Go back and ask for help

Jake's mind was running a mile a second as he stared at his crotch, a phantom feeling of where his cock had been before. As the realisation began to set in, and his mind began to panic far worse than before. He had made reservations at one of the nicer restauraunts near the mall, and had planned to take his girlfriend there after she was done at the shoe stand she sold stuff at. A few minutes ago, Jake dreamed of making it the night he had dreamed of since he entered high school. But with this...microdick between his legs, paranoia began to settle like a parasite in his brain.

Jake had started high school - like a lot of people - without ever having been with a girl or boy in any sense of the term. What at first was nothing more than a passing thought turned into a source of ridicule by people he knew, especially those in his Gym class, where his average, boring build made him feel lesser against the masculine - at least for 14 - teen boys. He started to go mad from fear, his mind jumping to conclusions about inadequecies about him as a person that he solved through chronic masturbation. So, when Sarah asked him out 6 months ago on the dot, he did everything to ensure that his relationship would be perfect, in the vain hope of getting what every young straight guy wants: pussy.

But with the button mushroom between his legs settling in it's nest of pubic hair, Jake immediately thought of the worse: rumours spreading about the break-up, followed by gossip from Sarah during a drunk night with friends, followed by humiliation in the locker rooms by the Adonis that was Todd and his gang of cronies. "They might take photos and leak them against my will, or **** me," he muttered under his breath, pacing in an abandoned bathroom stall. His fears of permanent virginity shot through him as he held his head in his hands, an exasperated grunt leaking out as he continued pacing.

A minute or so passed before Jake began to think rationally, as the words "Go back!" sprung from his lips like a frog from a lilly pad. They were selling it, so they must have something that can fix this, the train of thought going through his head. With a determined grin he bolted out of the stall and made his way towards the shop, a few metres away.

A young woman was busy dusting the various bits of assorted media, humming a little ditty when she saw a customer bolt in like nothing. "Woah," she uttered, "let's not break anything, okay? I need this job, can't let customers mess everything up" she said as she put down her supplies to greet the customer, a gangly, average-looking teenager, no more than 18. "So, welcome to Gene and Eric's Odds and Ends, how may I hel-" her bored reciting of the many stock phrases for customers was cut off, as the young man began to act erratic. Through the word avallanche the teen, the young woman managed to pick out 'watch', 'date', 'too small' and 'gottahelpme', along with his name, Jake.

Staring blankly back at each other, a brief-yet-uncomfortable moment of silence passed before the clerk - a woman named Jade, as the brass-colored name tag showed - responded. "Look, are you alright? Do you need some water or something? Someone die in the food court or something?"

Jake, still paranoid and out of breath, pointed to the watch and his crotch in repeated fashion, a combination of shock and annoyance growing more and more as Jade tried to see if she could distract the guy long enough to get the mall cops involved.

"Wait, I think I get you," she responded after an eternity had passed, "you're having trouble with that watch we had on display! Yeah, it's technically a prototype watch we got from a gag company, wanted a few branches to show it off as a gift for a shitty boyfriend or a total tool in the bar." As she prattled, Jake started to calm down as he listened to her explanation of how the device worked. He understood every third or fourth word, but she seemed to understand his problem. If his minnow was back to size by 7:30 - a good 3 hours from now - he would be relieved.

"Well at least your dumb ass managed to bring it back, otherwise my boss would get on me like a fat guy on a Thai hooker" she said, before signalling Jake to follow her into a back room at the end of the elongated store. Any thoughts of what coud go wrong were clouded by his desire to get back to normal ASAP. Otherwise, a life of insults and rejection were most certainly in his future, at least until he moved to College.