Boarding School
An SPH Experience by InfoAlpha.
She seemed unfazed by the fact that I was extremely small and probably thought it was because my body was sore, so she used the blood resources elsewhere. I let her know that the rashes had been keeping me up, and I was very tired. Now that I had the lidocaine ointment on me, I felt numbed and like I could sleep in peace. I asked her if it would be ok if I took a nap there.
She said, “Yes, absolutely, I don’t want you scratching yourself in your sleep or anything like that. You could get more infected. It’s probably better that you’re in here on this bed, because it has wrist restraints. I’ll just leave this room locked for the rest of the day so that no one can come in. We need your rashes to breathe to heal, so please avoid redressing or covering them. Don’t be embarrassed around me, though. I’ve seen it all. I’ll check on you, now and then, OK?”
“Thanks, Mrs. Zetti,” I said before I drifted off to sleep there.
I woke up a bit later, and hadn’t opened my eyes yet, when I heard some chatter… I didn’t yet realize where I was, but at the end of my dream and the beginning of waking, I was wondering why I heard voices around me. I recognized one…
My AP Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Brinsen. And… I heard Mrs. Rosa, one of the gym coaches… And then I heard a lot of girls talking… Close… Then I felt the air vent above me kick on… That was when I remembered everything, and realized I was naked, both arms restrained back… And all of the voices… Were in the same room with me.
I felt my whole body get goosebumps, to complement the chicken bumps I already had… I didn’t want anyone to know I was awake, so I only opened my eyes a tiny sliver… Looking over, I saw Mrs. Zetti, the nurse, helping two girls, Brinsen and Rosa, who were standing there too… I looked down and felt my heart stop when I realized I had gotten a sleep boner.
Standing up a full 2 and a half inches and as thin as a standard hot dog… Completely exposed… Obviously hard, as the veins were pulsing (probably due to my heart kicking into adrenaline, given my situation…) And it was sticking straight up like a tiny iron rod. Then I noticed movement, beyond the end of my bed…
The entire girls’ softball team was standing near the infirmary door, only a few feet away… All facing towards me on the bed… I felt my heart in my throat, looking at my tiny penis fully erect, against a backdrop of a dozen fit, hot, female athlete legs… in short uniform shorts, I started to feel precum leak from my tip…
Getting snapped out of my internal freakout… I started to hear things being said, along with a lot of hushed giggles. “Holy shit, OMG,” “I swear it’s like my pinky finger holy shit,” whispered very low, but with my adrenaline-fueled hearing, I caught it…-
“I just took like 20 pics and got a video,” snorted, giggling.
“Oh yeah, when the teachers and Zetti weren’t looking, I put my pinky finger next to it and got one too.”
“Let me see.”
“Holy fuck, only up to the second knuckle joint? Not even the whole thing, oh my God.”
“Shelly, measure your pinky really quick.”
“You’re right, I have that ruler app, hold on.”
“Oh my God, not even 3 inches.”
Feeling completely humiliated, especially since I had classes with practically all these girls… I started listening to the nurse and the teachers to find out what was going on. Apparently, one of the girls had broken her arm during softball, and Brinsen was there because a girl in her general chemistry course had spilled some hydrochloric acid on her shirt and needed part of her abdomen cleaned and bandaged. Emergencies that necessitated this room….
Mrs. Zetti did not consider that this is the room with all the bandage storage and the freezer for ice bags for bruises and breaks to reduce swelling. I heard Brinsen and Rosa speaking softly with Zetti. “Is it ok that we’re in here, with Steven over there… Um…”
Zetti replied, “He didn’t sleep last night; he’s completely out. We’ll probably have this wrapped up and get Tina to a hospital for her arm in just a couple of minutes.” I heard Mrs. Rosa say, walk over to the door. “OK, girls, you can NOT say anything about Steven to anyone. Go ahead and go back to the waiting room.”
I heard them walk away.
Tina was sobbing from the pain, but I swear I heard a chuckle now and then, regardless. The other girl hadn’t said anything yet, and I only saw her from behind. Then I heard the two teachers whisper to each other.
“Wow… You can tell that’s as big as he can get.”
