A curvaceous and skimpily-clad blonde

You finally see who is at your camp and she is an incredibly attractive blonde wearing clothes that accentuate every curve on her body. Her chest is only covered by a white sports bra that, thanks to the rain, is somewhat sheer, so you can see the outline of her perfect nipples. Her firm booty is covered in a matching pair of white yoga shorts which are equally sheer, and you can tell that she’s not wearing any panties. Her stomach is smooth and firm with a hint of abs, and her legs are long and tone.

After seeing her, you can’t help but feel somewhat turned on. You feel some blood rush towards your shrunken penis, which is already below average under ideal circumstances. You begin to worry she might see, so you try to back further into the shadows to avoid detection. As you slowly backpedal, you slip in the mud and fall with a loud thud. The blonde obviously hears this and runs over to see what happened. As she passes the bush you once called cover you can’t help but notice how her cleavage jiggles as she runs towards you.

“What the hell?” she yells when she sees you. “Why are you naked?”

“I-I'm sorry!” you stammer in your feminine boyish voice while trying to cover your crotch. This only draws her attention to it, and she covers her mouth from laughing

“Hm, you a girl or a boy?" she asks obviously knowing you were born male even if that penis of yours was more similar to an oversized clit.

"I-I'm a girl...." you reply, with only a few of your friends knowing of your secrets up till now and it felt kind of refreshing.

"Well I'd be a girl too if I had a dick that small!" she gives a good laugh and you blush hard, your cock growing erect.

“I-I mean... It's small but not that small!” you say, knowing full well you are below average but definetely not a micro penis!

“It really is hon,” the blonde replies, smiling. “I’ve used chap stick bigger than that thing.”

"Bitch, that's a straight up lie and we both know it." you reply knowing very well that you were infact longer and thicker than a Chapstick.

“Whatever small stuff. Just admit that it's pathetically small and we can move on” she says with a grin.