"You don't know this, but many of our islanders are apprehensive of men for good reason. Many have been mistreated or beaten by men in the past, or they simply have this fear of how the stronger male will frequently utilize his strength to force his will on them. Most have lost their interest in the male side of the species. We certainly don't want you disturbing the delicate balance around here (What balance is that?)
"I was hoping you'd be more understanding," she started walking again and held my arm more gently. Was she trying to intimidate me with her own considerable strength? "It will be difficult finding a skilled seamstress on such short notice. You seem quite ideal for us, other than your being a man. Why make such a big deal? It certainly offers you an excellent opportunity to exhibit your talents, and I don't remember seeing anyone else vying for your employment. Its only your outward appearance and I can't see what that will affect in the long run?"
'No affect...,' I felt the brassiere strap slipping yet again, reaching to lift it to my shoulder even as I felt the evening chill bringing goosebumps to my bare legs... 'in the long run'.
How did she know what kind of affect it would have on me? There was no pain except to my psyche, and it sure made me feel ridiculous and uncomfortable in front of the others. To save everyone else's discomfort, I had to endure these ridiculous clothes.