Yes, erections occur at age 10 and certainly dry orgasms.
Pubic hair at age 10 would be a medical condition called "Precocious Puberty." It happens but is not that common and sometimes is treated with testosterone blockers. Ejaculatory capability at age 10, extremely rare.
The Spellbinding Newcomer - School ENM
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The Revelation
Branka's words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity, as Harper stood magnificently still a mere 3-feet away from his four shell-shocked classmates. Branka slowly turned again to look at each of the girls - Jiya's face was now slowly registering a dawning disappointment, whereas Siarne had started glowing such a shade of red that it almost matched her hair. Kylie had started to display the faintest sign of joy as the initial shock receded, her lips curling at the ends in what was the early stages of a beaming, vindicated smile. Branka found Kylie's budding glee contagious and with uncharacteristic spontaneity allowed herself to indulge in a shared grin as she turned her gaze from Kylie and re-focused it back on the subject of their giddiness. It had been revealed.
Harper had an incredibly small boyhood.
The contrast couldn't have been more spectacular. Here stood a boy with an athlete's body, sculpted shoulders, rippling torso, powerful legs, a tan indicative of an active life spent outdoors, and perched just above his defined quadriceps and below his chiselled Adonis' belt appeared something more befitting a new-born baby. Without any pubic hairs to speak of Harper's pale boyhood barely protruded from his crotch, the tiny almost-invisible head roughly the same size as his shaft resting shamefully atop his also undeveloped testicles. This was beyond anything the girls expected and as the seconds continued to pass, they started letting their inner thoughts manifest more overtly.
"Yes, I knew it! Yesssss!" Kylie whispered in restrained glee, lifting both her arms and pumping her fists in the air in mock celebration. She giddily looked over at the other girls and surrendered to her joy, a broad, victorious smile etching its way deeply into her face. She bounced up and down in her chair barely constraining her bliss, satisfied not only that she'd been correct in her prediction but now had the secret leverage she so desperately wanted over her rival. Kylie leaned over and wrapped her arms around Branka, giving her a soulful hug.
"This is amazing! Look at it, it's like a peanut!" she dizzily exclaimed to the other three girls as she leaned back in her seat.
"That...that's not...is that normal?" Siarne managed to stammer in shock to nobody in particular, her eyes not deviating from Harper's crotch. It must have taken a hearty effort for the shy, young girl to muster the courage to vocalise her thoughts. Her body language betrayed her inner turmoil as she gently trembled and nervously fidgeted with the lapel of her shirt. She managed to drag her gaze away from Harper and darted her eyes between the other three girls, hoping to quickly invite a response to break the awkward silence. Jiya slowly turned to her.
"Duh! What do you think?! You can hardly see it!" she exclaimed venomously. Far from Kylie's exuberance or Siarne's bashfulness Jiya's reaction was one of bitter disappointment. The young girl now had her arms folded belligerently in front of her as she spat her answer out at Siarne, returning her gaze to Harper with a pout just as soon as she'd responded. It was obvious that Jiya was not only irritated from having her prediction proved blindingly wrong but deeply let down. She'd had a crush on Harper for years, and this was the reward she received. The entire spectacle was tainted with an unfairness she felt was grossly insulting.
"I was only asking..." Siarne replied quietly, sufficiently chastised. Just when she thought she couldn't blush more, a new shade of red crept over her face. Branka noticed this.
"It ok, Siarne. It not normal. It smallest I ever seen" Branka confidently explained, softly placing her hand on Siarne's shoulder to comfort her.
"Whoa, really?! We've gotta measure it!" Kylie added in unbridled glee as she frantically rifled through her pencil case and pulled out her wooden ruler. Branka looked over at her in consternation.
"No touching! It wake him up!" she sternly instructed, reaching over and firmly grabbing hold of Kylie's arm. Kylie quickly wrenched it away.
"Don't worry, I'll just hold it next to it!" she shot back, standing up and moving towards Harper.
"Seriously, don't touch! He wake up!" Branka hissed back in desperation, knowing deep down that she couldn't stop Kylie.
"Come on, be careful! If he wakes up we're all dead!" Siarne pleaded in desperation, her fidgeting becoming far more pronounced.
"She knows what she's doing..." Jiya added through a sour pout. At this point Kylie had plonked herself right next to Harper's left leg, sitting on the floor at eye level with his boyhood.
