I go to the boys locker room

As I approach the door, I see a man standing outside it.

“Heya.” I say.

“Heya yourself. What’s your name?” He asked cooly.

“Simon.” I reply nervously. What was this? Some kind of setup?

“I was told to let you in, and you in only. But I need to make sure it’s you. Pull your cock out.” He said.

I was take aback. “M-my cock?”

“Yeah. I was told this guy had a micropenis, so you have to show me to prove it’s you.” He said.

I hesitated. Should I really show him? How did he even find out? Was all this some kind of test?

Suddenly, the guy burst out laughing. “Man, I’m totally fucking with ya! You should see the look on your face!!!” His laughter echoed across the room. “You ACTUALLY have a micropenis? That’s hilarious!”

My face blushed with shame. This guy was a real jokester, wasn’t he.

“The name’s Grayson. And I believe your ‘royal highness’ is waiting for you as we speak.” He let out another chuckle.

Talk about a weirdo. I slid past him and entered into the locker room. As soon as the door opened, I heard it.