My name is Taras, and at the time of these events, I was 18 years old. I am a shy, short boy who is very worried about my appearance. In particular, I was embarrassed by the size of my penis size — about ten cm (4 inches) when erect, and in cold weather it could shrink to a tiny size.

I live in Eastern Europe, in a country where all young men at the age of 18 are required to undergo a compulsory medical examination at the military registration and enlistment office. During the medical, men must be in their underwear. And in front of some doctors, they must be fully naked.

I arrived at the military office, stripped down to my white underwear, and began to go around the doctors. It was very cold. My penis was frozen and felt awkward. Nurses were walking along the corridor, sometimes making caustic jokes. For example, one of them, seeing my white underwear with no bulge, said: “What nice ‘panties,’ let me wear them, ha-ha!”

I went through several offices until it was the urologist’s turn. Knowing that I would have to undress, I became even more worried. Due to the cold and stress, my penis shrank, which only increased my anxiety. Near the urologist’s office, I saw a crowd of people. Among them were two girls: one tall, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, in combat boots, rough trousers and a T-shirt – she was an operator. The second, a short, slender woman, in a blue dress and sandals, with her hair down. Her figure seemed familiar to me, and I realised that it was Oksana.

Oksana lives near me, and we studied at the same school, but in different classes. She was a year older and had already entered a local college. I fell in love with her, and it seemed that she guessed it, but I was too shy to say something. That was because my shy about the size of my penis. We get along well, but our relationship was more friendly; I always hoped for something more.

*****

I tried to walk past the crowd into the office quietly, but Oksana noticed me.

“Oh, hey, Taras. Hello there! Are you on the medical commission? This is Masha, my friend, we study together, she is a camera operator,” Oksana said with sincere joy.

“Hi, Oksana. Yes, I’m here for my compulsory medical examination,” I answered.

I felt how everything inside was shrinking with shame. I was standing almost naked, in my underwear, and was glad that there were many other guys nearby in the same outfit.

“Listen, could Masha and I interview you? We are filming a report for a local TV channel as part of our internship application process. We want to talk with guys who are ready to defend our country.”

“Um, it sounds interesting, but maybe someone else will agree?” I tried to refuse.

“Everyone is embarrassed, and besides, you are my friend. I know that you will help. Please, Taras, we really need this internship!” Oksana begged.

I thought that my refusal might upset her. And perhaps participating in the filming would help me become bolder.

“Okay, why not. You’ll ask me a question, and Masha will film, right?”

“Yep, right! A couple of simple questions,” Oksana said and smiled.

“By the way, Oksana, would you go out with me tonight? On a date. What do you think? We could go see a movie or something,” I asked, deciding to take a chance.

“Why not? Great,” Oksana answered. Then, to Masha, she asked, “Masha, is this room okay for filming? It looks too dark?”

“Yes, not enough light, I think, it’s better to film in the office,” Masha replied, looking at her camera.

At that moment, we heard a female voice from the urologist’s office say, “Next patient, please. Could you come in?”

“Great, let’s film in there, Taras. There is more space to work. Is that where you’re supposed to go?” Oksana asked me.

“Yes, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” I began, but no one listened to me.

The girls had already spoken to the doctor to obtain permission to film.

“Taras, come in, there’s good lighting and acoustics here, and an interesting background with medical devices,” Oksana called as I stood there feeling this was a bad idea.

*****

I entered the office. It was warmer there thanks to the heater installed next to the examination area. At the table sat a woman of about 45 with a stern expression. And a nurse, about 25 years old. They didn’t even look in my direction, just writing something. Masha set up the camera. Oksana started asking me questions.

“Do you want to join the military?” she asked.

“I haven’t thought about it,” I answered.

There were other questions, but I no longer remember them. Suddenly, Oksana smiled slyly, whispered something to Masha and turned to the female doctor. “Dr Volodimirovna, can we film the examination to make the report more lively?”

“A good idea, few people understand how much work it is to examine young boys. After all, at 18, they’re still boys. Taras, do you have a sex life? How often?” the doctor asked in a stern voice.

“Uh, no, I haven’t had sex yet,” I answered, feeling myself blush.

“How often do you masturbate per week? Do you have any problems with your erection?” she continued.

“Three or four times a week. My erection is fine,” I muttered, feeling my ears burning.

“That’s good, for male health, you need at least two ejaculations a week if you want to have children. Now take off your underpants and get completely naked, we’re going to do an examination.”

*****

I froze, not believing my ears. I waited for Oksana and Masha to leave or for the doctor to put up a screen, but everyone was just looking at me.

“Hurry up, I can’t wait for you, other people are waiting for you! I’m a doctor, let me do my job. Take off your underpants, you have nothing to hide!” the doctor shouted.

Her voice was so stern that I couldn’t say anything. I put my hand in my swimming trunks to cover myself and slowly took them off. Masha pointed the camera at me, zooming in. I put my white underpants on the chair. But the doctor continued, “Don’t be embarrassed, you’re in a medical exam! You have nothing to be ashamed of! Take your hand away.”

My heart was pounding wildly. I felt my penis shrink from the stress. Slowly removing my hand, I heard a chuckle. Oksana and Masha were barely holding their smiles.

“Yeah, there really is ‘NOTHING’ to be ashamed of? I can’t see anything!” said Masha, pointing at the camera screen and laughing.

The nurse looked up. Looked at my penis, then into my eyes and winked with a smile. I was completely confused.

“Dr Volodimirovna, is that a micropenis? Should I write it down in the chart?” the nurse asked.

