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North Springs High School in the late 1970s was almost like any other small-town school on the East Coast of Australia - laid back, respected in the local community, and proud of the calibre of students it produced. Situated in one of the most liberal areas of the country the entire region had a reputation for both tolerance and quirkiness, with the population being quite left-leaning and open-minded. As a matter-of-fact, the school had won numerous awards for the quality of its artistic achievements with many of its students gaining entry into prestigious Australian art colleges and institutions after graduation. It was in this context that three of the year 7 girls experienced one of the most fascinating events of their young lives halfway through the second term of the year.


Carly Beswick, Robin Gillis and Thanh Nguyen were three of the most promising art students at North Springs, all of them showing keen interest and particular talents in drawing. Carly was painfully shy and almost exclusively talked only to Robin and Thanh, her dumpy figure and thick-rimmed black glasses cruelly impacting her self-esteem. Robin was confident yet quiet and very studious, her efforts seemingly focused purely on her art and eventually pursuing a career in that field. Although she came across as serious she could indulge in silliness with the best of them, only letting her true side reveal itself in the company of Carly and Thanh. She took great pride in her attire and, along with her thatch of thick, ginger hair, exuded an effortless European chic that a number of girls were obviously quite envious of. Thanh was a recent refugee from Vietnam having arrived in Australia around 2 years prior. Her English was still a little rusty and her strong Vietnamese accent often rendered her unable to be understood, but of all the girls she displayed the most confidence and worldliness. She hardly talked about her time in Vietnam but was at no loss for words on any other topic, her vivacious nature and curiosity endearing her to anyone who spent time with her. Given the relative lack of diversity in Australia at the time her jet-black hair and Asian appearance was a minor novelty in the town. With all three of the 11 year old girls endearing themselves to their art teacher, Mrs. Greenwell, they seemed destined for careers in the fine arts. It was in this class at the beginning of the year that they were introduced to Dylan Beckett.


Dylan was a supremely talented young artist who, up until the beginning of the year, was home-schooled by his mother, Margaret. Although he'd been home-schooled he showed an impressive level of social skills and effortlessly made friends almost as soon as he started at North Springs. Not only was Dylan a talented drawer but he was also in the top division of the school's cross-country team and firmly put to rest the stereotype that artists can never be athletes. A tall, slender boy, he stood out from the other boys owing to the fact that he had milky-white, porcelain skin and dark features uncommon of Australia males who grew up near the sea, his long, dark hair gently flowing down the sides of his head in a typical 70s style. Given his intensive home-schooling he was also incredibly well-read and intellectual, and displayed a maturity which attracted the attention of a significant number of the young girls. For an 11 year old boy he took his art extremely seriously and regularly stayed back at school to practice his drawing techniques, and it was on one of these days that the wheels were set in motion for the event that would change the boy's life forever. The school art teacher, Dora Greenwell, came from a prodigious background and an old-money family - very well-connected in the town she was on friendly terms with all of the students and parents. On this particular day she was illustrating advanced drawing techniques to her class of year 7 students. As the class approached its end and the 20-odd year 7 students concentrated on their drawing Dylan's mother appeared at the classroom door, and with a polite tap announced her arrival.


"Dora, dear! Long time, no speak!" she warmly addressed Mrs. Greenwell, who looked up from her desk, intrigued.


"Maggie! What are you doing here?" she replied as she stood up to give her old friend a hug.


"Oh, I'll wait until you're finished up here. Dylan and I have been discussing something we'd like your opinion on" she answered softly, not wanting the rest of the class to get wind of the sensitive proposal. Mrs. Greenwell turned to the class.


"Class, it's time to pack up! Everyone return their materials to the storeroom and then you can leave" she instructed as the kids started clearing their tables.


"You guys wait outside, I'll pack our stuff up" Carly graciously offered Robin and Thanh as the two girls smiled, got up and waited outside.


The rest of the class crowded the supplies closet as Carly, as unassertive as ever, waited her turn. As the rest of the class packed their materials away and left the classroom, with Dylan, his mother and Mrs. Greenwell waiting patiently at the front, Carly finally made her way into the closet and started to fastidiously put her things back where she found them. It was as she quietly rearranged the materials the other students had dismissively thrown all over the closet that Dylan's mother, thinking that all the other children had left, started outlining her proposal to Mrs. Greenwell.


"So, dear. Dylan's been wanting to take a life drawing class at the College but before he does I want your thoughts" Margaret began.


"Of course, hun! I'd highly recommend it. Ms. Carter runs the evening classes and she's a fantastic teacher" Mrs. Greenwell enthusiastically responded.


"Yes...well...here's the issue. Dylan doesn't actually want to take the classes to improve his drawing, per-se. He...well..." Margaret nervously stuttered before Dylan jumped in.


"I'd like to pose, Mrs. Greenwell. You know. Naked!" he confidently proposed.


It was at this stage that Carly, up until this point engrossed in quietly re-arranging the storage closet, pricked her ears up in astonishment and moved closer to the door to listen to the response. Mrs. Greenwell, slightly taken aback, struggled to respond.


"Well, Dylan. That's mighty brave of you! I'm sure Ms. Carter would be open to that, but may I ask why?" she asked, intrigued.


"I heard that if you volunteer for these kinds of things it looks awesome on College applications" Dylan responded with a beaming smile.


"Well...that's certainly correct, young man!" Mrs. Greenwell responded, impressed.


"Dylan's been quite forceful about doing this. You know how passionate he is about his art! But could I ask you, dear, nobody who attends this school goes to those college classes, correct?" Margaret interjected in concerned tones.


"Well, hun, it's open to the public. But in my experience it's only a small class with either college students or hobbyists" Mrs. Greenwell softly responded.


"So there's no chance of, say, anyone from this school finding out?" Margaret asked, raising her eyebrow as if to hint that this was to be kept a strict secret. Mrs. Greenwell joined the dots.


"Oh. Of course not, dear!" she replied firmly.


"Mum, it's not that big of a deal. I don't care! I'd model for the class here if I could!" Dylan replied without a shred of embarrassment.


"Now, Dylan. We all know that's not professional" his mother abruptly and sternly responded, before leaning in to whisper something to Mrs. Greenwell. As Margaret divulged the unknown information his teacher's eyes widened ever-so-slightly in surprise, before she turned to Dylan once again.


"I completely agree with your mother, young man. And rest assured, nobody from this school will find out" she assured the young boy, her tone taking on a deathly seriousness.


"Thank you, dear. You're a lifesaver!" Margaret cheerfully added, before leaning down to address her son.


"And you have to promise to keep this a secret, do you understand?" she solemnly instructed the boy.


"But Mum! Why?! It's just art, there's nothing to be embarrassed about" Dylan protested.


"You just have to trust your Mother on this, alright honey?" Margaret warmly replied, squeezing her son's shoulder gently before looking back up at Mrs. Greenwell.


"Thanks again, Dora" she offered quietly.


"Anytime, hun. Now, Dylan, the evening classes happen on Wednesdays at 5pm. I'll let Ms. Carter know that you'll be coming along this week, is that ok with you?" Mrs. Greenwell warmly asked the boy, who eagerly nodded up and down with a satisfied smile on his face.


"Well, let's get you home. You've got quite a bit of posing practice to get started on!" Margaret instructed as Dylan grabbed his bag and almost skipped out of the classroom in happiness. In his mind, this was merely one more step achieved on his journey towards becoming a fully-fledged artist.


Meanwhile, Carly could hardly believe what she'd heard. Dylan, one of the cutest boys in the year, was volunteering to stand naked in front of a bunch of strangers just to advance his career as an artist?! Her heart pounded as she processed the news and, waiting until Mrs. Greenwell packed up her things and left the classroom, quietly slipped out of the closet, grabbed her bag and hurried outside to divulge the gossip to her friends.


"Geez, what took you so long?!" Robin huffed with her arms folded, obviously annoyed at the delay as Carly excitedly scurried over to her.


"You'll never guess what I just heard!" she breathlessly panted as she burst out of the classroom.


"What you mean?" Thanh curiously asked, her thick Vietnamese accent unable to hide her obvious intrigue.


"Did you guys not hear any of what Dylan's Mum was saying?!" Carly asked in surprise. Both the girls shook their heads.


"Oh, my God. Dylan's going to be modelling at the college!" she giddily exclaimed before clasping her hands to her mouth.


"Yeah...so?" Robin shot back, unimpressed.


"Yeah, what so exciting about that?" Thanh added.


"And he'll be doing it...naked!" Carly revealed before breaking into fits of giggles.


"What?! Seriously?!" Robin asked in utter shock, the young girl's mouth hanging agape as she struggled to process what she was feeling.


"Yep! He's doing it this Wednesday after school. We should go!" Carly feverishly giggled back.


"Are we allowed?!" Robin asked softly.


"We can't tell anyone! Dylan's Mum doesn't want anyone to know. She said anyone can go to the class, though" Carly quietly whispered back, aware that someone might hear them.


"What big deal? I used to see boys naked all the time back home. Little boys, teenagers, men. All of them play naked on street. It no big deal to me" Thanh dismissively added, unimpressed by the whole ordeal.


"Seriously?! You've seen boys naked before?!" Robin eagerly asked.


"Yep. All kind of boys. All ages. It no big deal" Thanh replied, nonplussed.


"Thanh, can you ask your Mum to give us a lift? If it's no big deal then she won't mind, will she?" Carly asked innocently.


"Yeah! Good idea, can she drive us there?" Robin followed up, a hint of desperation lacing her voice.


"Yeah, that cool. She no care" Thanh replied. Carly and Robin squealed in delight and started impishly gossiping as they held on to each other in excitement as the three young girls started making their way to the buses home. Thanh maintained an air of detachment, genuinely not able to understand why Carly and Robin were so giddy over the possibility of seeing a boy their age naked - on the contrary, this was such a common occurrence in her homeland of Vietnam that it stirred neither excitement nor interest in the young immigrant. Conversely, Carly and Robin had never seen a boy naked outside of a few infants and couldn't believe that they were about to see one of the most beautiful, talented and attractive boys in their year naked not only for the first time, but for an extended duration as they meticulously drew every curve and feature of his supple, young body. As the girls approached the buses they bid each other farewell and all hopped on to their respective destinations.


