Happy Birthday
A Fictional Story by anonymous2727.
Trying not to worry too much about it, I shook my head sleepily and walked out of my bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom I shared with my sister. I took a second to put on my glasses and face the mirror before I started my day. I was still a little tired, and my short, pin-straight black hair was a bit messy. I could see in my sleep I had somehow twisted the shirt of my Elmo pajamas around backward. Yeah, Elmo pajamas. It’s a little hard to find anything but kids’ clothes for a guy my size. I stand tall at an impressive 5 feet 3 inches (a fact I blame on my Vietnamese parents) and weigh a staggering 100 pounds, soaking wet (you already know who I blame). It’s definitely rough growing up short and scrawny, but it has its upside: I bet I can fit in places those tall guys can’t, and I have more leg room on planes.
Snapping out of my stupor, I walked over to the toilet, pulled my Elmo pants down, and sat down to pee. This one is the real kicker that drives home how badly I lost the genetic lottery. My penis is literally so small I have to sit down to pee. I don’t think you even need to ask who I blame this time. It’s so tiny it doesn’t hang at all, just sits there like an acorn pointing straight out. I’ve tried before to pee standing up, but I just ended up embarrassing myself. I’ve measured it before, and it came up just under half an inch soft, and when I got it hard, it barely touched the half-inch mark. My black pubes were long enough to hide it from view completely. I know they say Asian guys have smaller ones, but I’m small even by those standards. It sounds pretty bad to be a 5-foot-tall, skinny guy with a micropenis, but I’ve gotten used to it. Hopefully, my growth spurt will come soon, though.
Looking down at my tiny thing got me thinking. Today was a special day; I would have a ton of people over at my house, and you never know what might happen. Maybe if my mom lets me serve alcohol, one of the girls gets a little tipsy, and then who knows. I remember seeing a video online, something about trimming the bushes makes the tree look taller…Standing up, I walked over to the mirror with my pants still down and grabbed a shaver out of the drawer. I turned it on and started going at the bush on my crotch. After I finished, I took a good look at my work. Jesus Christ, I thought. It looks even smaller now. I didn’t even think that was possible. The pubes actually helped retain a bit of ambiguity as to the exact nature of my manhood. Now my complete lack of it was on complete display. I also hadn’t thought about how shaving it would make my hairless body look even more like a boy with a boy dick. I pulled my pants up and tried not to think about it as I walked out of the bathroom.
“Woah Jimmy, watch it, dude,” my sister barely avoided bumping into me as I barged out into the hallway.
“My bad, Layla,” I muttered.
I was so distracted I almost walked right on past before I noticed the outfit she had on. She was a year younger than me but almost my size. She was about 5’1, maybe a little under, but her platform heels made her my height. She was wearing her normal school uniform, skirt and button down, but had made a few alterations: the skirt, I was sure, had been hemmed a few inches, exposing her smooth, slender legs, and the button down was tied off into a crop top to show off her toned stomach and tiny waist.
“Goddammit, Layla, you can’t wear that to school!”
She looked at me defiantly. “Why not?”
She had a very pretty face, like my mother, with angled almond eyes, a small nose, and delicate lips. She always wore more makeup than I thought she should, though; she would do that smoky eye look to try and look older than her age. She had a darker skin tone, like everyone in my family, but on me it made me look pallid. She had shiny, sun-kissed skin that made her look bronze and exotic, especially when paired with her chocolate-brown hair. I know the boys at my school were eyeing her, and I didn’t like it; I got very protective of her.
“Because you’ll get dress-coded, that’s why.”
“Whatever, bro, my boyfriend said he likes this outfit.” She turned promptly and went into the bathroom
“I wonder why,” I mumbled.
My sister and I had grown pretty close over the years. We talked about problems we were having at school; she talked about problems with boys; I talked about problems with girls. Nowadays, I have more to say about that last one. She had gotten herself a boyfriend over the summer, Jason, one of the Chinese kids in our neighborhood. I had always felt better about my failings with the opposite sex when Layla was also struggling. I knew she was attractive and desirable, so it made me feel better about my situation. We were both still virgins, but whereas Layla had a boyfriend she did stuff with and was planning to lose her virginity to him soon, I still hadn’t had my first kiss with a girl. I went into my room and checked the time.
