For those guys who have a \"standard\" piece of hardware, but are \"going for 8\", I\'ll have to admit I feel nothing but contempt for your vain search to beat out everyone. Guys with regular junk won\'t understand why
Flaccid gains would even matter so much.
My surgery was not to feel \"better than\" anybody, it was just to feel \"good enough\".
Ever since jr. high, when Phys. Ed classes started, I began to realize that not everyone was a \"
Grower\". Mine would look ridiculously small when
Flaccid, and nobody saw me grow, so they assumed I was a pinkie-
Dick all the time.
I got beat up, tossed in garbage cans.. the works. My first girlfriend saw me naked, and laughed, and said \"no way\". Alcohol became a good friend.
I learned to work in the dark, became a decent lover, and would always try to get fully
Erect before they saw my
Cock. That got me by for a long time, but I was always hiding my secret. And I hated myself.
I missed many sexual relationships, but the deciding factor came down to a vacation.
Some friends would go camping, and they invited me along. There wouldn\'t be too much sex, but they mentioned having 2 groups: skinnydippers, and drinkers. Those who didn\'t like their bodies, would stay in the cabin and just drink. I was hoping one of the guys would be on the small side, so I\'d be encouraged to go. Some of the girls had microboobs, and they still got naked. When the guys all dropped trou, they all had the exact same 4\"
Flaccid. My 1.5\" innie would draw laughs and lose friends... I stayed inside and drank. The drinkers all watched the window, wishing we liked ourselves enough to be at the lake.
Later that night, the dippers came back in. A beautiful girl in just a towel looked at me and said \"life is too short, to not feel good about your body. You should\'ve gone with us\".
\"Next time\", i lied in return.
I watched the moon all night, drank a whole bottle of rum, and smoked until my lungs hurt. Putting a lit cigarette to my hand, I committed to changing myself.
I bought a static stretcher, found Thundersplace, and tried it all. For 6 months I did Fowfers, beginners routine, rice sock, stretch, ADS, etc. No real change at all.
Alcohol was my friend.
I came across the site mypenisproject, and called Dr. Giunta that instant.
I flew by myself to Alexandria, walked into the docs office, and 1 hour later, i was.. finally.. normal. I stood there with my
Dick Hanging out in front of Giuntas nurse, and felt no desire to hide... no crushing sense of shame. Her approving look was no big deal to her, but I\'ll not forget it. I\'d never have to hide again.
Nobody knew what I\'d done, but I was a different person. My newfound lack of anxiety had people asking me to parties and gatherings. Everybody asked if I\'d gotten a haircut, and tried to guess why I looked so different.
I wish i\'d had the money to do this in high school. I feel pity for my previously self-hating self. But! no time to worry about that now. I\'ll be stretching for the rest of 2012, hoping that some
Erect length may come as well.
This summer I will go skinnydipping at the lake without shame. I will strip off my clothes under the full moon, and feel happy in my body.
When I die, I won\'t worry about med students laughing at a tiny
Dick on my donated corpse. All my constant stupid worry is fading.
I may regret the surgery at some point. If i do, alcohol will be my friend. But for now, I\'m truly happy to feel this way.
I feel that I like myself.