"God, it's even tinier up close..." she muttered to herself as she carefully raised the ruler next to his boyhood. The other girls looked on in suspense, silently curious as to Harper's actual length but petrified Kylie would accidentally wake him from his trance. They need not have worried, as Kylie had the composure of a girl supremely confident in her skills and ability. Hovering the ruler millimetres away from his body Kylie began her visual inspection, moving her eyes back and forth before placing the ruler on the other side and conducting the same analysis. This went on for what seemed like an age.
"Well...what is it?" Jiya finally whispered in morbid curiosity. Satisfied with her measurements Kylie stood up and maniacally smiled at the three girls before making her way back to her seat.
"It's not even a centimetre!" she cackled in hushed tones, pointing to a length of roughly 9 millimetres. It was at this point that Branka began to understand the profundity of Harper's condition. This wasn't merely something to be mildly embarrassed or ashamed about - it was an ego-destroying, psyche-collapsing medical condition of incredible sensitivity. Her expression softened as she dealt with the dawning realisation that Harper was on the verge of having his world destroyed. Jiya leaned over to see exactly where Kylie was pointing on the ruler.
"Ergh, lame!" Jiya sighed in resentment as she slumped back in her seat, arms still folded, scowling at the boy in front of her.
"I'm marking this, so we never forget!" Kylie announced through overjoyed giggles as she pulled a red marker out of her case and drew an obvious line across the 9-millimetre mark on her ruler. Holding it aloft in both hands she pretended she was in receipt of some kind of trophy, waving it back and forth in exaggerated triumph. Suddenly, the girls froze. Outside the room they heard the familiar 'click' of Ms. Dunlop's cane. The librarian was slowly on the move.
"She...she's coming! What do we do?!" Siarne erupted in panic, barely managing to keep her voice down.
"Ok, everyone quiet. I solve problem" Branka fired back as she firmly gripped her pendant. She locked her gaze on Harper.
"Harper. Listen carefully. It getting very cold now. You must get dressed. Now!" she ordered sternly, swaying the pendant back-and-forth.
Harper just nodded blankly, and with lightning speed bent over and pulled his underwear on, followed by his shorts. He then threw his shirt on and buttoned it up, slipping into his socks and shoes in no time. He stood there, fully dressed again, awaiting his next instruction.
"Now, go sit in corner. Pick book up. When you hear door open you will wake. You remember nothing. Nothing at all. It like you had little sleep. Do you understand?" Branka firmly instructed, clear and concise with no ambiguity. Harper simply nodded and walked over to the corner, sat himself down and picked up his Goosebumps book.
"She's almost here!" Siarne announced as the 'click' of the cane got closer and closer.
"Everyone. Pretend we do work. Now!' Branka brusquely ordered as the other three girls opened their books and pretended to start work.
The 'click' of the cane sounded one last time before the door swung open and Ms. Dunlop entered the room. In the corner Harper snapped out of his trance and, with a slight shake of his head, looked up to see what was happening.
"Alright, children, how are we all going?" she asked, standing in the doorway awaiting a response.
"Good, Ms. Dunlop. We don't have much more to go" Jiya answered with mock sincerity, her pout withdrawn for the time being.
"And what about you, Harper? Goosebumps doesn't look like homework!" Ms. Dunlop sarcastically asked the young boy. Harper simply blinked his eyes a few times as if to wake himself up, before sitting upright slowly and attempting to answer her.
"Um...yeah...sorry, Miss. I must have dozed off..." he slowly responded in mild confusion.
"You did, dude. It was only a tiny nap, though" Kylie replied, feigning innocence but with a large, cheesy grin plastered across her face. Harper didn't register the subtle jibe as Jiya audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, get some work done. I'm off for the afternoon, kids. Make sure you close the doors behind you" Ms. Dunlop instructed as she turned around, shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Geez, that book must be pretty boring if you fell asleep reading it" Kylie slyly offered, turning around to look at Harper directly.
"Nah, just tired from all the winning" he smugly replied referencing his sporting achievements, stretching his arms high and then folding them behind his head. Kylie turned to the other girls and scrunched her nose up in frustration, gritting her teeth. Jiya shook her head dismissively, seemingly now joining Kylie in feeling that Harper's unending arrogance was a severe irritant.