“To determine a micropenis, you need to measure it. Taras, come here, faster,” the doctor ordered.

I walked up, barely moving my legs. Masha removed the camera from the tripod and began shooting close-ups. The doctor touched my testicles and asked me to cough. Then told me to open the penis head. Because of the stress, my penis became even smaller, almost like a TicTac. The doctor took out a ruler and measured.

“Nurse, write it down: Five millimetres. (0.2 inches for American readers).”

“But it’s one centimetre (0.4 inches)!” I was indignant.

“No, that’s five millimetres. Oksana, Masha, confirm it for him,” the doctor pointed at my penis.

“Yes, I see. Exactly five millimetres, barely visible,” Oksana said softly, moving closer to my penis to see it better.

“Like a TicTac,” Masha added, giggling.

“What size is it when erect?” the doctor asked.

“Ten centimetres,” I said honestly, afraid they wouldn’t believe me.

“Haha, liar, Taras, a little boy and a liar. Everyone can see that it’s not true!” Oksana said and laughed.

The doctor, ignoring their demeaning comments, wrote something down and continued. “We need to do an ultrasound to check for a micropenis and assess the development of the testicles. They seem underdeveloped, too. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Lie down on the couch.”

*****

I lay down on the couch, feeling even more vulnerable. Oksana and Masha were standing next to me. They are looking at me. I tried to cover myself.

“Taras, don’t worry, we’ve already seen everything you’re covering. It’s okay,” Oksana said in a soft voice (that was even worse). “Masha and I are professionals.”

They continued looking at me naked, my hands were no longer covering anything, since I had lost the point of it. I looked at their faces, they were interesting stared my small penis. Oksana noticed that I was looking at her, and she looked into my eyes, smiling kindly, which made me feel all numb. It seemed she felt sorry for me, or perceived me as a little boy.

The doctor turned on the ultrasound machine and said, “Taras, take the penis in your fist and pull it toward your belly button.”

I tried, but it was difficult because of the small size. Oksana could barely hold back her laughter. At the same time, Masha increased the zoom of her camera.

“No, Taras, not your penis’s skin, but the glans! Grab it and pull,” the doctor clarified.

I pulled the glans (head) with two fingers, feeling humiliated. Oksana softly looked me in my eyes and said, “It’s okay, it’s just an ultrasound. We are all professionals. To us, you are just a client. Don’t be ashamed.”

Her words only increased my shame.

The doctor suddenly delivered her diagnosis. “It’s okay, it’s not a micropenis. I think it’s just a compact size. However, the ultrasound machine reveals something unusual in your testicles. We need to check it in more detail. Girls, move the camera there. It will be easier to see from there.”

While they were moving the tripod, the doctor told me to kneel and lean forward. I found myself in an even more open position. Showing everyone my butt hole.

“Don’t worry, this is just a transrectal ultrasound test. It is needed for a precise examination of the organs and can stimulate the prostate to assess the erection, which is okay,” the doctor explained.

The procedure lasted a couple of minutes. Suddenly, I felt my penis start to grow. I didn’t know what was worse. That they would see its true size or that they wouldn’t believe that I was ten centimetres (four inches).

“Wow, it is growing! But I don’t think there are ten centimetres there. Taras, you’re a liar,” Oksana said, stroking my hand. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, my boy. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Yes, I admit, about eight centimetres (3.14 inches), a very small dick,” Masha laughed.

The doctor put a ruler on it, but measured it incorrectly, not from the base. The Doctor then said, “Seven centimetres (2.75 inches). Oh, I’m sorry, Taras. That is a micropenis by medical definition. I was wrong. The nurse records that in the chart. Taras has a micropenis.”

“But my penis is ten centimetres! You measured it incorrectly!” I objected.

“Oksana, you are an independent witness, check it. And Masha will film it as proof,” the doctor said.

Oksana took the ruler and measured it incorrectly as well.

“It looks like 6.8 centimetres (2.67 inches),” she said.

“Exactly, 6.8 cm! Masha, did you film that?” the doctor Anna said.

“I did,” Masha answered. “It’s all on film.”

“Taras, we have proof that you have a micropenis. But your erectile function is fine. Your testicles are underdeveloped for your age, so if you ever want to have a child with a woman, you may need to have your fertility checked first. Little balls like yours are often infertile. I suggest you keep the whole area shaved bald. It’ll help you better manage things down there. OK, you can put your underpants back on,” the doctor concluded.

I walked tremblingly to the chair. I dropped my underpants several times from excitement and nerves. Oksana picked them up and said, “Let me help you put these on. You’re too anxious.” She had me lift each leg and put them in my underpants, and then she slid them up to cover my small erection that persisted. It was as if I were a little boy. Before she covered me, Oksana gave my small dick and balls one last look with a big smirk on her face. Then, looking me in the eye, she said, “OH, Taras, about that date tonight, I just remembered I have something else on. I can’t make it, sorry. Besides, I think we should just be friends. Is that OK?”

I nodded. Mostly because I couldn’t speak. I felt so crushed. My dick went instantly soft, making her giggle as she watched, and Masha still filmed us.

“OK, I think we’re done now, my little friend,” Oksana said most patronisingly. “Those underpants really do look like panties on you when you’re soft, cos you’ve got no bulge. And it was very interesting examining your tiny little dickie bird. I’ll definitely save this video for myself and show it to all my friends and family. You were very brave!”

Before I could say anything, the nurse whisked me away to the next part of the medical examination. Any chance of my ever dating Oksana was gone.

 

The End.

 

 

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