Allan Quartermain: His first corset. (Patreon)

He spent his entire life dismissing women's complaints about how uncomfortable they found corsets. Women were, he'd been taught and fully believed, sensitive and prone to dramatic exaggerations. Then, cruel fate would place Allan Quartermain in a corset of his own as he found himself a young lady in Victorian England. The girl who helped him into what he quickly described as "a contraption no doubt conceived of in the torture chambers of Beelzebub" asked if he would rather fight an alligator with his bare hands or spend a day in a corset.

"Alligator. Bare hands," Quartermain answered. "At least then I could breath." 

"Eh," the girl answered, "but you're not likely to find yerself a husband that way, misses."