“That’s a shame, I don’t think he’ll be getting a date for prom after this.” -suppressed chuckle- “I doubt he’ll ever even be able to have you know… Like, wouldn’t he fall out every thrust?…” -suppressed and choked laugh-
The two girls must have heard them because they also giggled for a second. Then I heard Zetti…. “I know what you mean, I didn’t say anything to him, but I don’t think I ever even saw anything like his when I worked in pediatrics, even…” -a suppressed laugh around the whole room- She was being unprofessional, but I guess they all thought I was still out cold.
They got the two girls out of the room, and their parents were already there to pick them up. Then I heard Mrs. Zetti walk back into my room… But she wasn’t alone; both teachers were still with her. Out of my silver cracked eye, I was mortified as both teachers were standing at the foot of my bed, and I saw a ruler descend from the side…. Being held by Mrs. Zetti….
Then I heard choked-down laughs and suppressed giggles from all of them, and realized my body must be racked, and the AC was cold… I was a hair underneath 2 inches… Even though it still felt and looked throbbing and hard… “Oh my god,” “Pffft,” “Holy shit.”
Then I heard Zetti say, “Want to see something even funnier? He’s pretty much fully numbed, and I don’t think he’s going to wake up. I gave him a couple of painkillers earlier that ramp your drowsiness to 11.”
I heard Zetti walk away for a second, then come back. Then I felt her dainty little fingertips brush the very tip of my head, she sprang my cock around, and all the women could see… It was verified hard… Stuck directly back up…
Then I felt something slide over my penis… Like a condom… In my head, ‘What the hell is that?’
Then I heard Mrs. Zetti talk again. “This is actually a finger condom for protecting finger cuts… That’s actually one meant for pinky fingers explicitly…”
The magnitude of the choked laughter from the two teachers, despite being suppressed, was so loud that it was almost as loud and natural as real laughter. Then she pulled the little finger condom back off of me… But as she did, the friction sliding, and this being one of the first times a woman touched my penis… I came… Two pathetic drops spurted up about 2 inches high, then landed between my legs. I heard both teachers clasp a hand over their mouths, about to laugh full-on loud. They both ran out of the room…
Mrs. Zetti told me, when I woke up, that Brinsen and Rosa had to come into the room for emergencies, but she assured me no one else came in… But I know different… So, apparently, Mrs. Brinsen knew where the acid burn stuff and gauze wrap were because she’s had to get it before, so she went straight back into my infirmary room… She didn’t mean for the girl to follow her all the way back there. Still, she did.
I woke up when Brinsen was trying to open the door, but I didn’t want to be seen, so I just tried to continue ‘sleeping’ and didn’t make a sound. Nurse Zetti ran into the room to warn them not to wake me up, and that’s when the girl’s softball coach ran in with the girl with the broken arm… She saw Zetti and Brinsen back there and assumed it was ok to come in.
As the girls’ softball team was coming down the hallway, someone put a sheet over my nakedness. (I would guess Mrs. Zetti did.) It was a light sheet, though, and when the AC vent above me kicked on, I felt it slide off… And at that moment, the teachers and nurse Zetti had everyone shush out of the room. I did hear some giggling and a few “Oh my gods,” and I really was very small… and erect… But it wasn’t a HAHA giggle as one would think, with a girl with an acid burn and a girl with a broken arm as the primary focus of the situation.
Oh, and nurse Zetti did tell me that Brinsen and Rosa came by for the aid stuff, but she told me that she covered me with a sheet before they ever came back here, and no students were present, and that I was completely covered the whole time… And while I absolutely knew she was lying to me, and that some of the girls had seen me… And that I was NOT covered the entire time… I did NOT want to discuss the situation any further at the time, and just thanked her for ‘keeping me covered’ and went back to my dorm…
I guess Brinsen and the coach told the girls not to mention anything about it, though, because I never heard about it again, even though I KNOW they were there… When Mrs. Brinsen, my chemistry teacher, came in, I heard some of their conversation starting with a very high-pitched, “Oh my goodness. Is that Steven *******?”
Then the girl who had the spill burn replied to her… “Yes mam, I think that is…” and for someone who just had a chemical spill, she sounded like she was about to laugh really loud.