Shit, I’m late. Quickly, I grabbed my uniform, slacks, shirt and tie, sweater, and threw it on haphazardly. It was a size XS, and even after desperately trying to shrink it in the dryer, it still fit a little loose on me. I slipped on my shoes and hurried out of my room.
Downstairs, my mother, Helen, was making breakfast, bustling around our small kitchen. We lived in a nice area and went to an expensive private school, but we could only afford one of the smallest houses there. It wasn’t too bad now that it was just the three of us. My mom and dad split over the summer, and she got the house. Honestly, I love them both, but I always wondered how my dad managed to get a guy like my mom. He was barely taller than me and just as skinny, and I assume he can’t have been very endowed. My mother, however, was still beautiful in her 50’s. She looked very much like my sister, just more mature and a little more curvy. They were both very fit, but my sister was more petite, and my mom was full-bodied, with full breasts and hips. I know it sounds weird that I’m describing them like this, but believe me, when you interact with as few girls as I do, you start looking at the ones you can be around; not in a weird way, but the male brain just requires some sort of female attention even if it’s not romantic whatsoever.
I was late already, so I grabbed a slice of toast and made my way out the door.
“Bye mom, bye sis!” I shouted as I closed the door.
I hitched my backpack up and stepped out to start my walk to school. Standing right outside my door was a girl waiting to walk with me to school: Lucy Chen. Lucy had lived on my street for longer than I remember; we practically grew up together. There had been some rough patches over the years, but we stayed strong and became closer friends than ever. She was a perfectly cute Japanese schoolgirl, with her skirt and button-down at the proper lengths. Her face was perfect. Sculpted and delicate. She had pale, milky skin with rosy cheeks, big, gorgeous, hooded brown eyes that looked at you innocently above her cute button nose, and full pink lips.
She wore a headband too, which kept her straight, jet-black hair out of the way so it perfectly framed her face. She always dressed modestly; uniform at the standard lengths as I said, and also wore leggings and opted for the long-sleeve version with the top button done up. I’m sure girls who dressed like my sister got more attention from other boys, but Lucy’s pure innocence always drew me to her.
Her dress sense meant I rarely caught sight of her body, but when I did, it was breathtaking. She was a bit shorter than my sister, around five feet, and had the most incredibly petite little body imaginable, with a nice-shaped butt and a perfect handful of breasts. She was so petite and perfect that she almost looked fragile; it made me want to caress her and gently shower her with soft affection. If you can’t tell, I think about Lucy a lot. I think I’ve always been attracted to her, but I only started to realize it about a few years ago, and now it’s gotten to the point where I’m madly in love with her. I just can’t find the courage to tell her. Maybe I can ask her out at my party tonight.
“Hi Jimmy!” She smiled at me sweetly.
“Hi Lucy,” I said awkwardly.
I stepped out to join her, and we started walking to school.
My school is an expensive private school, as I mentioned, almost exclusively white and Asian. Not by design, it just ended up that way. We made up about 10% of the student body, and they made up ninety percent. My second-period class, physical education, had 30 people, including about 5 Asians, myself included. We were all sitting together at the back, me and another guy my age, Ronny, and next to me Lucy and her two friends. If you’ve been to a split-demographic school, you know that people usually like to stick with their peers, so all the Asians hung out together in their own groups. Not exclusively, but for the most part, we liked it better that way.
This was by far my least favorite class, Physical Education. I know most kids love it because they don’t have to do “school” stuff, but I’m the opposite. The only thing I’m good at is being smart with my academics. I’d rather take a geometry exam or write an English paper than show off my physical and athletic inadequacy in front of Lucy for the hundredth time.
Today, however, they finally gave us a break from that stuff and showed us an educational video instead: Sex Ed. Most kids my age don’t care about the high school sex ed video, but I was actually hoping to learn something here. Any more information I could get on sex, the better. The woman on the screen was pointing at a big board with illustrations on it as she explained;
“What you see here is the male penis in its erect state, and next to it the female vagina.”
I almost let out an audible sigh as I saw how much larger the displayed penis was than mine. I don’t think they were showing us anything particularly impressive either, just a normal, average male appendage.