The next few days passed without incident as Wednesday approached, the three girls keeping their secret with admirable discipline. It had transpired that Carly and Robin had managed to persuade Thanh's mother to pick them up from school at 3.30pm on this day and drop them off at the College at 4pm, the reason being they wanted to hide themselves inside until Dylan had been dropped off and his Mum had made her departure. They were fairly confident that Dylan wouldn't care about them being there, but didn't want to risk Margaret seeing them and pulling him out of the class. And so, as the end of school rolled around and the three girls hopped into Tranh's mother's car their plan began to take shape.


"So, as soon as she drops us off let's hide in the girl's toilets until 5" Carly whispered to the other girls as they huddled together on the back seat.


"I can't believe it, I seriously can't believe this is happening!" Robin giddily whispered.


"I wonder what it's gonna look like?! You know...his...thingy!" Carly cackled back before re-composing herself lest Mrs. Nguyen heard her.


"They all look same" Thanh replied, typically disinterested.


"What do you mean, Thanh? I thought they were meant to look different" Carly queried.


"Only in grown up. Boys all look same" Thanh answered matter-of-factly.


"How big do they get?" Robin excitedly asked as Carly started softly tittering.


"For 11 year old, it normal to be 6cm. Maybe 7cm. I once saw big boy about 10cm" Thanh answered as she stared out the window, obviously bored with the entire ordeal and annoyed that she had given up an evening of watching TV to sketch a boy she had no curiosity about whatsoever.


"Oh, my God! Did you ever see any smaller than that?!" Robin asked again, getting carried away with excitement.


"Only few times. Once I saw boy, he 11, and he only was 4cm maybe" Thanh monotonously replied, not even bothering to look back from the window.


"That's so tiny!" Carly giggled back and she leant on Robin, heaving with surprised laughter.


"The girls they all laugh at him and call him name. He never got naked after that" Tranh replied, a slight hint of amusement creeping into her voice.


"What did they call him?!" Robin breathlessly asked.


"'Nút nhỏ'. It mean 'tiny button'" Tranh giggled back, turning to face the girls for the first time and join in on the fun.


"Nút nhỏ! I bet Dylan is a big boy, though" Robin quietly added, a crimson shade flushing over her face.


"That true. In Vietnam tall boy always have long dick. The big boy I saw, we called him 'thân cây'" Tranh replied, flashing a big, cheeky grin at the other girls. They both looked shocked that she would say something so crude, but then immediately burst into stifled laughter.


"What does that mean?!" Robin cackled, wide-eyed.


"Tree trunk!" Tranh replied, curling her arm into a typical bicep-emphasising body builder pose as if to signify just how strong it looked.


"I hope Dylan has a 'thân cây'! He's so cute!" Carly snickered back, the other two girls firmly nodding in agreement as Thanh's mother pulled into the parking lot of the college and slowly brought the car to a stop outside the main entrance.


"OK, girls. Have fun! Make plenty nice drawing! I pick you up at 8" she cheerfully instructed in broken English as Carly, Robin and Thahn all briskly hopped out of the car and made a beeline for the girls toilets. There they waited for an hour or so amusing themselves with idle gossip and a crossword book Robin had brought along until, through a slit in the window, they saw Dylan and his mother pull up outside.


"Guys! He's here! Oh, my God, it's actually happening!" Carly giddily exclaimed as they all crowded the small window to watch Dylan make his way inside with his mother.


"Let's stay here a bit longer. If Mrs. Beckett sees us we're dead" Robin whispered, her eyes glued to Dylan as he shut the main door of the college behind him. After what seemed like an eternity, and with all three girls peeking out the window hoping to see Dylan's mother emerge, they got their wish. She exited the main lobby of the college and, turning back one last time as if she was second-guessing her decision to allow Dylan to go through with this, snapped herself out of it and made her way to her car. As the girls watched her drive off they, almost simultaneously, sprinted out of the toilets and made their way up to the third floor where the art studio was. The three girls gathered outside to catch their breath and compose themselves, not wanting to risk Ms. Carter kicking them out before the event had begun. Carly and Robin stood there gently trembling, unsure of what awaited them on the other side of the door, as Thanh picked up on their nervousness. Rolling her eyes, she turned to the two girls.


"Come on, we go in. I seen it all before, anyway" she smirked, obviously revelling in the fact that she was far more worldly than the comparatively sheltered Carly and Robin. And then, without waiting for a response, she swung the door open confidently and marched inside, Carly and Robin trailing haltingly behind her.


"You must be Thanh! Your mother told me you three would be here. Come on in and have a seat. Carly, Robin, you as well!" Ms. Carter beamed as she floated over to the three girls and escorted them to their seats at the front, a whimsical throwback from the 60s adorned with a flowing, multicoloured skirt and Native American jewelry hanging from each wrist. The class was rather full with about 10 other people in attendance ranging from 20 year old college students to middle aged men and a few older women in a small group. Just as the three girls took their seats the door to the adjoining room swung open and Dylan confidently strode in wearing a large, dark blue dressing gown which covered almost every inch of his body barring his hands and feet. He immediately noticed his three grinning classmates sitting in the front row.


"Oh, hey guys! I didn't know you'd be coming tonight!" he announced, glowing, as he quickly made his way over to them.


"Hi Dylan. You look warm in big dressing gown!" Thanh cheerily replied with a big toothy grin.


"Yeah, Ms. Carter gave it to me. She said she didn't want me to be cold before class" he replied, turning to look at Carly and Robin.


"Hey Carly, hey Robin. Are you guys ok?" he softly asked both girls who, as soon as Dylan had appeared, had started flushing red with embarrassment as well as trying to conceal themselves behind the large easels and canvases set-up in front of them.


"H..he...hey Dylan" Robin managed to sputter.


"...hi..." Carly added, not brave enough to even make eye contact with the boy.


"Guys, don't be embarrassed. It's art!" Dylan softly replied, strangely confident considering he was mere moments away from being naked in front of three of his female classmates.


"Alright, I think everyone's here. Dylan, take your place on the stage with your back to the audience and assume a pose of your choice. I'll take your dressing gown, young man" Ms. Carter instructed as Dylan made his way on to the stage and, in one swift move, turned his back to the audience, removed his gown and handed it to his teacher. The bright lights of the studio amplified every curve and shadow of his supple young body as he assumed his pose, raising his arms at varying lengths above his head and cocking one leg out, accentuating the firmness of his buttocks. The girls stared, mouths agape at the sight of their classmate as naked as the day he was born, his athletic and toned physique stirring deep feelings of lust and desire in them. Curiously, Ms. Carter looked down at Dylan with a mixture of shock and amusement, her position in the classroom giving her an uninterrupted view of his front, before snapping herself out of it and turning to the class to address them.


"Alright everyone. You have five minutes before the next pose. Let's get started" she managed to announce before walking back past Dylan to hang his robe up at the front. As she walked past him she glanced down once again as if to re-confirm what she'd already seen, cocking her eyebrow up in disbelief.


"Dylan, are you warm enough? Would you like me to turn the heat up?" she softly asked the young, naked boy, her eyes once again tracking lower.


"Um, no, Ms. Carter. I'm fine. Why?" Dylan responded curiously, straining not to break his pose.


"Oh...no reason, dear. Just thought I'd check" Ms. Carter replied with an almost imperceptible chuckle as she walked over to her desk to take a seat.


Meanwhile, the three girls had picked up their pencils and nervously started sketching their naked classmate.


"Guys, he has amazing butt. He in very good shape" Tranh leaned in and whispered quietly to Carly and Robin, giving them both an 'A-OK' sign and nod of approval. The girls softly giggled.


"I'm not saying anything!" Carly tittered back, blushing profusely.


"Let's just draw, guys. We only have five minutes" Robin added, worried about getting in trouble and missing out on the next pose. And so for the next five minutes the girls studiously continued their art, drinking in every inch of Dylan's young flesh with their eyes, until Ms. Carter stood up and walked over to Dylan.


"Dylan, the next pose will be a frontal. Are...are you sure you're still comfortable with this?" Ms. Carter gently asked, again glancing down below his waist as if willing the young boy to heed her signals and preserve his modesty. It didn't work.


"Sure! No sweat" Dylan innocently replied.


"Very well. Class, turn over a new page. Dylan, when you're ready turn around and select a pose of choice" Ms. Carter instructed both the students and her young model.


"Oh, my God, guys. It's happening!" Robin giggled to Tranh and Carly, making sure to hide herself behind the huge easel in front of her lest she embarrass Dylan.


"I don't know if I can look, this is insane!" Carly replied, red as a beetroot.


"It no big deal, guys. Look, he starting to turn round" Tranh dismissively added as all the girls focused their attention on their naked classmate.


In one smooth move Dylan turned towards the class and, raising his arms in a similar pose, revealed every inch of his naked body to the diligent students. As he turned and made eye contact with his classmates he shone them a bright, confident smile, as if to reassure them not to be embarrassed. Little did he know that it wasn't their embarrassment he needed to concern himself with. Dylan had, for want of a less clinical term, a micropenis. His miniscule, uncircumcised penis hung no more than 1cm away from his crotch, the lack of any pubic hair whatsoever exacerbating just how small his appendage was. His testicles were barely visible, yet still seemed to dwarf the incredibly tiny boyhood perched atop them. Tranh, almost in a state of shock, withdrew behind her easel to face Carly and Robin in wide-eyed amazement.


"'Nút nhỏ!" she whispered almost hysterically as Carly and Robin swivelled their heads in silence to face her, both of them hiding themselves behind their easels as they struggled to process what they'd just seen.


"That's.. .that's definitely not a tree trunk!" Robin managed to stammer in astonishment as Carly clasped her hands to her mouth, stifling giggles as her body convulsed with silent laughter.


Around the class the reactions of the other students varied. The middle-aged men shuffled uncomfortably in their seats out of second-hand embarrassment, whereas the young college girls simply gawked in barely-concealed amusement. The group of old women titled their heads sympathetically, one of them even quietly exclaiming "Oh, that poor dear!" to her friends. Thanh peeked out from behind her easel to verify what she'd just seen, a huge, cheeky grin forming on her face as she made eye contact with Dylan who, as graciously as ever, politely smiled back. It was at this point he started to realise something was amiss - why was Tranh suddenly convulsing with suppressed laughter and, instead of studiously drawing him, staring solely at his crotch? Dylan's smile faded slightly as he looked back at Tranh, slightly tilting his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows as if to silently ask "what's wrong?". Tranh once again withdrew behind her canvas.


