This has made me smile. And brought back memories.
When I was about 17, my then boyfriend gave me a bright orange roll on. At the time I weighed less than 7 stones. Well, I struggled to get it on, and had to put one leg in front of the other so I could pull it up. It was so tight I could hardly breathe, and I didn't know how the heck I could get it off. I struggled trying to get my fingers into the top to get to grips with it, I was starting to panic. In the end I had to cut it off, took literally over an hour. I have never been so exhausted and frightened.
I found out months later that my boyfriend had gone into the shop because he fancied the sales girl, and she had talked him into buying this horrible thing. I wish I had kept it and strangled him with It!