“Once the female vagina is aroused and prepared to accept the penis,” (skipping over an important step there, I thought), “the male will insert his penis into the vagina and begin the process of intercourse.” God, this is boring; I know all this already. I was wondering when the exciting stuff would be talked about, but when I heard something to my left, my stomach dropped. It was Lucy’s friend Amanda, whispering to the other girls.
“I heard white guys have bigger penises than Asian guys, is that true?”
I had also heard this. I don’t know if it was true, but I knew they definitely had bigger penises than me. I kept my eyes straight as I strained to hear the conversation.
“Amanda, don’t talk about that stuff!” Lucy said.
“Why not, Lucy? It’s on the screen right now. Do you think they all have ones that big?” She said, pointing to the penis on the screen, which was clearly meant to be a white man’s penis.
Lucy let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know, Amanda. I don’t think about stuff like that, especially not in class!”
Amanda rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so uptight, Lucy.”
But she dropped it after that. I realized I had been holding my breath, and I let it out in a sigh of relief. I’m not sure what I expected Lucy to say, but I was definitely happy with her answer. For some reason, just hearing Lucy involved in a conversation about penis size made me scared and a little excited.
It was my lunch break, and I was walking from the cafeteria with my tray to sit with my usual group when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found myself staring right at someone’s chest. I looked up at him and saw my worst nightmare looking back down at me. Jake Turner. There was nobody I hated more than Jake Turner. Ever since elementary school, he made my life hell. I remember one time in 7th grade he beat me up because an essay I wrote for him got a B. He was generally a bully towards all the Asian guys, and I got it the worst. A lot of the Asian guys saw a white guy bullying Asian kids and called him a racist, but I knew better. He didn’t care about that; he was just an asshole, and he liked to pick on the weaker targets, which put the Asian boys, and most of all me, as his main victims.
The constant bullying was only part of it, made worse by the jealousy I felt whenever I looked at him. He was a huge senior, at least 6,5, with powerful muscles, easily filling out an XL uniform. He made me feel so small and powerless when he towered over me like this.
“Hey, Tiny,” he sneered.
He had been calling me this since I stopped growing when all the other boys didn’t. It summarized all my insecurities compared to Jake, even the one below the belt that no one knew about, into a single humiliating nickname. Every time he said it was like a slap in the face.
“H-hey Jake,” I said, looking down at the ground.
I noticed he was wearing jeans again. I tried doing that once and was promptly dress-coded, but somehow he got away with it every time. I guess being a starting varsity quarterback has its perks.
“Are you gonna pick that up, Tiny?”
God, it stung when he called me that.
“Pick what up, Jake?”
He let out a chuckle and slapped my tray out of my hands, spilling everything on the ground.
“That!” He said gleefully.
I hoped nobody was watching right now, especially Lucy. I wanted to say something, but I knew by now the school cared so much about their football team that if the star quarterback wanted to beat me up, then he could.
“Pick it up.” He commanded.
“Ok.” I practically whispered it.
I got down on the floor and started scraping up the remains of my only lunch of the day. I was about to stand back up again when I felt a pair of strong hands grab my underwear waistband from the back. Oh god, not again, I thought. I tried to squirm out of it, but he was too powerful, or I was too weak, or both. He pulled straight up, stretching my boxers to the max. I felt my body leave the ground as he dangled me in the air, still bent over at the waist.
“Jake, please put me down!” I sobbed.
He laughed meanly as he bounced me up and down on the wedgie.
“Ask nicely, Tiny.”
I felt the humiliation wash over me as I knew what Jake was asking for. I didn’t want to do it, but I knew he wouldn’t let me down unless I did.
“Please, Mr. Turner,” I said, “can you please let Tiny down from his wedgie?”
He laughed at me again as I tried to recover from having to call myself Tiny while Jake gave me a wedgie.
“Tiny, speak up; they can’t hear you!”
They…oh god. I looked up as my glasses slipped off my face and fell. We had an audience of some of Jake’s friends and a few random onlookers. I realized that no one that really mattered was watching yet, and I’d better get it over with before we really start building a crowd. I took a deep breath and raised my voice.
