Dreams & nightmares

2013

Fairfax High School, Virginia.

A young Alexandra sits alone in the cafeteria. She looks off into the distance at another table where a group of eight people are talking loudly. She watches them while sipping from a straw in her orange juice. Her eyes look tired, lacking vitality.

A black girl also turns around, noticing Alexandra watching them. Alexandra quickly averts her gaze, but it's too late. She continues eating, increasingly faster, as she notices the group of people approaching her table.

"Hey! Hey! Chew your food a bit" she hears a male voice.

Alexandra becomes anxious when she looks up and sees Spencer. Immediately stops swallowing. Doesn't say a word. Spencer reaches out and grabs the carton of milk from Alexandra's tray. She tries for a moment to hold onto it, but he already grabbed it and moved it as far away from her as possible.

"I think you've had enough milk”, he also grabs her sandwich and takes a bite, "I'm doing you a favor, believe me”.

"Gimme my stuff asshole, I paid for that!"

"Oh, sorry, here you go”, Spencer takes out a coin and puts it in Alexandra's cleavage, "the slot was meant for that, right?"

The rest of the group laughs as Spencer continues to joke about Alex's appearance. Everyone except Fabiana, who's in the group, pretending to smile guiltily in the background.

"What did I do to you guys?"

"Don't worry, chocolate milk! We're just playing, after all, we're friends"

"We're not friends" Alexandra pushes him so hard that he falls off the table, then she angrily leaves.

As she crosses the hallway back to class, she hears the bell. Behind her came the same guys from before, the same group. One of them pushes Alexandra to the floor. The laughter and gestures of surprise lasted only a moment.

She continued with a red face and teary eyes, a mixture of shame and hatred. She looked up to see Spencer's smug and smiling face walking away, making a hand gesture like touching his chest. Fabiana helped her pick up her books properly.

“They’re just boys”

Later

Spencer sat, discreetly looking out the window, and casually checking his phone. He paid attention to anything but the class. His eyes were focused on a tree in the distance, perched on the hills of the school park. There was someone next to that tree. A sturdy black woman. Who is she?

He was immediately interrupted by an imposing female voice.

"Mr. Pellegrini, is the class boring you?"

"Sorry, teacher, I wasn't… YOU! IT WAS YOU!"

Spencer couldn't understand what was happening. There was the teacher in front of the class. But she wasn't really his teacher; she was Alexandra. But it wasn't even the 18-year-old Alexandra. It was the 29-year-old Alexandra, dressed in her formal psychologist suit.

"Professor Oshun for you, dear. Now, come to the front”.

Spencer immediately appeared in front of the class, facing away from the chalkboard. Laughter erupted, especially from the girls, when Spencer noticed he was completely naked and exposed. He immediately covered his crotch, but Alexandra slapped his hands with a ruler, ordering him to put them behind his back.

"Girls! Quiet! If you need to talk, raise your hand”.

One of the girls raised her hand enthusiastically. Josephine Goddard, one of the most attractive girls in the class.

"Yes, Josephine”.

"What's wrong with Spencer between his legs?"

"That? Technically speaking, it's a penis. But ain’t no worry, not all are this small. What your little friend has here is a 'micropenis,' a medical condition in which the penis doesn't fully develop and remains well below average in size”.

Lucy Jefferson, a blonde who often teased Spencer, also raised her hand to ask the next question. She contained her laughter while trying to formulate it.

"And does it work?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'work.' Stimulating a woman, no way, been impossible because the G-spot of women is deeper than Spencer here has to penetrate”.

"But for reproduction?"

"Perhaps. I don't know who would want to reproduce with a 'man' like this”, the girls chuckled, "maybe he can't no even do that. Just look at the size of his little balls!"

The girls continued taking photos while others continued asking questions. Spencer looked at their faces and recognized each one mocking him. They were all women. All familiar women looking at his pity pencil penis on his lower abdomen. He crossed his legs, unable to cover himself with his hands or run away.

"A dream”, Spencer understood everything, "I'm inside a dream, but why can't I wake up?"

"Cause I control this dream, darling" Alex was sitting on the desk, with a superior smile and her arms crossed, "right now, you're in ma office, asleep, and I'm giving ya instructions on what you can or cannot dream about”.

The girls started a chorus: “Spencer has a teeney weenie”

Spencer, mortified, gathered his strength and separated his feet from the ground, managing to escape the class, covering his crotch with one hand. He rushed through the door and found himself in a different environment.

Now the spotlights were on him as he stood in the middle of the high school stadium. Thousands of people were watching him, naked, exposing his tiny dick. Laughing at him. Giant screens focusing on his groin. Everyone was seeing him, without even a piece of cloth to cover his minuscule member.

His face turned as red as it could get. The awareness of being in a dream didn't take away the embarrassment of that mortifying situation. Specially when everybody started choring again: “Spencer has a teeney weenie”.

"I must admit, I wanted to show you the jerk you were in high school”, Alex appeared behind him, resting one of her hands on Spencer's fat ass.

Every day of her high school life, Alexandra had been the victim of teasing from Spencer and his group of friends. Insults about her appearance, her weight, her race. Heavy, original, and vulgar jokes. She had been ridiculed in private and in public. And perhaps worst of all, they had driven her away from her only friend, marginalizing her from any social relationship and making her **** to the most hostile environments.

"You understand? I hope you at least remember me now, little Spencer. And I hope you know why I enjoy watching you suffer like this. Who would have thought? Maybe you and I ain’t no different”. She smiled, asking with a whisper on his ears “Now, I hope you know who am I”

"Yes! Yes! Alexandra Oshun. I know who you are. I understand, damn it. Just give me some clothes to wear”.

"I think I'm going to put you in a few more scenarios. Just to confirm… And so you don’t forget me so easily next time, sexy boy"

Alexandra spent the rest of the night in her office, inventing humiliating scenarios for Spencer. Different contexts to make him naked and show his tiny little dick. She made him parade in front of the whole city with a banner that said "I'm a little bitch”. She made him appear in front of the cheerleaders of his class, the most attractive ones he had ever seen, who all mocked him in unison. She made him on the verge of having sexual relations with different women, only to fail constantly due to his impotence, premature ejaculation, or simply because they laughed at him and left. She made him compare the size of his dick with the current boyfriends of all his exes. So many possibilities…