"Anyway, this is boring. Let's go to the beach" Harper announced nonchalantly as he stood up and started getting his things together.
"No. I don't feel like it now" Branka replied coldly, curiously averting her eyes as she responded.
"Yeah...I don't either..." Siarne quietly added, looking down.
"Oh, come on, guys! It's so nice out there" Kylie prodded, desperate to keep playing the game they'd all created.
"Nah, can't be bothered. I'm staying here" Jiya coolly responded.
"Whatever, I'm off. Catch you guys tomorrow" Harper dismissively replied as he bounded out the door and slammed it behind him. And with that the girls were left to discuss the way forward, now armed with knowledge that could potentially upend all their worlds.
The Realisation
As Harper’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway an awkward silence once again descended upon the group. Aside from Kylie, who was positively glowing with excitement and joy, the other girls had come to the realisation that Harper was crushingly unique, and not at all in a good way. Branka surveyed the room slowly as her mind worked in overdrive. After all, she was the one primarily responsible for manipulating the young boy to reveal himself. The questions peppered her consciousness relentlessly:
What should she do with this brand-new knowledge? Would the other girls tell on her? How badly would Harper react? Could Kylie keep it secret? Would she want to keep it secret?
“Oh, my God! He didn’t suspect a thing!” Kylie loudly announced, standing up and clasping her hands together with an audible ‘smack!’
“Yeah…he didn’t remember at all!” Siarne exclaimed in surprise, dropping her hands from her shirt lapel for the first time in minutes as she started to finally relax.
“Yeah, but we remember. Ergh, I can’t believe it” Jiya dejectedly replied as she started to angrily shove her pencils into her case, making a noticeable effort to jam them in violently.
“Don’t be jealous, Jiya. Just because I was right” Kylie cloyingly responded as she grabbed her ruler and waved it towards the girl, the bright, red line at the nub of it catching everyone’s eyes.
“Guys…we not able to tell anyone” Branka finally announced, slowly and with iron clarity. Kylie’s smile dissipated almost instantaneously. She was on the verge of finally having something to use against her rival, and Branka was telling her ‘no’. She stood in front of Branka’s desk as her anger swelled.
“What do you mean?! You were right as well, you knew he was tiny! Why can’t we tell?!” Kylie hissed in frustration, flailing her hands around in a frenzy.
“Kylie…it too small. It must be medical condition. I…I never…I mean…” Branka managed to stutter.
“You mean ‘what’?” Kylie impatiently queried.
Branka recomposed herself. She needed to choose her next words very carefully. She sat there for a few seconds staring Kylie down, formulating her reasoning on-the-fly. It was true – Branka had never encountered such a small boyhood before but, being a child of war, she was well aware of, and incredibly sensitive to, how weaknesses in people could be used to their disadvantage. She knew instinctively based on her mature understanding of the importance of masculinity to a young boy that being in possession of such an incredibly small appendage was a psychological weakness so profound that it’s exposure to the world could lead to complete mental disintegration. But how could she explain this to Kylie? She needed to frame it carefully.
“Kylie…it so small. Smaller than anything I seen. If school find out Harper will be nothing. He will be destroyed. And then, we will all get blame. Me, you, Jiya and Siarne. Expelled” she calmly outlined. Kylie’s face softened as she began to understand the magnitude of his condition.
“Oh…I…I didn’t think of it like that…” she softly responded.
“We…I can’t get expelled! I can’t! My parents…oh, my God!” Siarne stammered in near-panic.
“Yeah, my parents would go insane” Jiya added nervously, her disappointment giving way to apprehension and dread.
“But...I mean…is all this for nothing? Like, he’s still gonna be a show-off now?!” Kylie argued back.
“It ok. I foresee this. Harper not remember, but deep in mind he know that his secret is out. He will never prove, but deep down he know” Branka reassured Kylie. Branka, by this stage, was lying through her teeth but this was a better alternative than Harper suffering through the relentless psychological disintegration of his secret getting out. She actually felt incredibly sorry for the boy, now. She had suspected he wouldn’t measure up, but she never expected to witness a condition affecting not only an athletic, chiselled athlete like Harper, but possibly only 10 boys in the entire country. Kylie nodded slowly back.
