Laundry day

"John, I'm doing the laundry! Could you go shower, and I'll wash the clothes your wearing?" His mom called to him down the hall.

John didn't think this was amiss since his mom would do things like this since he was a child. She hasn't seen him naked, but she was a bit curious what he looked like because of all the chatter she heard. The number of rumors just seemed to eat at her to find out, and this was her chance. She hoped she could tell her son he had nothing to be ashamed of, and to put all those rumors to bed and move on.

So, John entered the bathroom, tossed his clothes out the door, and locked the door behind him. He then took some time to inspect just what he was working with. He was definitely tiny. His bals had shrunk as well to make his dick a little less out of proportion to each other, but there was no mistaking their size. Not wanting to waste more time, he jumped into the shower and turned on the water.

While he showered, his mom prepared a trap. She locked his bedroom door and had taken the towels from the bathroom before he went in. John was too preoccupied with his new "look" to post attention to anything else missing.

After he showered, he got out of the shower and reached for a towel, only to grab at air. He looked around the room and saw nothing. He poked his head out of the room and shouted for his mom, but he figured she was in the laundry room and couldn't hear him over the hum of the machines. Since she was preoccupied, he didn't see a reason why he couldn't rush across across hall naked and go to his room. Looking both ways real quick, he dashed over to his bedroom door, only to find it locked!

"What the...MOM! Did you lock my bedroom door?!" He called out.

When she didn't reply, he covered his wet penis and tried to think of where the towels would normally be. He shivered (partly from being cold and wet from the shower, and party because this was turning him on) as he remembered they would be in the hallway cabinet, which was in full view of the living room and front door. Thankfully, no one was to drop by, so he quietly made his way to the cabinet and opened it. The towels were on a high shelf, which meant he had to stretch his arms up and stand tip toe to get one.

It was in this position that he suddenly heard a gasp!