Straight Jacket Novels & Stories

I will not allow even this small defiance. I retrieve the jacket from where it lies in a crumpled heap, straightening the fabric and forcing myself into its confines once more. The sleeves are too long, the shoulders too wide, but I know the dimensions will return to normal if I can just hold on long enough, if I can just force my bones to comply with the limitations of this form.

Kyle immediately saw the purpose of the straps and smiled at the salesman. "The lady's upper proportions are generous so a jacket to fit both top and waist will be a challenge. This jacket is adjustable and still offers excellent protection. In typical use I would recommend a smaller size but this one will allow for under layers yet still look fashionable." He took the jacket from the hanger and handed it to Kyle who moved behind Fiona to help her put it on. With a nervous smile she let him slip it on her arms.

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.

As she gracefully walked towards me, I couldn't help but rise to my feet, my eyes fixed on her every movement. As she approached me with a bright smile, she asked, "What do you think of this outfit? I'm planning to wear it to the office.” Taken by surprise I didn't respond to her immediately, still gazing at her beauty and then walked close to her. “I see.” I nodded slowly and replied in a hushed tone. "It's a genuine Hynia vintage jacket from 1982," she said proudly, running her fingers over the intricate stitching and carefully preserved fabric as she showed it off.

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

For the baby. "I’ll be there in twenty minutes," I said. I took the subway to save what little credits I had left. The car was nearly empty, but I felt the weight of stares. A young girl sitting across from me leaned in, her eyes wide with admiration. "That jacket," she whispered. "It’s bespoke Crowne silk, isn't it? Where did you get it? It’s gorgeous." I looked down at the black cashmere. "It... it isn't mine," I stammered.

It had a certain edge to it, a boldness that was undeniably her style. “This jacket,” she began, turning to face the board. “Is made for the woman who wants to make a statement. It’s versatile, comfortable, and high fashion. The asymmetry represents modernity. The bold color accents convey confidence. This is the kind of piece that sets the tone for an entire collection.”

I looked at it and then looked at her in nervousness. "It's um... It's my jacket" I said the first thing that came in to my mind. "Um, Em...?" Melissa started and I turned to her after which she crossed her arms against her chest and added, "Men's jacket?" "This is my jacket. And um... there's nothing men or women in jackets, Mel" I scoffed and justified. "Really? Then what's this?" She asked, showing me the tag on the jacket which showed: "Men's jacket - Size L"

“She knew that jacket well enough to warn you to stay away from him.” “I noticed. There could have been a dozen other guys who have a jacket like this,” I said. “No. That’s a Givenchy leather jacket. Retails for six thousand dollars. There’s only one guy on campus who wore that jacket on ordinary days,” she said. “Zachary,” I murmured. “Are you dating him?” I wish! Excuse me! Did I just think that? Did I seriously wish that I was dating my brother? Well, we’re not blood related, but still…

Alex stepped out and adjusted his suit jacket, posture straightening into something lethal. A man ready for war.