“He will change. You watch” Branka confidently replied as she sat back in her chair, poised as ever, giving off her trademark air of certainty. Inside, she was perilously unsure of her assertion but, in that moment, it was better than the alternative.
“Well…alright. As long as he changes!” Kylie gently replied, not fully satisfied but open to understanding. Branka nodded back in affirmation as silence once again descended upon the classroom. It didn’t last long.
“Kylie…can…can you pass me the ruler?” Siarne bashfully asked, looking over at her as she once again broke out into a delirious grin.
“Catch!” she playfully replied as she chucked the ruler over to Siarne. She caught it with trembling hands and closely studied the mark Kylie had made. She simply couldn’t believe it – 9 millimetres! She held it close to her pinky finger to compare, a cheeky smile finally creeping its way across her face.
“God…it’s only just longer than my fingernail…” she drawled through her intense concentration. Kylie cackled, rapidly nodding in agreement. Even Branka let out a soft titter.
“Here, look…” Siarne instructed Jiya as she leaned closer to give her a better view of the mark.
“I know, I saw! God, yuck!” she shot back in annoyance, screwing up her face in an overexaggerated display of disgust.
“Let me see…” Branka curiously asked. Siarne handed her the ruler for her to study.
“This incredible. I see many boys. This smaller than any. Even baby. It like piece of Lego” she clinically expressed as she held the ruler aloft, squinting to re-count the number of millimetres it actually was. Kylie was bristling, totally overstimulated and barely able to contain herself. Branka’s final comment was the excuse she needed to delve into its appearance once more.
“I know, right! It was just like a peanut, hanging there. Well…it wasn’t even hanging. It was just…like…I don’t know. Like…stuck there!” she spluttered through suppressed laughter, her description causing even Siarne to elicit a loud yelp of amusement. Branka also laughed, even though inside her heart was almost breaking for Harper. The girl, wise beyond her years, knew better than to swim against the tide of social opinion. She figured she should join in.
“Lot of people speak Russian in Balkans. They have another name for this” she enticingly offered the group.
“What is it? Tell!” Siarne chuckled, playfully grabbing on to Branka with both hands.
“Yeah, spill it!” Kylie demanded.
“Yeah, at least we’ll have another name for it” Jiya added, obviously not enjoying the spectacle but still smart enough, like Branka, to know it was best to join in.
“Pipiska!” Branka chortled with her heavy Bosnian accent. The girls all took turns in repeating it, mimicking Branka’s accent warmly. The four girls finally surrendered to the shared humour, and once Jiya started lightly giggling the rest of the girls succumbed to the absurd energy of the entire charade. For the next minute or so the laughter of the girls increased until they were coughing, crying messes barely able to make eye-contact with each other lest they fall into another eruption of unbridled cackling. At one point Kylie even ripped the tiny eraser off the end of one of her pencils and, jamming it into the buttonhole of her jeans near the crotch, stood in the centre of the room in a fake trance:
“Where’s my undies?” she mockingly asked in a robotic tone, extending her arms like a zombie and walking towards the other girls. This time it was Jiya’s turn to laugh the loudest, slapping her hands together and throwing her head back in glee! After another few minutes of uproarious laughter, the girls began to calm down and, once again, assess what their next move would be.
“Come on, guys. Let go home. It get late” Branka sighed, wiping away the tears of laughter that had flowed involuntarily during Kylie’s mockery.
“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll all have to keep an eye on Harper tomorrow. See if Branka’s right again” Kylie replied, giving Branka a hearty pat on the back in solidarity. Branka nodded back, outwardly calm but with that new sensation of insecurity welling up inside once again. Would Harper really change his behaviour? What would happen if he didn’t? Would Kylie have the discipline to keep her end of the bargain?
As the four kids left the room, they all exchanged fleeting glances with each other, silently aware of the incredible new situation they all found themselves in. Branka wrestled with her conscience and the dread of what would happen to Harper if his secret was spilled. Siarne, at first incredibly embarrassed and shy, had found enriching solidarity in her shared laughter with the group. Jiya was still bitterly disappointed that she’d lost her crush, and felt a pulsing, irrational anger towards Harper. Kylie was on cloud-nine, triumphant and vindicated. If only she could find a way to convince Branka to reveal Harper’s secret to the whole school…
Branka's words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity, as Harper stood magnificently still a mere 3-feet away from his four shell-shocked classmates. Branka slowly turned again to look at each of the girls - Jiya's face was now slowly registering a dawning disappointment, whereas Siarne had started glowing such a shade of red that it almost matched her hair. Kylie had started to display the faintest sign of joy as the initial shock receded, her lips curling at the ends in what was the early stages of a beaming, vindicated smile. Branka found Kylie's budding glee contagious and with uncharacteristic spontaneity allowed herself to indulge in a shared grin as she turned her gaze from Kylie and re-focused it back on the subject of their giddiness. It had been revealed.