“Please, Mr. Turner, can Tiny be let down from his wedgie now?”
Everyone laughed in unison as Jake bobbed me up and down a few more times and then let go and let me collapse to the floor. I grabbed my glasses and put them back on as I looked up. It seemed that everyone had become instantly bored once he let me go, because they were all walking away and joking together. That wasn’t so bad, I thought. Not very many people saw.
I left my food on the ground and hurried over to my group on the other side of the courtyard.
“Where have you been, Jimmy?” Lucy asked. “We got out of class 15 minutes ago. And where’s your lunch?”
I looked around searching for an answer. “Uh, I was in the bathroom. And I’m not really feeling hungry.”
Lucy and I were so close; I always tell her the truth about this kind of stuff, and we work through it together. Her two friends and Ronny, however, did not need to hear about Jake giving me a wedgie. She shot me a knowing look but didn’t mention it again for the rest of the day.
*****
As we all ended the day, Lucy and I met up again to walk home. I was already thinking about what I was going to wear to my party later tonight.
“What time does the party start tonight?” Lucy asked.
“Oh, it’s at 8.”
“Ok, I’ll probably be a little late. I have to figure out my outfit and then get a ride over from my mom.”
I looked at her, confused. “Ride over? Just walk.”
“Walk? Are you crazy? Jake lives up in the hills; it’s like 10 miles.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. “Jake? What do you mean by Jake?”
“Um, aren’t you throwing the party at his house?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why the hell would I do that? You know what Jake has done to me. He’s the last person I want anywhere near my birthday party. I’m surprised you wouldn’t know that.”
I kept walking, a little hurt as Lucy trotted to catch up with me.
“That’s what I said, Jimmy, but in 5th period he was saying that he felt bad about what he had done to you, so he offered his parents’ mansion for the party, and you said yes. I thought maybe you guys were finally making up.”
I shook my head, incredulous at how innocent and naive Lucy could be. But I loved her for it.
“Lucy, he’s not trying to make up for anything; it’s just his way of bullying me even more by ruining my party.”
Lucy looked positively forlorn.
“Oh. I’m sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t realize. I won’t go; we can stay at your house and watch a movie or something.”
I thought about what Jake did to me today and about Lucy. I needed to man up if I wanted her.
“No, Lucy, you know what, screw Jake. Let’s go party, trash the hell out of his place, and then get out of there. This way I don’t even have to clean my house or set up anything.” I was trying to talk myself out of being scared, but it wasn’t working. Lucy smiled. “Okay, Jimmy, let’s do it.”
Jake’s house was insane. I didn’t know there were more ways he could make me feel inadequate. 4 stories in the hills on at least an acre; it must have been at least 15 million. Some people are just born lucky. The party had been fairly big, but by 11:00 it was just about thirty of us left, mostly Jake’s friends. If I hadn’t been a couple drinks in, I would’ve recognized the danger signs and left by now, but I was feeling emboldened as I sat by the pool with Lucy.
Everyone had just gotten out of the water with soaked swimsuits, and now we all sat on reclined chairs by the pool. There were some sparse lights scattered around the area, and closed umbrellas spaced at intervals. We had the mansion at our backs, palm trees to the sides, and the hill sloping down in front of us, opening onto a view of the city lights. It looked like a pool at a resort hotel. I couldn’t help but keep glancing down at Lucy’s body. She was wearing a bright red one-piece that clung to her skin and showed a tantalizing peek of cleavage; she looked absolutely breathtaking.
I was trying desperately to hold eye contact, hoping she didn’t notice me peeking at her chest. As we talked, I glanced over to where the others were sitting, and to my dismay, Jake stood up and started walking in my direction. He looked ridiculous shirtless. Tall and broad, with ripped abs and huge biceps. He looked like a movie star. He stood next to our pool chair, his sizable bulge right at face level. I glanced at it and felt my cock shrink. I looked at Lucy and was happy to see she was looking up at Jake’s face with annoyance.
“What do you want, Jake?”
“I came to ask you and Tiny if you want to skinny dip. We do it all the time here. It’s a lot of fun.”
Lucy glared at him intensely.
