they notice

Everything goes well, no one talks to you or teases your small chest. Actually, there isn’t much talking at all. The room got silent after you turn the shower off. The only thing you can feel is a small piece of fabric sitting at your ankles. Your eyes glance down and see your panties soaked on the ground and your tiny package peeking out fully erect at two inches. Your hands reach for your panties but you hear a voice before you’re able to.

“So you’re done now Carter?”

“We can see your balls from here, you know.”

“Why don’t you turn around Carter?” You can already feel dozens of eyes peeping at you. Covering yourself with a hand you turn around, Tracy’s eyes meet yours, still nude and red mad peering down at you. "So what, you thought you could play pretend?” Tracy’s voice booms at your ears, the other girls are gasping and have disgusted looks on their faces.

“Show us!” One yells from the back. “Mhm, it’s only fair. You got to see all of us butt naked,” Tracy says. A deep breath in and out, then you remove your covering hand. “See okay, nothing special at all,” you say, knowing you have a disappointing size.

“Holy shit, you’re hard?”

“It’s really small.”

“That can be that size?”

“Pathetic, I would never let him touch me.”

“My brother is bigger and he’s three.”

Tracy’s eyes widen in amazement, “Carter that’s fucking gross, get out of here!” “Yes, I’m so sorry,” head down in shame, you quickly get dressed and run out of the room. Back in your dorm crying, Miranda holds you tightly and silently listens to the experience today. "They all hate me, Miranda!” Crying into her shoulder, “And they’re gonna tell everyone!”

“Carter, I’m sure things will be ok.”

Sleep finds you well, the day’s events were exhausting. Dreams find you, filling your mind with images of Nate. You can practically hear his voice running through your mind, feel his kiss on your lips again.

Nightmares fill your mind as well, taking control of your thoughts. Reminded of the stares and the humiliation, mistakes you can’t take back, mistakes that can affect your life.

“Carter!” Miranda shouts out your name. “Huh? What’s up Miranda?” “You were having a nightmare, you were whimpering in your sleep…” “Oh, sorry about that.”