Ms. Anderson

Without saying a word, Ms. Anderson walks across the exam room and reaches for a metallic ruler hanging on a strip lining the wall, alongside a stethoscope, heart-rate monitor and other medical devices. With the ruler in hand she pulls an exam stool just next to you and takes a seat. The doctor and Ms. Pauling watch closely, but you already know what the embarrassing metric will be. You've measured yourself many times in the past **** for some change in development, always with **** disappointment. Although on your best day you can boast a modest 4 1/2 inches fully erect, your flaccid penis always held a more humiliating truth. And with your heightened nerves and the unforgiving A/C unit blasting you from above, they would all be able to tell their girlfriends about the smallest dick they've ever seen.

Ms. Anderson sits facing you, just off of your right side, as to not block the view from her boss and colleague. She holds the ruler in her left hand and places the base of the ruler against your pelvis and the length of it against your shriveled penis, which at this point resembles a slightly larger than average acorn. You feel the cold of the metal ruler against it.

"Three," Ms. Anderson reports to her [boss.

Ms](http://boss.Ms). Pauling pursed her lips into a smirk while the Doctor looks down and at her clip and readies her pen.

"Alright, three-inches. I'm not going to sugar coat it young man, that's considerably smaller than average. Has it always-"

"I'm sorry, Doctor - I wasn't clear," Ms. Anderson interrupts. "It's um, three.. centimeters".

The doctor pauses, with a confused but at the same time amused expression on her face. Ms. Paulings smirk evolves into a full grin which she covers with one hand. Her face turn red but she keeps her gaze fixed on the whole scene. She can barely stifle her laughter. Ms Anderson grins back at the doctor and then up to your reddened face. She is savoring your embarrassment.

The pause lasts only a few seconds but feels like an eternity. The doctor reaches for the glasses perched on the neck of her low-cut blouse, and says quizzingly to Ms. Anderson, "Are you sure? We're in no rush, you can double check."

Ms. Anderson continues the hold the ruler to your penis. She turns her head to read it again. "Yup I'm sure, it's - oh. Oh um, four centimeters."

You hear her revised and report and realize. You had been so overwhelmed by the attention, the turning feeling in your stomach, the briskness of the air conditioning on your skin, you hadn't even noticed the tingling sensation in the base of your penis. And now it was starting to spread. Panicking, you search for the words to protest and move things along. You open your mouth but the words don't come out. With heightened intrigue, Ms. Anderson continues to observe and report.

"Five now!"

You look down and see for yourself. The little acorn that sat at the base of your pelvis had begun to extend out and elongate. At no point was did it hang down, but only started to stick outward, one centimeter at a time, and was now starting to point upwards. The Doctor takes two powerful steps forward to see the ordeal for herself, and Ms. Pauling follows right by her side, her expression now changed to a mixture of shock and amusement. The increased attention only increases the tingling sensation in your penis, and it continues to grow and tighten the angle it made against your body. Ms. Anderson spoke again.

"Yup, he's definitely getting aroused."

Fearing what might happen next, you search the doctor's face.