Harper had an incredibly small boyhood.
The contrast couldn't have been more spectacular. Here stood a boy with an athlete's body, sculpted shoulders, rippling torso, powerful legs, a tan indicative of an active life spent outdoors, and perched just above his defined quadriceps and below his chiselled Adonis' belt appeared something more befitting a new-born baby. Without any pubic hairs to speak of Harper's pale boyhood barely protruded from his crotch, the tiny almost-invisible head roughly the same size as his shaft resting shamefully atop his also undeveloped testicles. This was beyond anything the girls expected and as the seconds continued to pass, they started letting their inner thoughts manifest more overtly.
"Yes, I knew it! Yesssss!" Kylie whispered in restrained glee, lifting both her arms and pumping her fists in the air in mock celebration. She giddily looked over at the other girls and surrendered to her joy, a broad, victorious smile etching its way deeply into her face. She bounced up and down in her chair barely constraining her bliss, satisfied not only that she'd been correct in her prediction but now had the secret leverage she so desperately wanted over her rival. Kylie leaned over and wrapped her arms around Branka, giving her a soulful hug.
"This is amazing! Look at it, it's like a peanut!" she dizzily exclaimed to the other three girls as she leaned back in her seat.
"That...that's not...is that normal?" Siarne managed to stammer in shock to nobody in particular, her eyes not deviating from Harper's crotch. It must have taken a hearty effort for the shy, young girl to muster the courage to vocalise her thoughts. Her body language betrayed her inner turmoil as she gently trembled and nervously fidgeted with the lapel of her shirt. She managed to drag her gaze away from Harper and darted her eyes between the other three girls, hoping to quickly invite a response to break the awkward silence. Jiya slowly turned to her.
"Duh! What do you think?! You can hardly see it!" she exclaimed venomously. Far from Kylie's exuberance or Siarne's bashfulness Jiya's reaction was one of bitter disappointment. The young girl now had her arms folded belligerently in front of her as she spat her answer out at Siarne, returning her gaze to Harper with a pout just as soon as she'd responded. It was obvious that Jiya was not only irritated from having her prediction proved blindingly wrong but deeply let down. She'd had a crush on Harper for years, and this was the reward she received. The entire spectacle was tainted with an unfairness she felt was grossly insulting.
"I was only asking..." Siarne replied quietly, sufficiently chastised. Just when she thought she couldn't blush more, a new shade of red crept over her face. Branka noticed this.
"It ok, Siarne. It not normal. It smallest I ever seen" Branka confidently explained, softly placing her hand on Siarne's shoulder to comfort her.
"Whoa, really?! We've gotta measure it!" Kylie added in unbridled glee as she frantically rifled through her pencil case and pulled out her wooden ruler. Branka looked over at her in consternation.
"No touching! It wake him up!" she sternly instructed, reaching over and firmly grabbing hold of Kylie's arm. Kylie quickly wrenched it away.
"Don't worry, I'll just hold it next to it!" she shot back, standing up and moving towards Harper.
"Seriously, don't touch! He wake up!" Branka hissed back in desperation, knowing deep down that she couldn't stop Kylie.
"Come on, be careful! If he wakes up we're all dead!" Siarne pleaded in desperation, her fidgeting becoming far more pronounced.
"She knows what she's doing..." Jiya added through a sour pout. At this point Kylie had plonked herself right next to Harper's left leg, sitting on the floor at eye level with his boyhood.
"God, it's even tinier up close..." she muttered to herself as she carefully raised the ruler next to his boyhood. The other girls looked on in suspense, silently curious as to Harper's actual length but petrified Kylie would accidentally wake him from his trance. They need not have worried, as Kylie had the composure of a girl supremely confident in her skills and ability. Hovering the ruler millimetres away from his body Kylie began her visual inspection, moving her eyes back and forth before placing the ruler on the other side and conducting the same analysis. This went on for what seemed like an age.
