(Fantasy world,) Dinky group.

I sit in the leather chair in the reception of the doctors room. My breath heaves in nervousness as I watch the other men walk across the corridor when there name is called. As I deeply inhale the scent of disinfectant warping across my nostrils, I think of how all men aged 21 and over have to go through a series of ‘ examinations,’ which then placed us in these groups referred to as ‘bulls, norms and dinkies.’

“Excuse me!” A tall blonde haired woman looks at me impatiently as her white lab coat fits in with the porcelain interior of the clinic. “Your name has been called out, sir. Kindly go into room 7 for proceedings.”

“Shit!” I mutter to myself feeling conflicted during the ordeal. My heart beats angrily as the nervousness pounds my very core. In truth I have no idea what may happen, but one thing is for certain, I am in the ‘dinky’ group.

There’s a lot of mystery surrounding the dinky group, but rumors are that being in them, is one of the most embarrassing things that can happen to your life. The reason is because groups are divided mostly on penis size and supposedly dinkies are men with micropenises. Now, I don’t know why exactly, as I doubt they would not exactly be open about exposing there status.

As my heart pounds I come to the surreal feeling I’m going to know exactly what will happen with my own Micropenis.