... no. no... what I want is just ordinary..."
"Ordinary...?"
"Himo"
"Ah! I got you. You are looking for back-lacing. OK, what are you going to use your corset?"
"... I don't understand..."
"Sorry, are you going to use for cosplay or stage costume?"
"No... not that... I am going to use it for da... oh... I'm gonna use it for daily use."
I was nearly saying "dieting”, but it sounds so ridiculous, so, I switched it.
Good job to myself, Misaki.
"Oh, poor girl, but did you go to see the doctor?"
"What? Why Doctor? Should I need to have a consulting?"
"I though you have back pain."
"No, not that... I just want to wear corset daily."
"OK, so you need to have a strong one."
"I don't know. Is there strong and weak?"
"Oh, I see, now I understand you. You are looking for a cord to lace up your corset. But you don't know which one you should take."
"YES! You are genius."
"Genius?"
"Oh, sorry clever!"
"Clever?"
When I get too tense, I always speaks something strange.
This time also.
"Smart! You are smart!"
"Ok... anyway, How long do you need? How many meters?"
I was stroke by the thunder.
While I was checking about corset, all what I know about the length is only "very long".
I've tried to remember and ... I said.
"Maybe 6 inches."
The clerk replied like nothing happened.
"Ok, 6 yards. so would you take just 6-yard or 30-yard wheel?"
"Yes, six yards."
Now, I remember, how long I need is 6 yard. but how many meters is it?
"Ok, so I would cut one for you."
"Well... I am so sorry..."
"Is anything wrong?"
"No, please don't laugh, I don't know how long is 6 yards."
"Ah, no problem, I would show you how to convert it."
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2026- The Rival Is My XXS-Size Mannequin
CAST
Misaki Urasaki: female, age:28, height:158cm(5'2"), Weight:59kg(130lbs), BMI:23.63, waist:72cm(28in)
Just slightly below average Japanese. Working for "Angel's Syndicate", an apparel company in Tokyo
Hina Iwatsuki: female, age:24, height:165cm(5'5"), Weight:51kg(112lbs), BMI:18.73, waist:61cm(24in)
A temporary employee of Angel's Syndicate. Very adorable, good attitude, always smiling.
Yo 'Vogue' Abe:Misaki's manager.
Divorced, single mother.A kind of executive woman who is addicted to business.
Shota Akigase:Misaki thinks he is only one of Misaki's co-workers. But maybe...
The Insane Site:
Hijacking Misaki's smartphone and running weird quizzes. Always joking and fooling.
Tinnitus:
Maybe corset fairies.
Nobody knows what they are.
👼Aboo, whispering above the sky high👼
Nice but too much.
👿Deboo, whimpering below the underground👿
Rude but clear.
Author
Jan 'Aboo' Noir
I am a professional curvereator whose ambition is to give anyone in the world hourglass waists.
The indispensable weapon for curvereating is a corset.
By cinching your ribcage, it becomes a slimming posture art: building a cyborg-level silhouette from your underbust to your hips, aligned along your spine.
People call it waist training.