I’m actually am around 3 inches now, but back then I was probably genuinely between 2 and 3, and I have a thickness similar to a standard grocery-store hot dog. I don’t remember every detail of their conversation because they talked for a minute while the girl was getting cleaned up. Apparently, Brinsen had already had the girl take off her shirt in a restroom by the lab and had given her a lab coat to wear as a robe down to the infirmary. But they still had some, like acid burn cream or something? And they put gauze around her until her parents could take her to a doctor.
Her parents didn’t get mad at Brinsen because, apparently, the girl had been drowsy and slipped while holding her lab station stuff. Her parents knew it was because she had been talking on the phone to her boyfriend all night for the last 3 nights or something, so they grounded her and stuff.
“Poor boy, he looks terrible.”
“Yeah, I agree.”
“I won’t tell him, and you don’t either.”
“It’s ok, I have a little brother.”
“Nothing to see here then.”
“Yeah, pretty much the same.”
“Really? How old?”
I didn’t hear how old she said her brother was, but I swear I heard a kind of stifled puff of air from Brinsen in response…
Thinking about it now, I guess the only reason Brinsen would have asked how old her little brother was there… was because she thought I was small… -_- If I had thought about that then, I would have never been able to look at her in class. Brinsen was a younger teacher and was from Romania or something. She was like, Scandinavian kinda hot… I never saw who the girl was, and didn’t ask around to find out because I didn’t want any undue attention to the situation, as it could lead to people hearing about me being seen naked… Even though I was a perv, this was still high school, and reputation mattered enough that I wouldn’t have dared to do anything to get it brought up.
I went back to the infirmary a couple of days later because Mrs. Zetti scheduled me for a follow-up to make sure I was doing ok and getting over the rash. When I went back, the school doctor, like an actual doctor, was there. A woman who used to be a school nurse, but went to med school and became an actual doctor. So she saw me naked, too; that part wasn’t really all that bad.
But there was a girl in the infirmary from another class I had. At our boarding school, students are assigned work-study programs, which are like school community service-type things, kind of like part-time jobs. She was working at the infirmary reception and helped them with sign-ins, schedules/ and record filing. I know she knew I had to get undressed, but she wasn’t in the room, and the door was shut. When I was redressed, and the doctor and nurse had gone ahead and opened the door back, the nurse was handing off my chart paper to the girl at the desk to type up and put away.
Then Dr. Graves? I think her name was Graves. This was several years ago. She went over and said she needed to add something to my file really quick, jotted down a code, and told me to ask my family doctor next time I see them if I qualify for ICD-5 or 6 or something. It was some medical code thing.
Laney was the girl at the reception desk, and she asked for the code so she could enter it into the system. Dr. Graves said something like “We’ll just record it with that for privacy on his record, but when you put the code in the system, it will fill in what it is.”
The girl had to sign the normal healthcare non-disclosure stuff, so I know it was confidential, but when the file printed out and Laney and the nurse gave it to me, I saw on the paper that it was the ICD medical code for micropenis… And I had just watched Laney type that stuff in before it printed, so I knew she had seen it. Like, when she was typing it up, I was nervous, and I distinctly remember seeing Laney’s face when she paused for a second and started to grin. She was still grinning when the nurse and she gave me the file printout.
A short note from Dr. Graves indicated that she advised me to consult my GP about it and to have my Tanner stage evaluated and my hormone levels tested. I did NOT ask about that when I figured out what it was.
I saw Mrs. Rosa on campus a little later that week… I guess Mrs. Zetti didn’t tell her that she was going to tell me no one saw anything, because Mrs. Rosa started to apologize for walking in on me in the infirmary. I said, “Don’t worry about it. Mrs. Zetti told me there was an emergency and that she covered me with the sheet before anyone came by.”
Mrs. Rosa replied with an “Oh,” and paused for a second before saying, “Well, I’m glad you understand, thank you.”
Anytime I saw her after that, she always had a grin on her face when she saw me.
Brinsen never brought it up, and I made damn sure I did well in her class. But I did feel uneasy knowing that I was sitting in a classroom with a woman who saw how small my penis was. None of the girls ever made fun of me, but I did hear around that ‘there was a rumor,’ but in that type of environment for high school, everyone had rumors go around all the time, seldom true.
The End.
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