Go back to the bar

Once your mind catches up with your new reality, only one thought comes to the forefront of your mind: fix this. You try to formulate a plan, but how do you investigate when you have no idea how this happened? Except… what about that girl! Her last words to you were ominous at best and threatening at worse… is it possible that maybe she’s done this to you, somehow? Regardless, with no other real options or leads, you decide that your best option is to go back to the bar that you met her in and hope that she shows up again. Not a very reliable plan, but the only one you have in impossible circumstance.

Putting on clothes and getting ready was difficult, the awkward emptiness between your legs causing a very uncomfortable void. When you put on your boxers and jeans and there’s no bulge, no nothing that can be seen or felt between your legs it sparks feelings of doubt and insecurity in you. What if somebody noticed? What if you make another mess while in public? The thought of running to the bathroom to have to clean up rivulets of cum makes you flush with embarrassment.

Nonetheless, you steel yourself. You’re still a guy, and this isn’t going to change who you are… you’re a confident person. Someone who isn’t afraid to take that first step. You don’t need some flesh hanging between your legs to tell you who you are, do you?

In any case, after arriving at the club again you feel an anxiety take hold. It’s earlier than normal, and there are less people than there are later in the night. Except now you feel like everyone is staring at you, making you feel like they can see through your pants. Like they know you aren’t gonna be pitching tents anymore. You decide to order a drink to calm yourself down and try to relax a little, you definitely need it.

As the night progresses, you don’t see the girl, but perhaps it’s still too early. Instead, you people watch a little. But a strange feeling overcomes you when you watch another guy leaning over seductively at the kind of cute girl you would go for. Inferiority. Smallness. It makes you feel less than him that you don’t have that vital piece of equipment all men are expected to have. Even if you do drum up the confidence, how could you ever find a girl who wouldn’t mind a guy like you? Such a masculine figure with this feminine organ between your legs. Through these feelings and insecurities though, you feel a familiar but unwelcome feeling given the circumstance. List. You feel yourself getting wet while you imagine how much taller and more masculine most of these guys here are. It makes you feel small. Weak.

You try to brush away these thoughts and focus on the task at hand, staking out and looking for the girl. The girl who potentially ruined your life over a momentary outburst.