Amy helps you out

“Alright. So I’ll need to enter your measurements. First off I’ll need your flaccid size.” Her eyes darted down to my penis. “Oh! I guess it’s a bit chilly in here now, isn’t it?”

I glanced down and noticed I looked a fair bit smaller than usual. Amy giggled as she approached, bundling up the string against her finger. She pressed a small length of it against my shriveled flaccid penis and examined it before pressing it against he ruler that was drawn on the table.

“Hm...that can’t be right.” She turned back towards me and measured again. As she did so, I felt the warmth of her fingers against my penis. I couldn’t believe that Amy Handel, the most attractive girl at my high school, a girl I’d fantasized about for years was touching my penis. It was literally a dream come true. She pulled away and measured the length of string for a second time.

“Huh.” She seemed confused for some reason. “Lisa? Am I doing this wrong?”

“No. Looks accurate to me.” She said. There was a look of amusement on her face but she didn’t meet my eyes.

“Can you do the measurement?” Amy asked her

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, sorry, I just don’t usually do this, I think I’m doing it wrong.”

Lisa approached and took the string from Lisa, measuring it against my flaccid penis and then against the ruler that was on the table. “What did you measure?” Lisa said to Amy.

“Um...zero point nine.” She said hesitantly. Her eyes met mine then she looked away.

“Zero point eight for me.” Lisa said. She shot me another smirk. “We’ll use yours. Bump him up a little.”

“Are you sure that’s right? Maybe we measured it wrong.” Amy said. Her voice was full of concern, but Lisa’s was full of amusement.

“Oh no, we did it right.” Lisa said with a giggle. “Enter it into the database.”

Amy hesitated by she moved over to the computer and inputted the data. “Ok...zero point nine inches….it’s giving a warning asking it that’s correct and asking for a second measurement, what was yours? Zero point eight?” Lisa nodded. “Ok, I’ll put that in.” Lisa stepped over to the laptop.

“Alright, official flaccid penis size is 0.85 inches.” Amy said awkwardly.

“Don’t forget to give him his percentile score.” Lisa said.

“Um...right…” Amy met my eyes for a moment then looked away. “So...that puts you in the um...bottom...1%.”

Lisa eyed the laptop. “The smallest we’ve measured at this site. Congratulations!” She let out a little laugh but quickly cut it off as Amy gave her a sharp look. “Lisa! Stop that! Besides, it doesn’t matter how small it is soft.” She gave me a warm smile, the smile I remembered from high school.

“That’s true.” Lisa said. She smirked at me again. “Now the fun part.” She explained that I needed to get my penis hard for the final measurement, which I had expected but as my eyes landed on Amy I began to feel anxious. My penis was already shriveled up more than usual from the open window.

“So...do I just…?” I asked awkwardly.