A Middle-aged Woman

While John showered, he felt the hot water drip downward on his little baby boy cock, and a feeling of ecstasy bathed his naughty mind. To verify his miraculous metamorphosis, he looked down at a very tiny itty bitty grape-shaped penis.

That’s the view I’m looking at — none other than a pathetic, shriveled-up, baby-sized, skinny half-inch penis. I not only have a small penis but probably the smallest of any man.

He hummed his favorite song until soft, distant footsteps startled him. They sounded like a woman's shoes, to which John nefariously smirked. John peered his head outside the curtain, and he saw a middle-aged woman

Oh man, is this really happening right now? My first tiny penis test and it was with an older woman. This situation couldn’t be any better.

This coincidence was the exact definition of serendipity. John began feeling nervous about what was going to transpire.

Why am I so nervous? It can’t be that bad. I’ve dreamed of this my whole life. I can’t back down now. The past version of myself would never retreat from this golden opportunity. Now, get your tiny little micropenis out there now before it’s too late!

There was no turning back now since John didn’t bring a towel. You usually pick one up at the pool area. John meticulously mapped out his entire plan. Now, he didn’t have any chance to cover the little dicklette hiding between his skinny legs.

He looked down, and his illogical nerves resulted in what any man would fear — his wet dicklette retracted inside his glabrous child-like body, and he couldn’t even pinpoint where his tiny cock was. He held his mouth to his hand and giggled to himself.

Where is it? I certainly didn’t forget it at home or did I? All well, they’ll see what important piece I’m missing to the puzzle.

But this was his moment to shine. Without further ado, John opened the curtain, sniffled from the cool breeze, and walked to the left, where the woman was putting on her swimsuit. John walked with terrific glamour as his little penis nestled between his tight, compacted baby balls. The little tiny thing didn’t move a muscle.

The woman looked right at the naked man and, in a flash, began laughing involuntarily from the top of her lungs. John was thankful no one else was in the locker room.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, haha. I don’t know why I’m laughing.”

John asked, “What are you doing here? This is the men’s locker room.

“Oh my, I must have stumbled into the little boy’s locker room, hahaha.”

“What is so funny?”

“Oh, nothing, sweetie, haha. Nothing is funny at all.”

Her face turned red, and the laughter just grew, with the decibels reaching a catastrophic magnitude.

John forgot what he wrote because, at that moment, he was incredibly embarrassed. He wanted to cover his little penis, but his disbelief and humiliation froze any willpower he had. His face blushed brighter than the amused woman. He just stood down — dumbfounded, naked, wet, and metaphysically tiny. The smallest of his penis posited the reality outside of human-sense perception.

John dishonestly asked, “Can I please have a towel?” There was a twinkle in his eyes to illuminate his innocence. “I forgot one when I came in.”

The woman finally composed herself and genuinely apologized, “I’m really sorry for laughing at you. You surprised me, that’s all. I mean, what do you expect running around all naked like that? It had nothing to do with your penis.”

John no longer felt embarrassed and wanted to hear exactly how she felt about his little beauty mark.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing at all, it’s just, you know, you are quite small in the basement.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Down in the gutter, there’s not much there.”

“I’m still not understanding.”

“Your penis is very…” She looked a little guilty when she mouthed “small” and gave him the small penis symbol, almost to the point there was no gap between her fingers.”

“There’s no one else in here. You don’t need to be secretive.”

She claimed, “Okay, it’s very tiny. But it may just be shrinkage. That’s what happens to boy’s wieners after they have a cold shower.”

“But I took a hot shower.”

She laughed genuinely this time, “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry then. Hahaha, wow. Okay. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but you are very tiny then. It’s like a little doorbell, haha.”

“It’s not at all. I don’t know what you are talking about. It’s average.”

She chuckled even more, “Baby dick, invest in a mirror because you need to see your reflection. It’s so skinny and small. But it’s okay; many boys have little wee-wees, although yours may be the smallest and cutest out of the bunch.

“Okay, lady, can you leave now?”

“Nope. I want to stay. I’m having too much fun now. How old are you?”

“I’m 26, and there’s nothing wrong with my penis. I look great.”

“You are 26 and like that?!” She pointed at his measly half-inch baby carrot. “I don’t have the words. That freaking sucks.” She stated directly at John’s unthinkably tiny, underdeveloped, prepubescent-looking little ding-dong.

She started laughing even harder than before, making John feel insecure but turned on because she legitimately chuckled at the truth.

“I’d reckon my son was bigger than you when he was born, haha. His would dwarf your little fun-sized cocklette.”

This soul-shattering reality mortified him. It was embarrassing for his baby boy parts to be compared to her newborn son.

“Anyways, do you have an extra towel?”

She slightly laughed, “I don’t, little boy, but you can get one at the front desk. I’m sure they would love to lend you one to cover up your cute and tiny little bits down there.”

“Okay, I get it. I have a very small penis.”

“Aww. Yes, you do. Hahaha. It’s adorable, but don’t get too comfortable showing it off. There could be girls here who would giggle even more than I did. That would be beyond embarrassing for you. I hope I run into you again. I need a good laugh in my life, hehe.”

John finally walked away with his little weenie bouncing around like a light switch. She giggled at his bubble butt as he hurried away.

John had never felt more sexually stimulated and haunted in his life, and this was only his first small penis exposure. John was about to put his clothes back on, but he had a better idea. He locked his locker and threw away the key.

Now, he had to forcibly remain naked with his small willy out in the open, where anyone could discover him. He didn’t know what to do. Should he ask for a towel at the front desk, go in the sauna, try to escape without being noticed, or call one of his female friends for help?