The bench goes unnoticed.

Flustered, panicked, and actually feeling quite a bit turned on by what you just stumbled upon, you in turn stumble across the bench in your row of the locker room. As you sit up and scan left and right, the girls step around the lockers. The huge phallus’ of choice are covering their nether regions, and they each are wearing a small top, but are otherwise naked. The blonde is the first to talk, “Well, you must be the one that let them in.”

“I didn’t.” You protest.

The brunette advances a few steps, “Hmm, I don’t know, I think this one is a girl. She’s very pretty.” She raises a finger to her lips, then spreads the thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, “How big is your clitty?” She goes to two inches apart, “this big?”

“I don’t have a tiny dick.” As you say the words, the nagging feeling that she is right creeps in and a tear forms in your eye.

The blonde behind you has approached while you weren’t looking, she grabs your shoulders and spins you around, her mouth opens, but whatever she was going to say floats off into oblivion as she reads the hurt in your face. “Oh no, are you crying?” She wipes the tear away. This is all just for fun, we won’t do anything to you if you don’t want us to. Shh, it’s okay.”

The brunette steps up, “Why are you coddling the little sissy Amy?” She looks into your eyes, “Oh shit it’s really tiny isn’t it?” She blurts out a laugh.

“No it…”

Amy cuts you off, “Cindy, don’t be a bitch.” Then she gets close to you and whispers, “Confession, I think tiny cocks are super cute. I really want to take you home and fuck you.”

“How small is it? Can I see it? Is it like totally cute? Are you like totally trans? I bet you’re name is, mmm, I know, it’s probably Cinnamon, or Amber, or some other stripper name.” She grabs at the hem of your skirt.

Amy bats her hand away, “Cindy, stop, quit picking on her.” Then turning to you she turns her voice a bit lower, seductively asking, “You are so hot, you do prefer her. Right?”