"Well...what is it?" Jiya finally whispered in morbid curiosity. Satisfied with her measurements Kylie stood up and maniacally smiled at the three girls before making her way back to her seat.
"It's not even a centimetre!" she cackled in hushed tones, pointing to a length of roughly 9 millimetres. It was at this point that Branka began to understand the profundity of Harper's condition. This wasn't merely something to be mildly embarrassed or ashamed about - it was an ego-destroying, psyche-collapsing medical condition of incredible sensitivity. Her expression softened as she dealt with the dawning realisation that Harper was on the verge of having his world destroyed. Jiya leaned over to see exactly where Kylie was pointing on the ruler.
"Ergh, lame!" Jiya sighed in resentment as she slumped back in her seat, arms still folded, scowling at the boy in front of her.
"I'm marking this, so we never forget!" Kylie announced through overjoyed giggles as she pulled a red marker out of her case and drew an obvious line across the 9-millimetre mark on her ruler. Holding it aloft in both hands she pretended she was in receipt of some kind of trophy, waving it back and forth in exaggerated triumph. Suddenly, the girls froze. Outside the room they heard the familiar 'click' of Ms. Dunlop's cane. The librarian was slowly on the move.
"She...she's coming! What do we do?!" Siarne erupted in panic, barely managing to keep her voice down.
"Ok, everyone quiet. I solve problem" Branka fired back as she firmly gripped her pendant. She locked her gaze on Harper.
"Harper. Listen carefully. It getting very cold now. You must get dressed. Now!" she ordered sternly, swaying the pendant back-and-forth.
Harper just nodded blankly, and with lightning speed bent over and pulled his underwear on, followed by his shorts. He then threw his shirt on and buttoned it up, slipping into his socks and shoes in no time. He stood there, fully dressed again, awaiting his next instruction.
"Now, go sit in corner. Pick book up. When you hear door open you will wake. You remember nothing. Nothing at all. It like you had little sleep. Do you understand?" Branka firmly instructed, clear and concise with no ambiguity. Harper simply nodded and walked over to the corner, sat himself down and picked up his Goosebumps book.
"She's almost here!" Siarne announced as the 'click' of the cane got closer and closer.
"Everyone. Pretend we do work. Now!' Branka brusquely ordered as the other three girls opened their books and pretended to start work.
The 'click' of the cane sounded one last time before the door swung open and Ms. Dunlop entered the room. In the corner Harper snapped out of his trance and, with a slight shake of his head, looked up to see what was happening.
"Alright, children, how are we all going?" she asked, standing in the doorway awaiting a response.
"Good, Ms. Dunlop. We don't have much more to go" Jiya answered with mock sincerity, her pout withdrawn for the time being.
"And what about you, Harper? Goosebumps doesn't look like homework!" Ms. Dunlop sarcastically asked the young boy. Harper simply blinked his eyes a few times as if to wake himself up, before sitting upright slowly and attempting to answer her.
"Um...yeah...sorry, Miss. I must have dozed off..." he slowly responded in mild confusion.
"You did, dude. It was only a tiny nap, though" Kylie replied, feigning innocence but with a large, cheesy grin plastered across her face. Harper didn't register the subtle jibe as Jiya audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, get some work done. I'm off for the afternoon, kids. Make sure you close the doors behind you" Ms. Dunlop instructed as she turned around, shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"Geez, that book must be pretty boring if you fell asleep reading it" Kylie slyly offered, turning around to look at Harper directly.
"Nah, just tired from all the winning" he smugly replied referencing his sporting achievements, stretching his arms high and then folding them behind his head. Kylie turned to the other girls and scrunched her nose up in frustration, gritting her teeth. Jiya shook her head dismissively, seemingly now joining Kylie in feeling that Harper's unending arrogance was a severe irritant.
"Anyway, this is boring. Let's go to the beach" Harper announced nonchalantly as he stood up and started getting his things together.
"No. I don't feel like it now" Branka replied coldly, curiously averting her eyes as she responded.
"Yeah...I don't either..." Siarne quietly added, looking down.
"Oh, come on, guys! It's so nice out there" Kylie prodded, desperate to keep playing the game they'd all created.