"He has smallest dick I ever seen. It tiny! It like baby boy" she nervously relayed to the other girls, who were still utterly shocked at what they were seeing.


"...you can hardly see it!" Carly finally managed to respond in hushed yet concerned tones.


"Do you think he knows that it's...you know...like, not normal?" Robin asked solemnly.


"He homeschool. He probably never seen another one. He think it normal" Tranh responded quietly.


"Shh! Ms. Carter's coming over!" Carly frantically hissed to the other girls as the teacher, noticing the girls hadn't started their drawing, started making her way over to them.


"Now, girls, let's have a bit of maturity from you all, alright?" Ms. Carter whispered sternly to them as she leant down to address them.


"Yes, Miss. It's just..." Robin answered shyly, not sure how to phrase what she was truly thinking.


"Just what, dear?" Ms. Carter replied.


"Um...I...well..." Robin stammered, lost for words and quickly becoming embarrassed.


"She just surprised, Miss. She not think he would be so tiny" Tranh slyly interjected, still out of earshot of Dylan, but loud enough to cause some consternation. She simultaneously raised her hand and, indicating a length of roughly a centimeter with her thumb and index finger, provided Ms. Carter an unambiguous indication of what she was referencing. Ms. Carter quickly reached out and lowered Thanh's hand.


"Yes, yes, I get it! Let's not make a scene, though, girls. Just get on with your sketches" she strictly ordered, the three girls turning to their canvases and picking up their pencils in silence. Before they could start drawing, however, Robin spoke up again.


"Miss...that's not normal, is it? Like...Thanh's right. It's really tiny..." she quietly asked, leaning close to the teacher lest Dylan overhear.


"Robin, enough. He can't help it and the more you talk about it the more you risk embarrassing him. Some boys are just small down there, that's all" Ms. Carter answered quietly.


"Yeah, but it super small. It like new born baby! Do any other model have dick that tiny?" Thanh countered with a cheeky grin, obviously relishing the chance to increase the awkwardness of the situation and impress her friends. Carly began feverishly giggling, struggling to stifle her laughs by clasping her hands tightly over her mouth.


"I do not want to hear that word out of you again, young lady!" Ms. Carter hissed as Thanh realised she was pushing the envelope slightly too far. She just nodded, sufficiently chastised, before Carly jumped in.


"But...well...are any of the other models like that?" she softly asked, tilting her head towards Dylan and lowering her eyes to his crotch.


"Obviously not, dear. Dylan's quite...unique" Ms. Carter replied, flustered. Carly's eyes bulged as it dawned on her that Dylan was acutely unaware of just how miniscule his boyhood was.


"Ok, Miss. We won't say anything, we promise" Robin added solemnly, aware that if they became too troublesome Ms. Carter would have no hesitation in ejecting them from the class. Ms. Carter nodded in approval before standing in front of the class to address them again.


"Alright, class. You have 2 minutes before the next pose, after that..." she instructed the class before Dylan interrupted.


"Miss, I can hold this pose for longer than that if you want? I could do 10 minutes" Dylan graciously offered, obviously unaware of Ms. Carter's continuing efforts to spare him any crushing embarrassment.


"Very well, young man. 10 minutes it is. Class, continue" Ms. Carter replied in resignation as she seemed to accept that, despite her efforts to provide Dylan an excuse to shield himself and preserve what remained of his modesty, her offers were falling on deaf ears.


And so, for the next 10 minutes the class sketched Dylan, their initial shock receding as they concentrated on their art. The three girls tried their best to concentrate on their subject but, as valiantly as they tried, simply couldn't divorce themselves from the shock of just how small Dylan's micropenis was. Their drawings simply lacked the usual quality expected of three talented art students. As Ms. Carter walked around the room inspecting everyone's works she quickly became aware of the technical errors made by most of the students, a combination of both lack of ability and the distraction caused by the model's rather unique look. After a few minutes she walked over to the store room, pulled out around five large sketches that previous students had produced, and started setting them up on easels just next to Dylan. The sketches were of young naked males, roughly the same age as him, none over the age of roughly 12 and as Ms. Carter arranged them so everyone in the class could see Dylan couldn't help but glance over and take a look. It was at this point that he must have had the dawning realisation that there was one part of his anatomy which was significantly different from all the other models. Just as Tranh had outlined to her friends earlier on in the week all the young male models had penises ranging from roughly 6-10cm, a very reasonable and healthy range, and a range that Dylan was now realising he was quite obviously out of. Far from the earlier confident smile Dylan had been wearing for most of the class he had now started flushing a shade of pink, the pale skin of his body only serving to highlight how much he was starting to blush, as he nervously pinched his lips together in worry. The three girls peeked out from behind their easels to observe the drawings, moving their eyes back and forth between Dylan and the sketches as if to thoroughly compare just how much of a difference there was in penile length. After a few seconds Tranh decided to push the envelope once again in an effort to impress her friends and, after catching Dylan's eye and gawking noticeably down at his puny genitals, looked him in the eye and held her thumb and index finger up again in mockery of his length while sticking her tongue out. Dylan trembled, his eyes wide with unbridled panic, the knot in his stomach growing as both Carly and Robin frantically clasped their hands over their mouths to cover their guffawing lest Ms. Carter notice and eject them from the class. It was now patently obvious to the young boy that he was significantly undeveloped in one particular area and he started connecting the dots as to why Ms. Carter was asking him if he was comfortable with a full-frontal pose. But it was too late - before he had a chance to react or cover himself up Ms. Carter stood next to him and began a brief lecture on sketching techniques. Using the prior drawings as examples she went through the technicalities of shading, hatching and cross-hatching, stippling and other dry, theoretical practices that everyone except the three young girls in the front row seemed to be absorbing. Just as she finished her explanation of shading techniques she faced the class one more time.


"Now, can anyone tell me what the main difference is between Dylan and the sketches of these models?" she asked confidently, only realising at the end of her question the obvious non-elephant in the room. Thanh shot up her hand to answer with Carly and Robin looking on in excitement as Dylan looked at her pleadingly, his eyes darting back and forth between Ms. Carter and the precocious young girl. A gentle and almost imperceptible tittering filled the room as the rest of the class also realised the position Ms. Carter had just put Dylan in.


"And before anyone states the obvious I'd ask you all to keep this polite and professional, including you, Tranh" Ms. Carter awkwardly clarified as the young girl lowered her arm with an over-exaggerated pout. Carly raised her hand.


"Yes, Carly?" Ms. Carter asked.


"Well...Dylan has really light skin and...well...the other models looked kind of tanned?" Carly quietly responded, nervously fidgeting in her seat.


"Correct! Well done, Carly. As Dylan is quite pale you'll need to alter your techniques to adequately sketch the shadowing and tone. Anyway, let's move on to the next pose. Has everyone had enough time?" Ms. Carter asked the class.


"Oh, Miss. Can we have five more minute? I still not finish" Tranh cloyingly asked as if to mask her true motives with faux sincerity. Dylan stared a hole through the girl, praying that Ms. Carter would allow him to change pose and, at the very least, allow himself some respite from total exposure.


"Well...alright, class. Five more minutes. Get cracking. Oh, and girls in the front row - behave..." she replied with a hint of a smirk as Tranh shot her, and Dylan, a huge, cheesy grin. Dylan looked crestfallen but there was little he could do other than grit his teeth and suffer through it.


And so for the next five minutes the class sketched the once-confident boy and worked on their shading techniques as Carly, Robin and Thanh continued gawking at their naked classmate between fits of suppressed giggles. Dylan, mere minutes earlier cheerful and enthusiastic, was now gently trembling as all manner of self-confidence evaporated. He did his best not to make eye contact with his three giddy classmates at the front of the room, which was all but impossible given that every time one of them peeked out from behind their easel they almost instantaneously broke into a delirious grin. At one point Ms. Carter started packing away the sketches she'd demonstrated shading techniques with and disappeared momentarily into the store room, giving the girls a small window in which to misbehave. Almost immediately after Ms. Carter disappeared into the room Thanh cheekily glanced over at Robin and, pretending that Robin had criticised her artwork, loudly responded.


"I trying my best to draw it, Robin. But I can't see it, it way too tiny!" she exclaimed in mock frustration, her huge smile obviously giving away the true motive for her outburst. Dylan's eyes bulged.


"Oh, my God! Stop, I didn't say anything!" Robin cackled back looking around the room and, for the first time, addressing Dylan directly. Dylan just glared at her, unable or unwilling to even venture into the topic. A few awkward seconds passed.


"I swear, I didn't say anything! Tranh's making it up!" she pleaded with the young boy through embarrassed giggles.


"But...well...Tranh's right anyway!" Carly giddily added, almost immediately clasping her hands over her entire face in utter embarrassment.


"Girls, leave the poor boy alone. He can't help what God's given him" one of the old ladies at the back sternly ordered.


"Or what God's not given him" a 20 year-old college student responded with a mocking snicker. The three girls turned around to face her and erupted in laughter just as Ms. Carter re-emerged from the store room, mercifully saving Dylan from further mockery.


"Alright, class. I think that's just about enough for this pose. Dylan, you're free to choose whatever pose you want for the next session" she calmly offered the profusely-blushing boy. He immediately broke his pose and clasped his hands over his crotch, before turning his back to the class and sitting down on the stage to think of a pose which didn't involve his front. After a few seconds he lay on his side with one leg draped across his hip, sufficiently covering his crotch and turning his face away from the students. For the next 10 minutes the students sketched their subject on new paper, before moving on to the next pose, and the next, and the next. The girls, and the rest of the class, were not to see Dylan's shame again as every pose he chose from that point on purposefully deprived them a view of his micropenis and, even though he was successful from that point on in preserving his modesty, the crimson red adorning his warm cheeks never left. As the class approached its end Ms. Carter did one final inspection of all the student's drawings before walking over to stand in front of everyone.


"Alright, class, that's it for tonight. Let's all give a big round of applause to Dylan for his bravery and contribution to the arts!" she proudly announced as, while the class gave the boy a hearty round of applause, she walked over and removed the blue dressing gown from the hanger and passed it to Dylan. He immediately put it on before turning around and, with one hand raised, acknowledged the class's gratitude.


"Oh, and girls? I'll hold on to these if you don't mind" Ms. Carter brusquely said as she took every one of the sketches Carly, Robin and Tranh had created and locked them away in her drawer.