“Don’t fucking call him that.” She barely ever cursed, so you know she meant business. Lucy had heard plenty about how much I hated that name when I would come to her after being humiliated by Jake.
“Ok, my bad, man, but come on, guys, this party’s getting dead. We should jump in.”
I was feeling even bolder now that Lucy had kind of got Jake to apologize. I realized letting her fight my battles was wimpy, so I stood up. I faltered a little as I realized I barely got taller.
“We don’t want to skinny dip, Jake; leave us alone.”
By this point, most of the party had moved over to watch the action.
“Oh really? Why are you getting naked then?”
The split second it took me to register what he said was not fast enough. Jake reached, and he grabbed, and he pulled, and down came my swimsuit, exposing me in front of the whole party. My tiny little penis was shriveled up even smaller than normal from the cold water, and my balls were tightened up into me as well. My clean-shaven crotch left nothing to the imagination. Every single person there could see my minuscule manhood, and Lucy had a front row seat.
She was the first place I looked. Her eyes went wide as saucers, and her hand leaped to her mouth, but she couldn’t look away. I immediately tried covering myself up, but found to my horror that one of Jake’s friends had snuck behind me and was holding my arms behind my back. Everyone was getting a nice long look at my tiny little penis, and even though I was struggling like crazy, there was nothing I could do about it. Amanda was the first to start laughing. It only took a few seconds of shock before she broke out uncontrollably. She hit Lucy on the shoulder and said, “see I told you Asian guys have small dicks!”
Everyone soon joined her in laughter, pointing and ridiculing my member. Jake laughed most of all.
“Jesus, you really are Tiny, huh?”
I was getting hot with humiliation, and my eyes were starting to well up. My dick was starting to get hard, but no one would be able to tell anyway. I looked at Lucy again, and she hadn’t moved. Still staring at my penis wide-eyed, with a hand on her mouth. After what seemed like decades, Jake’s friend finally let me go, and I instantly covered my face with my hands. My willy was throbbing with embarrassment. I wanted to run and hide, and I almost did, until I glanced to the side again and saw Lucy’s other friend, Tara, with her phone pulled out, recording me.
“Tara! I cried out, “How long have you been recording?”
“Oh, I got it all, Tiny!” She giggled mercilessly.
Jake laughed at this too.
“You gotta send me that vid, Tara. I’m gonna make Tiny watch that back every day!”
I looked at Lucy again, who was now looking down at the ground with her head in her hands, just trying to avoid the awkward situation of looking me in the eyes. I knew this was the breaking point. Once this video gets around, I’m done. If I don’t do something now to prove myself, I’ll be the object of ridicule for the rest of high school. Lucy will never respect me or be with me. This is my time to fight back. I took a step towards Jake and swung my arm back, ready to take his head off. Lucy looked up in surprise that I was going after him. I had about 2 seconds of empowerment, then Jake swatted away my hand like a fly, and swung his right fist so fast I didn’t see it coming. Then all I saw was black.
I woke up with Lucy squatting over me. The first thing I did was look down, and my swim trunks were back on. Everyone else was gone. Lucy looked at me with a look of considerable pity. There was an awkward silence, and I knew we were both thinking about what had just happened and whether to mention it.
“They all went inside after Jake knocked you out and I put your trunks back up. I’m so sorry, Jimmy. That was horrible. Are you feeling ok?”
I groaned and hoped the ground would swallow me up.
“Yeah, I’m ok.”
“Jimmy, what he did is unacceptable. You should press assault charges.”
I shook my head. “Look, Lucy, can we just pretend this night never happened?”
Lucy nodded. “Of course we can, Jimmy. But there’s something you should know. Um, after Jake punched you, you were out cold, and your pants were still down. So Tara went up to you and… got a close-up of your… anyways, she got a close-up of it, and they were all laughing and saying mean things about you. I just thought you would want to know.”
My dick twitched at the thought of my sweet Lucy sitting there watching that unfold; James’ powerful body laying me out with one punch, me sprawled there with my shriveled nub on full display as he stood over me with his giant bulge visible in his shorts.
“Please, Lucy, let’s just pretend it never happened.”
She hugged me. “Ok, Jimmy.”
To Be Continued…?
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