"Nah, can't be bothered. I'm staying here" Jiya coolly responded.
"Whatever, I'm off. Catch you guys tomorrow" Harper dismissively replied as he bounded out the door and slammed it behind him. And with that the girls were left to discuss the way forward, now armed with knowledge that could potentially upend all their worlds.
The Realisation
As Harper’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway an awkward silence once again descended upon the group. Aside from Kylie, who was positively glowing with excitement and joy, the other girls had come to the realisation that Harper was crushingly unique, and not at all in a good way. Branka surveyed the room slowly as her mind worked in overdrive. After all, she was the one primarily responsible for manipulating the young boy to reveal himself. The questions peppered her consciousness relentlessly:
What should she do with this brand-new knowledge? Would the other girls tell on her? How badly would Harper react? Could Kylie keep it secret? Would she want to keep it secret?
“Oh, my God! He didn’t suspect a thing!” Kylie loudly announced, standing up and clasping her hands together with an audible ‘smack!’
“Yeah…he didn’t remember at all!” Siarne exclaimed in surprise, dropping her hands from her shirt lapel for the first time in minutes as she started to finally relax.
“Yeah, but we remember. Ergh, I can’t believe it” Jiya dejectedly replied as she started to angrily shove her pencils into her case, making a noticeable effort to jam them in violently.
“Don’t be jealous, Jiya. Just because I was right” Kylie cloyingly responded as she grabbed her ruler and waved it towards the girl, the bright, red line at the nub of it catching everyone’s eyes.
“Guys…we not able to tell anyone” Branka finally announced, slowly and with iron clarity. Kylie’s smile dissipated almost instantaneously. She was on the verge of finally having something to use against her rival, and Branka was telling her ‘no’. She stood in front of Branka’s desk as her anger swelled.
“What do you mean?! You were right as well, you knew he was tiny! Why can’t we tell?!” Kylie hissed in frustration, flailing her hands around in a frenzy.
“Kylie…it too small. It must be medical condition. I…I never…I mean…” Branka managed to stutter.
“You mean ‘what’?” Kylie impatiently queried.
Branka recomposed herself. She needed to choose her next words very carefully. She sat there for a few seconds staring Kylie down, formulating her reasoning on-the-fly. It was true – Branka had never encountered such a small boyhood before but, being a child of war, she was well aware of, and incredibly sensitive to, how weaknesses in people could be used to their disadvantage. She knew instinctively based on her mature understanding of the importance of masculinity to a young boy that being in possession of such an incredibly small appendage was a psychological weakness so profound that it’s exposure to the world could lead to complete mental disintegration. But how could she explain this to Kylie? She needed to frame it carefully.
“Kylie…it so small. Smaller than anything I seen. If school find out Harper will be nothing. He will be destroyed. And then, we will all get blame. Me, you, Jiya and Siarne. Expelled” she calmly outlined. Kylie’s face softened as she began to understand the magnitude of his condition.
“Oh…I…I didn’t think of it like that…” she softly responded.
“We…I can’t get expelled! I can’t! My parents…oh, my God!” Siarne stammered in near-panic.
“Yeah, my parents would go insane” Jiya added nervously, her disappointment giving way to apprehension and dread.
“But...I mean…is all this for nothing? Like, he’s still gonna be a show-off now?!” Kylie argued back.
“It ok. I foresee this. Harper not remember, but deep in mind he know that his secret is out. He will never prove, but deep down he know” Branka reassured Kylie. Branka, by this stage, was lying through her teeth but this was a better alternative than Harper suffering through the relentless psychological disintegration of his secret getting out. She actually felt incredibly sorry for the boy, now. She had suspected he wouldn’t measure up, but she never expected to witness a condition affecting not only an athletic, chiselled athlete like Harper, but possibly only 10 boys in the entire country. Kylie nodded slowly back.
“He will change. You watch” Branka confidently replied as she sat back in her chair, poised as ever, giving off her trademark air of certainty. Inside, she was perilously unsure of her assertion but, in that moment, it was better than the alternative.
“Well…alright. As long as he changes!” Kylie gently replied, not fully satisfied but open to understanding. Branka nodded back in affirmation as silence once again descended upon the classroom. It didn’t last long.
“Kylie…can…can you pass me the ruler?” Siarne bashfully asked, looking over at her as she once again broke out into a delirious grin.