"Oh, I wanted to show my friends at school!" Tranh complained with a pout.


"I'll bet you did, young lady! They're safe with me here" Ms. Carter chuckled back, obviously keen to prevent any further humiliation for Dylan.


And with that Dylan made a beeline for the storeroom as the class emptied, all of the students with the exception of the giggling young schoolgirls in the front row packing up their sketches and making their way to the exit. Dragging their feet in the hope of getting to talk to Dylan about what just happened, Thanh, Carly and Robin slowly put their pencils and materials in their bags as Ms. Carter started tidying up the room.


"Chop-chop, girls! Let's get moving" she hurried them as they realised Dylan was most likely hiding in the storeroom until his mother arrived. The three girls dejectedly put the remainder of their materials in their bags to make their way outside and, descending the stairs and exiting through the front door, made their way over to Thanh's mother who was waiting in her car. They all hopped in, still buzzing from the sheer excitement of the last couple of hours.


"Hi, girls! How drawing class go? You make plenty nice pictures?" Mrs. Nguyen asked as she pulled out of the main gates of the college.


"Yes, Mrs. Nguyen, we drew some really interesting things!" Robin beamed, immediately turning to Carly and Thanh, once again bursting into fits of giggles.


"What so funny?" Mrs. Nguyen asked, perplexed.


"Oh, nothing Mum. Carly just bad drawer. She draw things too small, can hardly see what she draw!" Thanh cryptically answered. Carly held her hands over her face once again, curling up into a ball and leaning on Robin.


"Oh, it ok, Carly. You get better. Just need to focus more" Mrs. Nguyen kindly replied.


"We were focusing as hard as we could, Mrs. Nguyen!" Robin cackled. Thanh erupted into laughter before gasping loudly and, bending over in her chair, started searching around on the ground for something she'd dropped.


"Thanh, what you do? Sit back up in chair, it dangerous to lean down in car!" Mrs. Nguyen chastised, glancing behind to see what she was doing.


"It ok, Mum. I just dropped something, it fell off my dress. I find it now" Thanh replied, sitting back up positively glowing with a massive smile. Carly and Robin, still chuckling, looked over at Thanh to see what it was.


"What you drop?" her mother asked, concentrating on the road and not bothering to look back. Thanh held her balled-up fist out as Carly and Robin looked on, intrigued.


"Nút nhỏ!" Thanh cackled as she opened her hand and revealed a tiny button resting on the palm of her hand, Carly and Robin erupted into roaring laughter, faces crimson red, as they both leaned on each other for support. Mrs. Nguyen just shrugged, unsure and uninterested in what the girls found so funny about a small button, their inside joke quickly becoming a part of the fabric of their friendship.


And so, Mrs. Nguyen dropped the still-giggling Carly and Robin off at their respective homes and drove herself and Thanh home for dinner, completely and utterly unaware of the events that had transpired mere hours earlier. The art class was over, but little did Dylan know that his humiliation at the hands of three of his innocent classmates had just begun.

Great story can’t wait for more…poor Dylan can’t wait to see how the girls humiliate him more

As Thursday morning rolled around and all the children started pouring back into the school gates, Thanh, Carly and Robin started to make their ways to their usual meeting place in the playground to await the start of class. Carly and Robin bashfully exchanged smirks as they gathered under the large oak tree at one end of the playground and enveloped each other in a warm hug. Upon releasing each other and, once again, exchanging awkward eye contact, the conversation began in a predictable way:

"So...that was pretty amazing yesterday" Carly quietly offered.

"I...I still can't believe it happened. It's crazy!" Robin responded, appreciative that Carly broached the subject before her.

"He was so...I don't know. Like...innocent at first. He seriously had no idea it was...like...you know" she shyly replied.

"Like a tiny button?" Robin giggled back, playfully punching Robin on the arm softly.

"Nút nhỏ!" Carly softly tittered.

The two girls gently laughed as the awkwardness dissipated, slowly settling back into their usual comfort zone, until they both noticed Thanh hastily making her way over to them. Far from looking bashful or awkward she was positively beaming, a wide smile allowing her teeth to glisten in the morning light.

"Hi guys! What you talking bout?" she gleefully asked as she bounded over to the girls, plonking herself in front of both of them as if she already knew the answer to a redundant question.

"What do you think?!" Carly replied sarcastically. Robin simply giggled.

"Oh. Nút nhỏ?!" Thanh cackled as they all looked around to make sure they were alone.

"Shhhh! Guys, we can't tell anyone yet. We're still his friends!" Robin frantically instructed, her eyes darting back and forth, acutely aware that the other kids would be swarming around the playground in no time. 

"Why not?! It funny! Everyone find out soon or later" Thanh shot back impatiently, as if she'd been plotting all night on which girls to tell.

"Come on, Thanh. You know it's embarrassing. He'll be so hurt" Carly implored.

"But...it so tiny. It make all other girls laugh" Thanh dejectedly responded, as it became obvious that she was probably planning on using Dylan's situation to ingratiate herself with the other girls.

"They wouldn't believe us anyway. I mean, we have no proof, right? Ms. Carter took all the pictures after class" Robin explained, as it dawned on Thanh that without any evidence it'd just be treated as idle gossip.

"Well...you probably right. Still glad we got to see it, though" Thanh softly replied with a cheeky smirk as Carly and Robin softly tittered in response. 

"I reckon we should talk to him today and let him know we won't tell anyone" Carly suggested as Thanh and Robin simply nodded back in agreement. Before any of the girls could move the conversation on the bell rang for class - they picked up their bags and started trudging off to their first lesson, each of the girls scanning the playground for any sign of Dylan. The girls made their way over to the rows of classrooms and lined up in front of their first class of the day, still no sign of Dylan, as the other students queued up behind them. Their first period English class had around 20 students with an even breakdown between boys and girls. Although they were on friendly terms with most of the girls in their year, the little group kept themselves to themselves most of the time and didn't invite anyone else to sit with them. That is, except for one girl called Ari Stanton. 

Ari was somewhat of a loner and, although never bullied or teased, seemed to much prefer her own company. As a fellow art aficionado she'd occasionally sit with the girls in class and discuss the latest artistic trends and styles with a focus on photography,a topic which they all continued to bond over. A few weeks back she'd received a brand new Polaroid Land Camera 1000 as a birthday present and was head over heels in love with this (at the time) state-of-the-art contraption, spending most of her free time after school and on the weekends experimenting with photographic styles and methods. She was a rather studious and serious young girl with long, flowing chestnut-brown hair and a smattering of freckles dotting her cheeks, although every now and then her mischievous streak emerged and she'd find herself in a bit of trouble. For example, in Year 6 she decided to play a prank on a boy who, for some reason, had taken a dislike to her - she waited until the last day of term and rigged up a bucket full of mud above a door in a spare classroom, coaxing the poor thing in under the illusion that the school were giving away free cupcakes. Needless to say she found herself in hot water after that episode! Ari was waiting patiently in line a few students back from the three girls, engrossed in a novel she'd been reading for the last couple of weeks. Suddenly, Dylan appeared at the back of the line.

"Guys, he's here!" Robin frantically whispered to Thanh and Carly as they turned to look. 

"Let go talk to him before class start" Thanh quietly but forcefully replied as she grabbed Robin and Carly by the arms and practically started dragging them over to him. As they made their way hurriedly past Ari she glanced up from her novel and, sensing something important was going on, started paying close attention to what the three girls were up to.  

Dylan, up until this point unaware of the three girls' presence, immediately noticed them making a beeline for him. Flushing red almost immediately he anxiously clasped his hands together and subtly moved away from the other kids, conscious that the girls were obviously going to bring up the events of the previous evening and wanting to be out of earshot of everyone else. As they made their way over to him he reflexively lowered his head in humiliation, averting his gaze, knowing what was to come. The three girls stood nervously in front of the trembling boy as he bravely managed to look up and address them.

"Hi..." he managed to stammer, barely audibly. Carly and Robin could barely maintain eye contact as they simply raised their eyebrows in response, flushing almost as red as Dylan. Thanh, on the other hand, was positively radiating.

"Hi, Dylan! Are you feeling ok?" she cloyingly drawled as if talking to a toddler, reaching out and patronisingly rubbing his shoulder. Dylan flinched and pulled away.

"Tranh! Come on, don't be like that" Robin interjected, reaching out and lowering Tranh's arm. 

"Yeah, this is awkward for all of us..." Carly added, barely looking up.

"Ok, ok. Chill out. I just playing. I sorry, Dylan. It was just a little joke" Tranh giggled, placing an obvious emphasis on the word "little" as she simultaneously lowered her eyes to his crotch.

"It's fine! It's...don't worry about it. Just...like...please, you guys. You can't tell anyone about what happened!" Dylan responded in quiet desperation, his eyes darting around to ensure none of the other children could hear.

"Don't worry, dude. We promise we won't tell. Right, guys?" Robin solemnly replied, looking up at both Tranh and Carly.

"100 percent. I promise I won't say anything about it..." Carly replied calmly, looking Dylan square in the eyes. Dylan briefly smiled back before turning to Thanh.

"Thanh, please. You need to promise" he demanded. Thanh stared back, pouting. 

"Come on, Thanh. You have to say it!" Robin admonished. Thanh simply stared at Dylan,  her eyes narrowing as she weighed up her loyalty to her friends against the chance she could gain far more popularity by divulging the juiciest bit of gossip her grade had ever heard.

"Please!" Dylan pleaded in distress. Thanh broke.

"Fine! You guys no fun! Dylan, I..." she responded in frustration. Before she could utter the word "promise" their English teacher Mr. Lyman appeared and bellowed at the class to start filing in. Thanh didn't miss this opportunity.

"Let go, guys, or we get in trouble!" she quickly instructed as she grabbed Carly and Robin by the arms and pulled them away from Dylan, lest they force her to finish her sentence. Dylan looked crestfallen but there was nothing he could do - he'd have to wait for another chance to speak to the girls.

As Carly, Robin and Thanh quickly passed Ari she followed them into the class, eager to find out exactly what they were talking to Dylan about. The girls all sat at the same table as Mr. Lyman started writing instructions on the board for their literature review. Before any of the girls could Ari broke the silence.

"What were you guys talking to Dylan about? It looked really serious" she whispered in concern. Carly, Robin and Thanh looked at each other in hesitation, not daring to be the one that broke their promise to Dylan.

