Matt, a young Delta male

You've been dealt one of the worst hands one can have in life, that of a lowly gamma male. You've got average looks and an average body with a less than average cock size. You've been able to bluff your way through childhood, managing to avoid exposing your three inch secret to anyone while passing yourself off as a Gamma or even Beta, like your parents, but on your eighteenth birthday that ruse has come to an end.

For the children of rich and famous, avoiding the sorting is possible. One particular guy you're aware of, the son of a couple of movie stars, had hidden his own micro penis until he was 25 thanks to money and fame. But without his movie star good looks and his parents money, you don't stand a chance.

As dictated by law, on your birthday you arrived at the local courthouse. Your parents sent you on your way cheerfully enough, but they had no idea that your cock had stopped growing about eight years ago. They expected you to be destined for middle management like them and your grandparents before them. They had no idea that you were about to destroy their plans for your future.

The sorting floor lobby was already busy when you arrived.

At the very front of the room was a very cute girl. She was flat chested and had no ass, but for girls the rules were quite as strict. A girl didn’t have to live up to the same standards as a boy. A girl with a flat chest and ass could still easily be sorted as a beta, and with a little plastic surgery, she could even work her way up to be an Alpha.

You were about to sit down when they called your name. You sigh, knowing you can't hide from this and walk forward. A nurse looks you up and down, giving you a quick appraisal, then walks you back to a cold room. As you wait you hear sobs as someone nearby gets the same bad news you expect any minute now.

Still you wait.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes the door opens and in walks the doctor who will decide your future.