A young guy, looks to be fresh out of school.

Matt is immediately taken aback as he is greeted by what must be a kid less than a year out of school. Matt had decided to get a man therapist for this particular problem but he was not prepared for this attractive young guy.

The therapist, John, quickly putts Matt at ease and has him sit across from him. John sits in a big comfy leather chair and Matt on a low, pink and satin couch.

"Now Matt, my secretary says you wouldn't give details about exactly what you needed to talk about today, she said you sounded a bit embarrassed on the phone. Now, I understand that some issues may seem to big to handle, but I promise if you are honest here we can make sure you are taken care of."

Matt takes a deep breath and jumps into a 5 minute monologue, outlining his life of shame and secrecy. He tells John how his little penis has led to confidence issues, lost jobs, broken relationships, you name it. And its never going to change.

John finally interrupts Matt, who is completely bright red and blushing furiously. "Wow Matt, now I understand how you feel. It's a lot of pressure trying to live up to the expectations that we have for ourselves. And I'm sure you maybe have an unrealsitic idea of what a guys' size should be."

Matt frustrated, yelled, "No, you don't get it doctor. I know what you are thinking. You think I am just another guy with a complex, some idiot who watched too much porn and thinks his five inch dick is not good enough. Well how would you feel if you were packing this!"

Maybe it was the years of frustration or just having had spent 5 full minutes talking about how tiny his dick was, but Matt couldn't stand one more second of having to argue with this doctor. So in a moment of lost control and anger, Matt stands up, unbuttons his jeans and pushes them to the ground along with his underwear. He stands before his doctor and again yells "I am not crazy!"