"We...we can't say" Carly quietly responded as she looked down and busied herself with her notebook. 

"Yeah, we promised" Robin added in support.

"Oh, come on, guys! I won't say anything! I hardly speak to anyone anyway" Ari protested quietly but with enough volume to raise consternation.

"Shhh! Keep it down, Dylan might hear!" Carly hissed, looking up from her work.

"Yeah, like I said. We promised" Robin sternly replied.

"Well...guys. I technically not promise" Thanh mischievously offered, smirking at Ari before looking at Carly and Robin.

"Oh...well...I mean, technically you're right..." Carly stuttered, unable to come up with a legitimate response.

"So, tell!" Ari demanded breathlessly. Carly and Robin looked at each other nervously before turning to Thanh, who at this point was biting her lower lip, simply bursting to spill the beans! There was an awkward stand-off.

"Tell, or I'll let everyone know that you're keeping a secret about him and you'll have no choice but to tell the whole school!" Ari hissed, placing her hands on the table in front of her and glowering at the three girls. Robin and Carly looked over at Thanh.

"Well...me and Robin promised not to. But...well...technically Thanh didn't promise, so..." Carly softly responded, looking over at Thanh with an embarrassed grimace. Thanh didn't hesitate.

"I tell everything!" she giddily yet quietly announced to Ari, before scooting over in her chair and starting to whisper the entire story to the curious young girl. After around 5 minutes of whispering Thanh sat back, glowing with pride, as a stunned Ari sat there processing the exciting new information. There was one part, however, that Thanh had purposefully left out.

"Wow. That's...I can't believe it. He just posed totally naked and didn't even care?!" she whispered to nobody in particular.

"Well...he not care until he realise" Thanh sneakily responded, looking over at Robin and Carly with a wide, toothy grin. 

"Realise what?" Ari curiously asked.

"That he...well...he not exactly normal" Thanh replied, relishing the carrot she was ever so delicately dangling in front of Ari.

"Not normal how?! Come on, you said you'd tell everything!" Ari breathlessly responded.

"Well...bout halfway through the teacher bring out other picture of nude boys to show difference in shading. And...Dylan very, very tiny compared to them" Thanh explained through stifled giggles.

"What are you talking about? Dylan's tall, he's like an athlete!" Ari questioned.

"I not talk about his height...I mean his...you know" Thanh gleefully replied, pointing down to her crotch and playfully winking at Ari as Carly and Robin hid their giggling faces, quite obviously enjoying the entire spectacle. Ari's mouth hung open and she struggled to process this revelation.

"You...you're serious?! Oh, my God. How big was it?! Tell, tell!" Ari feverishly demanded, her usual reserved demeanour falling away rapidly. 

"Like this" Thanh snickered back, holding her hand up and using her thumb and index finger as a guide indicated a length of around 1cm. Ari guffawed.

"Pfft, yeah right! That's not even possible, Thanh, you liar" she spat back, half-joking.

"It true! It super tiny. It like baby boy" Thanh forcefully countered. 

"You're lying. She's lying, right guys?" Ari dismissively replied as she looked over at Carly and Robin. The two girls simply stared down at their books, barely raising their eyes to meet Ari's.

"...well?" Ari asked, furrowing her eyebrows as if she couldn't possibly be wrong.

"Thanh...Thanh's not lying" Carly barely managed to stammer. 

"Yeah. She's telling the truth" Robin added, quickly raising her hand and making exactly the same gesture as Thanh to confirm his length before stifling laughter and staring back down at her books. Ari sat there, stunned.

"Whoa. That's...that's insane. Honestly, it was that small?" she asked in disbelief. The three girls simply nodded, the only difference being Thanh's irrepressible delight at delivering the humiliating news.

"I want to see it! You guys should ask him model again. I can join in!" Ari haughtily demanded, sensing the growing power imbalance developing. She was, after all, in possession of incredibly enticing gossip!

"No way! He'd never agree!" Robin responded in surprise, not expecting Ari to be so forward.

"Guys...listen to me very carefully. I'm not asking. I'm telling. And if you don't get him to go along with it then the whole school's going to find out" she angrily replied, staring ominously at the three girls.

"You brave girl, very strong!" Thanh replied in admiration, holding up her arm and flexing her bicep playfully. Ari snickered.

"So, who's going to break the news to him?" she confidently enquired. 

"Not me! No way, I can't! Thanh should do it!" Robin quickly replied.

"Yeah! She's the one that told! She has to do it!" Carly seconded. Thanh didn't look the slightest bit phased.

"Geez, you don't have to be so scared. I do it. It easy for me. I tell him at lunch" Thanh confirmed with a supercilious smirk, as if trying to demonstrate that her confidence was very much equal to Ari's.

"Sweet! I'll leave it to you, Thanh" Ari slyly replied with a wink.

And with that, Mr. Lyman gruffly instructed the student to take out their textbooks and start reading the requisite chapter. The four girls started concentrating on their work, a plan forming in the back of Thanh's mind as to how she'd coax Dylan into modelling once again for them. After all, he was still a passionate artist and, if she could use this to her advantage, there was a chance he'd acquiesce. After an hour or so the girls finished their English class and trudged off to their Maths class before the lunch break - before the girls could even approach Dylan again he quickly made his way to his P.E class, eager to avoid any discussion within earshot of the other kids. Meanwhile, Thanh, Robin, Carly and Ari made their way into their next lesson and, almost in total silence due to the strictness of their Maths teacher, finished their work before the bell rang for lunch. Getting up from their seats Thanh instructed them all to follow her to where they all knew Dylan would be hanging out.

"Guys, follow me. I have plan!" she confidently announced as she grabbed Carly and Robin by their arms, encouraging Ari to come along with a tilt of her head in the direction she was dragging the other two girls.

"Wait..don't you think it'll be weird if Ari is there?" Robin asked in consternation.

"No, it part of the plan" Thanh replied dispassionately as all four girls made a beeline for the part of the playground Dylan would be. Sure enough they spotted Dylan coming out of P.E, still wearing his exercise gear, as he looked towards them in concern. He was still being ultra-cautious not to be around the other children as the four girls approached, moving slyly around behind the toilet blocks to ensure he had some privacy for the inevitable conversation that was about to ensue. The four girls followed him around the side of the block.

"Hi, Dylan!" Thanh beamed.

"Hi...how come Ari's here?" Dylan brusquely asked, furrowing his brow and nervously clasping his hands together. 

"Look, Dylan, she know everything. But don't worry - she not tell anyone. She promise" Thanh firmly responded. Ari stood there with her arms folded, showing no sign of shame or embarrassment, as she simply smirked at the poor boy. 

"You told her?! You promised you wouldn't!" Dylan hissed at the girls, anger replacing his initial nervousness.

"Well, technically Thanh didn't promise..." Robin quietly responded, too shy to make eye contact with the angry boy.

"And...well...Ari's an artist like us! That's why we figured you wouldn't mind" Carly added, slightly more forcefully. Dylan's eyes widened as he turned to face Ari, opening his mouth slowly to say something. Before he could do so, however, Thanh jumped in again.

"She love art! That why we told her. She promise not to tell anyone...but only if you do one thing" she sternly said. With the mention of the word "art" Dylan seemed to relax a little - he unfurrowed his brow, stopped fidgeting with his hands and seemed receptive to an offer.

"Well...what is it?" he asked, curiously, slightly tilting his head to the side.

"You have to model again. For all of us. Nude. And anyway, we not get to properly finish drawing last time. We need to do again" Thanh outlined, her tone softening as she realised Dylan was already being far more open to the idea than she realised. To the surprise of all the girls Dylan seemed to completely relax, as if a wave of relief was sweeping over his whole body. Ari, now intuitively understanding Thanh's reasoning, decided to reinforce this fact.

"Thanh's right - I'm just getting into drawing and I've never had the chance to see a real model" she added gently, shooting Dylan a sympathetic smile. The boy, again to the surprise of them all, actually smiled.

"Oh, I thought you were gonna ask me to do something horrible! Sure, guys, I'll model for you again...as long as you don't tell anyone else!" Dylan replied enthusiastically. Thanh's little plan was working!

"It's not like I have anyone to tell, anyway. You guys know I'm...you know...kind of a loner" Ari responded with a hint of sadness lacing her voice.

"It's cool, Ari. Us artists have got to stick together, right?" Dylan warmly replied, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. 

"And she don't care. You know. About your..." Thanh cheekily added as she coyly pointed towards Dylan's crotch. Dylan sharply withdrew his hand from Ari's shoulder as the nervousness returned, his face showing a slight tinge of pink as his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh...oh yeah. That" he quietly responded, an ever-so-subtle embarrassed smile forming on his lips.

"Yeah. That...little thing" Carly skittishly tittered, staring noticeably down at his groin. The girls chuckled.

"Guys...I can't help it" Dylan shyly replied, looking up at the girls in amusement, as if the sheer act of talking about it openly was counterintuitively managing to reduce the humiliation. 

"Dylan, you're in amazing shape. And anyway, look at all the classics! Michelangelo's 'David' is almost exactly the same - an amazing physique with...with a...a...a small..." Ari affectionately responded, not exactly knowing how far to push the envelope. Once again, to the surprise of everyone, Dylan interjected.

"A tiny dick. You can say it" he modestly replied, reaching out and playfully punching Ari softly on the shoulder as she stared back, wide-eyed. All four girls started giggling, the mood already lightening as it seemed Dylan was making peace with his lack of endowment.

"You can say that again!" Robin giddily exclaimed, taking her turn to softly slap Dylan on the arm as if to scold him. Dylan actually laughed at this!

"Wow...Dylan, you're being so cool about this. You know, for having such a...a tiny..." Carly added in astonishment without looking up from his crotch.

"Carly, you allowed to swear! You can say it! Tiny dick!" Thanh exclaimed a bit too loudly as the group all gasped in shock.

"Keep it down!" Dylan hissed, once again his brow furrowing as he realised the situation was getting slightly out of control.

"Oops. Sorry, Dylan. I shut up now" Thanh giggled quietly, knowing her limits. Dylan relaxed.

"Look, I really don't mind you guys knowing about it. We're all artists, and artists need to be brave, open and honest. That's what art's all about, right? But nobody else can find out. I'm serious" Dylan lectured as if reading from a textbook. It was crystal clear just how seriously the young boy took his art.