“Catch!” she playfully replied as she chucked the ruler over to Siarne. She caught it with trembling hands and closely studied the mark Kylie had made. She simply couldn’t believe it – 9 millimetres! She held it close to her pinky finger to compare, a cheeky smile finally creeping its way across her face.
“God…it’s only just longer than my fingernail…” she drawled through her intense concentration. Kylie cackled, rapidly nodding in agreement. Even Branka let out a soft titter.
“Here, look…” Siarne instructed Jiya as she leaned closer to give her a better view of the mark.
“I know, I saw! God, yuck!” she shot back in annoyance, screwing up her face in an overexaggerated display of disgust.
“Let me see…” Branka curiously asked. Siarne handed her the ruler for her to study.
“This incredible. I see many boys. This smaller than any. Even baby. It like piece of Lego” she clinically expressed as she held the ruler aloft, squinting to re-count the number of millimetres it actually was. Kylie was bristling, totally overstimulated and barely able to contain herself. Branka’s final comment was the excuse she needed to delve into its appearance once more.
“I know, right! It was just like a peanut, hanging there. Well…it wasn’t even hanging. It was just…like…I don’t know. Like…stuck there!” she spluttered through suppressed laughter, her description causing even Siarne to elicit a loud yelp of amusement. Branka also laughed, even though inside her heart was almost breaking for Harper. The girl, wise beyond her years, knew better than to swim against the tide of social opinion. She figured she should join in.
“Lot of people speak Russian in Balkans. They have another name for this” she enticingly offered the group.
“What is it? Tell!” Siarne chuckled, playfully grabbing on to Branka with both hands.
“Yeah, spill it!” Kylie demanded.
“Yeah, at least we’ll have another name for it” Jiya added, obviously not enjoying the spectacle but still smart enough, like Branka, to know it was best to join in.
“Pipiska!” Branka chortled with her heavy Bosnian accent. The girls all took turns in repeating it, mimicking Branka’s accent warmly. The four girls finally surrendered to the shared humour, and once Jiya started lightly giggling the rest of the girls succumbed to the absurd energy of the entire charade. For the next minute or so the laughter of the girls increased until they were coughing, crying messes barely able to make eye-contact with each other lest they fall into another eruption of unbridled cackling. At one point Kylie even ripped the tiny eraser off the end of one of her pencils and, jamming it into the buttonhole of her jeans near the crotch, stood in the centre of the room in a fake trance:
“Where’s my undies?” she mockingly asked in a robotic tone, extending her arms like a zombie and walking towards the other girls. This time it was Jiya’s turn to laugh the loudest, slapping her hands together and throwing her head back in glee! After another few minutes of uproarious laughter, the girls began to calm down and, once again, assess what their next move would be.
“Come on, guys. Let go home. It get late” Branka sighed, wiping away the tears of laughter that had flowed involuntarily during Kylie’s mockery.
“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll all have to keep an eye on Harper tomorrow. See if Branka’s right again” Kylie replied, giving Branka a hearty pat on the back in solidarity. Branka nodded back, outwardly calm but with that new sensation of insecurity welling up inside once again. Would Harper really change his behaviour? What would happen if he didn’t? Would Kylie have the discipline to keep her end of the bargain?
As the four kids left the room, they all exchanged fleeting glances with each other, silently aware of the incredible new situation they all found themselves in. Branka wrestled with her conscience and the dread of what would happen to Harper if his secret was spilled. Siarne, at first incredibly embarrassed and shy, had found enriching solidarity in her shared laughter with the group. Jiya was still bitterly disappointed that she’d lost her crush, and felt a pulsing, irrational anger towards Harper. Kylie was on cloud-nine, triumphant and vindicated. If only she could find a way to convince Branka to reveal Harper’s secret to the whole school…
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Re: The Spellbinding Newcomer - School ENM
A great story - with a great twist with Harper having a micro penis, not just a little smaller than average. I'm sure the girls can find a way of exposing him again in order to get him to change his behaviour. It may be just in front of those girls again rather than the whole school but I suspect there would be some photos taken too as a way of threatening him if he doesn't change his behaviour.
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I am enjoying the emotional and moral twists in this story. Its not so much about the exposure but the mental and moral reactions. Very well written, thank you.
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