"We get it, dude. And thanks for being so...you know...unbelievably cool about all this" Ari responded in appreciation. Dylan simply nodded back, smiling.

"I talk to Mrs. Greenwell today. Art room will be free second period tomorrow. I book it for us" Thanh intrepidly outlined, her confidence re-assuring Dylan that they were taking this seriously.

"Wait...in school?" Dylan uneasily responded. 

"It cool. Art class has big door with lock. And plenty blinds we pull down. It be very secret" Thanh quickly replied, already having an answer prepared lest Dylan ask this exact question. Dylan seemed to readily accept this explanation. 

"Fair enough. Sounds good, guys. I've gotta go now, though, we're playing cricket. Talk tomorrow?" Dylan hastily replied as the rest of the girls, still grinning from ear-to-ear, nodded in agreement.

"Don't forget groin guard!" Thanh mischievously ordered as she crossed her arms in front of herself and stuck her tongue out.

"Why? It's not like there's a big target to aim for!" Carly joked as she held her pinky up in mockery of the boy's size. The girls started chortling! Dylan, surprisingly, flashed them all a huge smile. 

"God, you guys are so immature!" he laughed in response, rolling his eyes in exaggeration as if he was genuinely starting to see the humour in his predicament. Turning around, he set off running off towards the field to join in his game. 

And with that, the group dispersed - Thanh's plan had gone off without a hitch and it would be less than 24 hours before Dylan would be, voluntarily, exposing himself in front of the four excited schoolgirls. Little did he know that Thanh wasn't the only one in the group with a plan. Ari was already plotting a little scheme of her own. She was, after all, a budding photographer...

Great, looking forward to the next part!

Maybe Dylan should be encouraged to get an erection for class. He may be a grower and not a shower but at least his dick should be larger.

I disagree, any erections in this genres of humiliation should be tiny!

The following day started like any other - Carly and Robin met under the large oak tree as usual and awaited the arrival of Thanh as students slowly started trickling into the school. As usual, the two girls were earlier than everyone else and had a decent amount of time to discuss the plans for what was going to amount to an incredibly exciting day. As the minutes ticked by, however, Thanh was nowhere to be seen. Far from nervousness the overwhelming feeling between the two girls was one of giddy excitement as they enveloped each other in a warm hug before starting the predictable tittering about Dylan.


"Oh, my God. We're gonna get to see it again!" Carly giggled as she grabbed onto Robin's hands in glee.


"I know! Thanh's like an evil genius or something! I hope she managed to book the art room" Robin replied, wide-eyed, grinning from ear-to-ear.


"She will. She's like a bulldozer!" Carly responded.


"Look! Here she comes!" Robin announced, letting go of Robin's hands and pointing across the playground.


Sure enough, there was Thanh running over to them - as soon as the girls spotted her it became obvious that she came bearing good news. Thanh was sprinting, most likely due to the fact that she was uncharacteristically late as well as being in possession of information that would undoubtedly be a welcome revelation to her friends. As she got closer, her beaming smile dominating her flushed face, she reached into her pocket and started jangling a collection of keys excitedly in front of her. She slowed her pace to a brisk walk as she approached Robin and Carly, breathing heavily from her sprint across the playground, barely-perceptible beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.


"It booked! Mrs. Greenwell give me keys just then. Look!" she proudly announced, once again shaking the keys nervously in front of the girls.


"Whoa, you did it! What did you say?" Robin giddily asked.


"I just say we need quiet time to practice drawing. She say we have the room for second period" she replied smugly, holding her head high in pride.


"To ourselves? Nobody else?" Robin quickly questioned.


"Only us! She think it only me, you and Carly doing drawing" she answered.


"Awesome! Let's go tell Dylan and Ari" Carly feverishly responded, out of character for the young girl and betraying the fact that, for all of her shyness, she was enjoying every part of the naughty proceedings.


And, with only around 10 minutes to spare before the first period started, the three girls went on the hunt for both Ari and Dylan. They knew where Dylan regularly hung out, so they focused their efforts on finding Ari. After quickly searching the Library and Cafeteria the three girls made a beeline for Ari's locker, calculating that she'd probably be getting her books ready for first period. Sure enough, with her back turned to the girls, Ari was there removing a collection of textbooks and stuffing them into her backpack. She was totally unaware of the girls' presence until Thanh broke the silence.


"Ari! Look what I got!" she pronounced, loud enough to startle the poor girl, who spun around in surprise as Thanh once again jingled the keys in front of her face.


"Thanh! God, you scared me! What are you holding?!" Ari shot back, slightly annoyed that she'd been on the receiving end of a shock.


"Oops! Sorry, Ari. I not mean scare you. But I have good news! We got art room booked second period. We on way to tell Dylan, let go!" Thanh frantically spluttered back, genuinely sorry for scaring the poor girl but also acutely aware of just how little time they had to let Dylan know.


"Oh, my God! Thanh, you're seriously impressive" Ari replied in bemusement, admiration lacing her voice as she warmly made the "A-OK" sign with her fingers.


"Come! Let go!" Thanh replied, grabbing Ari by the arm as all four girls started sprinting towards Dylan. Feverishly pumping their little legs as fast as they could the four girls breathlessly weaved their way through the corridors before emerging onto the playground, immediately catching Dylan's eye who couldn't help but notice four of his giddy classmates sprinting towards him. Just like before the young boy moved to an isolated area of the playground so as they could all talk in private as the girls arrived.


"I book it! Second period!" Thanh exclaimed breathlessly before Dylan even had a chance to greet them all. An almost delirious grin spread across the young boy's face.


"Wow! You work quick, Thanh" Dylan gleefully replied, less enthused at the idea of being naked again than participating in pure, unbridled artistic expression with four of his art-loving colleagues.


"She's incredible, right?!" Ari added, reaching out and patting Thanh firmly on the back in appreciation.


"Well...at least one thing here incredible!" she cheekily replied, widening her eyes and conspicuously drawing them down to Dylan's crotch while also sneakily gesturing towards the area with her index finger.


"Far out, it's started already!" Dylan laughed back as he mockingly rolled his eyes, his grin hardly dissipating. The other three girls burst into a bashful fit of giggles, Robin and Carly turning to each other and shielding their face as Ari simply chuckled back, the smile quickly fading from her face.


"I'm not saying anything until I see it" Ari stated in mock-scepticism, narrowing her eyes at the other three girls as if to silently accuse them of embellishment.


"We not lying! It true! It tiny!" Thanh shot back, mildly offended that their new friend was already on the verge of accusing them of being dishonest.


"Yeah, Thanh's right, Ari" Carly added quietly, her face flushing red due to the fact that not only were they talking quite openly about an incredibly sensitive subject, but that the object of their mockery was less that two feet away from them.


"You guys are so immature!" Dylan playfully teased, lightly pushing Carly back by the shoulder as she, once again, started giggling uncontrollably.


"Come on, we need to get to first period. The bell's about to go" Robin announced, looking down at her watch and realising there was only a minute until class started.


And so, the five kids started briskly walking across the playground to their first lesson, their giddiness fading as they became acutely aware that raising any kinds of suspicion as to what was about to transpire in second period could jeopardise their plans. As they approached the main building for their first class and the shrill clang of the bell rang out the rest of the kids begrudgingly started making their way towards their classes. The hallways filled with bustling students, the strong echoes of chattering children bringing life to the dour, old building. Oddly enough the five kids had the same social studies class together in first period, and so gathered outside their room in an almost in total silence to await the arrival of their teacher. Robin and Carly started nattering about an upcoming test and how little they were looking forward to it, Thanh and Ari hovering closely around Dylan as they began mindlessly discussing the latest celebrity gossip. Dylan had his back turned towards hallway, focusing solely on Thanh and Ari, before he felt a light tapping on his shoulder.


"Hi, Dylan" a tall, slim figure in a perfectly manicured uniform shyly mumbled. Dylan, up until this point relaxed and unburdened, turned around curiously to see who it was.


"H...hi, Ruby" he awkwardly replied as he faced her, an ever-so-slight shade of pink flushing across his marble skin.


It was Ruby Richards. Ruby was almost a stereotype of the popular high-school girl. Blonde, naturally beautiful and genuinely kind she was proof that those at the top of the social ladder can also be implacably decent people. Even though it was the 1970s it seemed that the girl had been teleported from the Golden Age of Hollywood screen starlets, her piercing blue eyes reminiscent of a very young Grace Kelly. It became apparent that there was a strong mutual attraction shared between Dylan and Ruby, an attraction yet to manifest in anything other than short, delicate exchanges and whispered rumours among their classmates. For a few seconds the kids stood facing each other, unsure of what to say next, their hearts aflutter as nerves took hold.


"So...you have social studies now?" Ruby softly asked, mercifully breaking the silence.


"Yeah, what do you have?" Dylan replied, almost flustered.


"Geography. It's so boring" she replied, nervous laughter punctuating the end of her sentence.


"I know, right?! I can't stand it" Dylan responded, almost too eager to agree with her.


"Yeah..." Ruby quietly responded. The silence once again descended as Thanh, Ari, Carly and Robin now curiously observed the proceedings. Once again, it fell to Ruby to drive the conversation.


"Are you doing anything second period? It's just...I have a free period and...well...I was thinking...we could study together in the library?" she stammered, unconsciously beginning to fiddle with her fingers.


"Um. I have art second period..." Dylan replied quietly, unsure of just how much information to divulge lest he pique too much curiosity in the young girl.


"Yeah. We do drawing" Thanh suddenly added from behind Dylan, peeking around him and shooting Ruby a huge, mischievous grin. Dylan quickly swivelled his head and shot her a steely glare, her eyes meeting his as she slowly slinked back behind him.


"Oh, that's cool. Don't worry about it" Ruby replied in disappointment, casting her gaze downwards. Dylan, unsure of what to do and terrified that the girls would let the secret out, simply nodded. Ruby looked up and tried one last time.


"Well, I know I'm pretty bad at drawing, but I could come to your art class if Mrs. Greenwell let's me?" she suggested meekly, increasingly concerned that Dylan was simply not interested in her.


"No! No, that's...no! You can't" Dylan forcefully countered, firmly making it clear that he didn't want her there. The young girl looked crestfallen.


"Oh...alright. Guess I'll see you around then, Dylan" Ruby sadly responded, barely looking up at the panicking boy.


"It's just...Mrs. Greenwell is running an advanced lecture of drawing techniques and she doesn't want everyone to know" he stammered back, his nerves slightly subsiding as he managed to manufacture a lie out of thin air. Ruby just nodded and, with her head still bowed, started to turn away from Dylan.


"B...but, we can hang out at lunch if you want?" Dylan desperately added, softly reaching out and lightly holding Ruby by the upper arm, an involuntary and empathetic reaction to the girl's distress. She perked up.


"Oh. Yeah! That sounds cool!" Ruby replied excitedly.


"Yeah, I'd love that" Dylan warmly responded, only realising after he'd said it that he still had hold of Ruby's arm. He quickly withdrew he hand in embarrassment with a short and awkward guffaw.


"So...meet you outside the art room when you're done?" Ruby queried.


"Um...sure. No worries" Dylan answered, calculating the risk in his head and confirming that there shouldn't be an issue.


"Great! See ya then!" Ruby beamed, batting her eyelashes at the object of her crush and making her way over to her geography class.


"Ooooh. Dylan likes Ruby! Dylan likes Ruby!" Carly started chanting melodically, tapping Robin on the shoulder and encouraging her to join in.


"Dylan likes Ruby, Dylan likes Ruby" the four girls began to mockingly sing, rousing the interest of a number of other children waiting in line for class.


"Knock it off!" Dylan spat back, furrowing his brow as the tinge of pink adoring his face rapidly changed to red.


"Look! His face red! Red like Ruby!" Thanh mocked in glee.


"Shut up! You guys suck" Dylan pouted, pretending to look for something in his bag to divert the attention away.


"Dude, how can you be madder with Thanh for teasing you about this than...you know, her teasing you about...that" Ari quietly asked, loud enough to be heard by the small group but not any of the other kids, as she pointed towards his crotch.


"Yeah. Most boy super embarrass by tiny dick" Thanh hissed, seemingly annoyed that Dylan had taken grave offense to her pointing out his obvious blushing. Counterintuitively, this seemed to lighten the mood and Dylan's scowl softened as he sympathetically looked at Thanh.


"You guys are artists. I don't care that you know about that. But...I dunno. It's just, like, embarrassing that people know about Ruby" he calmly responded, unable to fully articulate his feelings.


"That's...weird as, Dylan" Robin uncharacteristically chimed in, the other girls nodding in agreement as Dylan simply shrugged his shoulders in bemusement. Before any of the others could say anything else their social studies teacher arrived and started fumbling around in their pocket for the keys to the classroom, before unlocking the door and herding the impatient gaggle of students through the door. Dylan and the four girls quickly gathered up their things and filed into the classroom, all eager to ensure the next hour went as quickly as possible.


After an hour the loud clanging of the bell heralded the end of social studies, and with a few parting words from their teacher around their upcoming homework assignment the students began to pack up their things and make their way to the next class. Dylan and the four girls all exchanged nervous smiles, before feverishly stuffing their books and pencil cases into their bags, bouncing out of their chairs and shooting out the door like kids possessed on their way to the art room. Weaving their way through the hallways of the main building they charged across the oval to the creative arts precinct, which was quite separate from the rest of the school and much quieter than the main block. Aside from a few of the senior kids milling around they more or less had the place all to themselves. As they finally arrived at the art room Thanh pushed her way to the front of the group and, reaching into her pocket, pulled out the keys Mrs. Greenwell had given to her earlier that morning. Mrs. Greenwell must have been a tad scatter-brained, as adorning the key ring were roughly 20 keys of differing sizes and shapes. After around five unsuccessful tries Thanh, by pure luck, chose the correct key and unlocked the door, pushing it open with a swift shove.


"I check nobody here" Thanh exclaimed as she dashed around the room, inspected the storage area, scoped out the closet and returned in the space of 30 seconds.


"All clear!" she pronounced as the other four kids made their way inside.


"I'll close all the blinds" Carly giddily purred as she started running around the room and closing them.


"Thanh, lock the door. You better remember which key you used!" Robin admonished.


"It not matter. We not coming here again. Door lock automatically from outside anyway. No one get in" Thanh replied, nonplussed, as she firmly pulled the door closed.


"Done!" Carly squawked as she securely fastened the one remaining blind and flicked the lights on, illuminating the room in a warm glow. The art room was almost perfectly designed for modelling - at the front of the room was a slightly raised stage, surrounded by an arc of chairs with their own scaled-down easels in front, around stomach-height, so as not to interrupt the view of the subject. It dawned on them all that they were now fully alone, secure in their artistic space, and they could commence the activity for which they'd been planning. The eyes of the four giddy girls all turned to Dylan, who stood at the front of the room meekly. He broke the silence.


"Well...you guys better sit down and get your stuff out..." he stuttered, suddenly overcome with a touch of nerves. Almost robotically the girls sat down in the four chairs closest to the front of the room, around 3 feet away from Dylan, and hurriedly removed their pencils and paper from their bags, placing them studiously on their individual easels and then sitting back expectantly. Dylan stood there.


"Well. If you're going to model for us shouldn't you...you know. Get undressed?" Ari cheekily enquired, raising her eyebrows in feigned innocence.


"Alright. Here goes" the young boy exclaimed quietly as the four girls in front of him watched with baited breath.


Firstly, he removed his blazer and tie, kicking off his shoes and socks and pushing them over to the corner of the stage with his foot, placing his blazer on a chair beside him. Next came his pants, which he took time to neatly fold and place gently next to his shoes. He fiddled with his shirt buttons for a few seconds before undoing them all and, in one swift move, removed his shirt and tossed it over towards his pants. The boy stood there in his underwear and looked at his four classmates, who at this point were gently giggling with awkward anticipation. Dylan hesitated, internally debating whether or not he wanted to do this again, the flush of pink subtly returning to his porcelain skin. Ari realised this and spoke up.


"Guys, I think we need to give Dylan a clap. There's probably only 10 artists in Year 7 in the whole country who get to draw actual live models. It's so good for us to learn this!" she confidently announced to her three female compatriots, the shamelessness of her manipulation plain for all to see. All, that is, except for Dylan. The girls all clapped as Dylan bashfully grinned and, pushing his shoulders back with a newfound confidence seemed to start glowing.


"Yeah. You so brave Dylan. You cool!" Thanh encouraged, giving him a wink and a thumbs up.


"Thanks guys. Art's too important to be embarrassed about. Right?" Dylan reasoned, as all the girls nodded eagerly.


And, in one quick movement, Dylan dropped his underwear and kicked it over towards his pants, standing in front of the girls as naked as the day he was born. The reactions of Thanh, Robin and Carly were similar to their first experience, with Thanh erupting into an exhilarated cackle as Robin and Carly sharply inhaled and, wide-eyed, clasped their hands to their mouths. Dylan, with a wry smile, simply shook his head as if to quietly admonish the girls for their immaturity. Almost simultaneously the girls all looked over at Ari as Dylan started to lay down on his side with one leg cocked up, his arm draped over his raised knee, offering all four girls a totally uninterrupted frontal view of every inch of his naked body. Ari's mouth hung agape, her eyes wide with utter astonishment as she tried to process the overwhelming sight confronting her. Whether it was from nerves, the frosty embrace of the cool air in the art room (or a combination of both) Dylan's boyhood appeared slightly smaller than the first time it was revealed to the girls, a fact which was definitely not lost on either Thanh, Carly or Robin. They all stared at Ari, eagerly awaiting a reaction, as the shell-shocked girl swallowed hard, cleared her throat and, without diverting her eyes from Dylan's crotch, spoke up:


"You...you guys...um...you definitely weren't lying" she drawled, almost trance-like, her gaze laser-focused on Dylan's petite endowment.


"See! We tell you truth!" Thanh proclaimed triumphantly.


"It's not even a centimetre long" Ari replied robotically, tilting her head slightly as if she was unconsciously struggling to understand just how small it actually was.


"It's cold in here, guys" Dylan bashfully responded, casting his eyes down in slight embarrassment.


"It was warm at the College, Dylan, and it wasn't any bigger" Robin scoffed. An audible snort erupted from Carly as she slapped Robin on the arm, the two girls devolving into a giggling mess as Dylan, once again, rolled his eyes.


"Alright, guys. Shouldn't you start drawing? We've only got, like, 40 minutes now" he sternly lectured, obviously growing slightly tired of the incessant mockery.


"Sorry, dude. You're right. Come on, guys" Ari answered, snapping out of her trance and looking over at the other three chortling girls, a sly smirk etching itself across her face.


"Fine. We not talk about nút nhỏ anymore" Thanh cheekily replied, obviously wanting to continue the mockery of Dylan's size. Carly and Robin once again hid their faces behind their hands, tittering away in glee.


"Nút nhỏ? What's that?" Ari quizzically asked.


"Yeah...what are you talking about, Thanh?" Dylan asked impatiently, the lack of focus on drawing rapidly wearing thin for the young boy.


"Oh, it what we call boy in Vietnam with tiny dick" Thanh explained dispassionately, as if she was clinically teaching a child a new word. To the surprise of all there Ari let out a deep belly laugh, before recomposing herself quickly.


"What does it mean?!" she giddily asked Thanh.


"It mean tiny button" she surreptitiously answered back, as if it was common knowledge and nothing of any real interest.


"Oh, far out, Thanh! It's small but it's bigger than a button!" Dylan fired back, a mix of embarrassment and amusement lacing his slightly-raised voice.


"It's way smaller than a button!" Carly quietly added through surpressed laughter.


"No, it isn't" Dylan dispassionately replied, not wanting to engage in a game of one-upsmanship he probably knew he was going to lose.


"Yes, it is! Unless the button was, you know, microscopic!" Robin retorted, sticking her tongue out and pretending to squint at her thumb and index finger, which she was holding in front of her face and outlining a size of roughly five millimetres.


"Pfft. Yeah, right" Dylan snorted, gently shaking his head.


"Fine! I prove it!" Thanh forcefully responded as she stood up and, moving over to the equipment cabinet at the front of the classroom, begin to rummage around in one of the draws. After a few seconds of searching she pulled out a button presumably sourced from a trench coat and, holding it aloft, displayed the proof she'd promised. Dylan looked slightly concerned.


"Thanh...it's...my thingy's...that's not a proper button!" a flusterred Dylan tried to argue, quietly realising that the button was in fact larger than his boyhood.


"It real button! Look, it much bigger" Thanh replied as she rushed over towards Dylan in an attempt to place it next to his micropenis and, as starkly as possible, prove her point. Dylan withdrew instinctively, clasping one hand over his boyhood, breaking his pose as Thanh approached.


"No! Dude, don't move! That pose is perfect for sketching!" Ari reasoned, once again manipulating Dylan's behaviour by emphasising the importance of artistic integrity. Dylan glanced over at her and begrudgingly resumed his pose as Thanh, having only stopped briefly as Ari spoke, knelt down next to Dylan.


"Don't worry. We do drawing after this" Thanh softly explained. Dylan just nodded and stared off into the distance as Tranh, holding the button between her thumb and index finger, gently hovered it over his genitals. The button comfortably covered both his penis and testicles, complely obscuring his entire package from the view of Carly, Robin and Ari.


"You can't even see his balls!" Ari cackled as she clapped her hands together in amusement, Carly and Robin nodding their heads feverishly.


"You guys are mean" Dylan chuckled, humiliated. He had no choice but to accept the situation for what it was, and to try his best to make light of it. He glanced at Tranh and smiled bashfully, as the young girl smirked back.


"What's Vietnamese for 'smaller than a button'?!" Robin sniggered, biting her bottom lip in the knowledge that she was really pushing the limits of Dylan's tolerance. Dylan opened his mouth to say something but was beaten to the punch by Tranh.


"Nhỏ hơn một nút" Thanh fired off before the boy had a chance to interject. The four girls exploded in laughter, looking at each other mischievously as Dylan simply gritted his teeth and accepted the mockery. Thanh, looking directly at him, withdrew the button from his crotch and waved it impishly in front of his face. The young boy had now reached the limits of his patience.


"Guys, start drawing or I'm leaving" he flatly instructed, looking at nobody in particular. Thanh stood up, still chuckling, and made her way back over to her seat.


All four of the girls now knew that they'd reached the edge and that the time for sketching had arrived. Still displaying bashful grins the girls all picked up their pencils and began drawing, the atmosphere in the room slowly changing from unbridled excitement to studious concentration. As much as the girls were having fun they were, after all, budding artists and they all subconsciously understood that this was actually a useful endeavour for their artistic development. And so, for the next 40 or so minutes all four girls focused their efforts on their art and capturing, as best as they could, the form of the young boy in front of them. Dylan slowly settled in and concentrated on maintaining his pose, the fact that he was relaxed and comfortable making it easier to stay still. With a few minutes until lunch Carly, Robin and Thanh started putting the finishing touches on their drawings before neatly placing their papers in their binders and starting to pack their pencil cases into their bags. Carly, noticing that Ari was still deep in concentration, spoke up.


"We better get going, Ari. It's almost lunch" she gently prodded.


"Just another minute, I still need to get the shading right" she flatly answered, her focus unwavering.


The other three girls had, at this point, all risen from their chairs to make their way to the door. Dylan started to get nervous.


"Don't open it yet!" he barked, still keenly aware that he was in an incredibly vulnerable position.


"Don't worry. I check first" Thanh answered, slightly lifting up one of the blinds and peeking out of the window to make sure the coast was clear.


"Nobody around. Let go" she instructed Carly and Robin, as she cracked the door open gently to allow the three girls to leave. Ari, still furiously shading, looked up.


"Ok, Dylan. Almost done. Give me one second" she drawled.


"Alright, just hurry up! There's only like a minute left" the boy desperately pleaded, still maintaining his pose with iron discipline. With a flurry of her fingers Ari put the finishing touches on her drawing and, with impressive haste, quickly managed to pack her pencils and artwork into her bag before Dylan could begin to move.


"All done!" she announced as she stood up and gathered her bag, rummaging around for something on her way over to the door. Thanh, Carly and Robin had already left the room and were waiting nervously in the corridor for their two remaining friends. At this stage Dylan had now stood up and turned his back to Ari to face the pile of clothes he'd discarded at the beginning. As Ari approached the door she smoothly withdrew something from her bag and turned around in a flash to face the boy.


"Oh, by the way, say cheese!" she squealed as Dylan turned around to face her.


A bright light flashed across the room as the whirr of a small machine filled the silence. Dylan blinked a couple of times before his eyes readjusted, allowing him to digest what had just happened. Ari was stood there holding her Polaroid camera, a print automatically ejecting itself before being snatched out of the machine and stuffed into the young girl's pocket. Without uttering another word Ari flung open the door and launched herself into the corridor, leaving the flabbergasted boy frantically searching for the right course of action. Instinct took over and without a second thought Dylan sprinted across the room, violently pulled the door open and followed Ari out into the hall. The four girls gasped, not expecting the still-naked boy to be stood before them again.


"Give it back!" Dylan yelled at Ari, rushing over to her and trying to fish the photograph out of her pocket.


"What the hell's going on?!" Carly asked in shock, as Thanh and Robin stood in surprise.


"She took a photo of me! Give it back!" Dylan answered in desperation as Ari swatted his hands away, protecting the photograph with all her strength.


"So what?! I'm a photographer! It's art!" she madly tried to reason. Althought it had only been a couple of seconds Robin had already noticed that the door to the art room had begun to slowly close itself.


"Dylan! The...the door! It's closing!" Robin shouted, gesticulating wildly towards the room. The young boy froze as he lifted his worried eyes to meet Ari's, before desperately flinging himself towards the classroom in a vain attempt to stop the door from shutting. But it was no use. Just as he reached out to push it open the unmistakeable "click" of the latch echoed through the hall. Jiggling the handle in pure terror the young boy's nightmare was starting to become a reality.


"Please open! Please!" Dylan begged in futility. It was about to get worse. As he turned around to face the four girls another sound sent shivers down his naked spine.


"Dong. Dong. Dong."


The sound of the bell echoed throughout the school as the colour drained from Dylan's face, the young boy utilising the only defence he now had by cementing his hands over his crotch.


"Thanh, get the keys!" he stammered in pure desperation, his eyes wild with fright. Thanh, for the first time since the entire escapade had started with Dylan's modelling at the College, looked seriously afraid. She opened her bag and started rummaging around, frantically searching for the keys as Dylan stood there in fierce impatience. Thanh continued to search. Even Robin started rifling through Thanh's bag with her, urgently searching in vain for something that seemed to have disappeared into thin air. All the girls were now keenly aware that should Dylan be caught then not only would he be in a world of trouble, but they would be, too. A slow, dawning realisation began to set in.


"I...I think...I think I leave key in room" Thanh monotonously informed the terrified boy, who's eyes widened to the point of frenzy. Before he could react he heard yet another sound that was to introduce him to an entirely new world of humilation and shame.


"Dylan?!"


The boy and four young girls looked to their right to see from where the shocked exclamation had originated.


Standing there, her hands clasped over her mouth, was Ruby Richards.

I love this. I was so looking forward this new chapter and it's better than I expected. Can't wait to see what happens with Ruby.

I would love to have another naked male be introduced to stand right beside him with a massive penis to contrast the micropenis. One would seem even larger while the other smaller. LOL>

Dylan froze, the colour draining from his face, as Ruby gawked in wide-eyed amazement at the object of her desires standing buck-naked in the school hallway. The young girl instinctively clasped her hands over her heart as if to protect the very innocence rapidly ebbing away from her, a sharp intake of breath the only noise piercing the now-deathly silence that had descended on the group. Dylan's hands started to tremble, remaining firmly cupped over his boyhood, as he desperately tried to find a way out of his nightmare. Although only seconds had passed it felt like an eternity. Ari, sensing an opportunity to depart without being held to account for the photograph she'd sneakily taken, spoke first:


"I'm out of here!" she sputtered before quickly adjusting her backpack and making a hasty retreat.


Dylan glanced quickly over at her and, for a split second, opened his mouth to say something. Mere seconds earlier he was desperately trying to wrestle the photo back from the mischievous girl as he now watched her disappearing down the hall. His mind was racing a mile-a-minute and it quickly dawned on him that it was better for her to disappear with the photo rather than risk her staying and showing it to Ruby. For the moment, even though his was completely naked, he was succeeding in hiding his shame. The mental arithmetic completed he re-directed his attention back to Ruby, still at a loss as how to extract himself from the worst dilemma a boy in his position could find themselves in. Thanh, Carly and Robin, all standing to the side of Dylan, watched on in morbid curiosity as the standoff between Ruby and the boy continued. Ruby, still in utter shock, made the first move:


"What...what the hell are you doing?!" she uncharacteristically squealed, a hint of an embarrassed grin forming at the corners of her mouth.


Dylan stared back, appearing to be physically incapable of uttering a single word as the poor boy's shaking hands dared not move an inch from his crotch. He rapidly glanced over at the three girls by his side, silently willing them to do something, anything, to alleviate his torment. Carly and Robin simply looked down at the ground before Thanh, grinning deliriously and already relishing the excitement of the situation, opened her mouth to speak. But before she could the faint sound of chattering children started echoing down the halls from around the corner. Ruby snapped into action and before any of the other girls could say anything took control of the situation.


"Quick, down there! Now!" she barked at them, pointing towards a narrow walkway that ran between the side of the art classroom and another building. The five kids quickly scurried into it just in time, Robin and Carly entering first followed by Dylan, Thanh and Ruby, as all the classrooms around them emptied. Although the walkway was fairly narrow it was still large enough for the kids to turn around and face each other as necessary, but instinct had taken over and instead of huddling around to titter they all took positions to both observe the throngs of students streaming past each end of the walkway as well as shielding Dylan from any curious gazes. Robin and Carly stood side-by-side in front of Dylan with their backs towards him, as if forming a protective line. Thanh made her way behind him as Ruby brought up the rear, her back also turned to Dylan as she scouted the other end of the walkway like protective Mother.


"Nobody say a word!" Ruby whispered as hordes of kids made their way past the nervous group on their way to lunch. Thanh, sensing an opportunity she may never get again, attempted to find out what Dylan's body felt like by moving her hands in front of herself and pressing firmly into him. Knowing that Dylan could neither move forward because of Robin and Carly, nor say anything due to Ruby's authoritative instructions, Thanh gently ran her hands down Dylan's back as the young boy tensed up, moving lower until she arrived at the top of his buttocks. Then, in one swift move, she firmly placed them on his backside and gave a couple of firm squeezes. Dylan swivelled his head around in surprise as his eyes met Thanh's, furrowing his brows in confusion before she leaned closer and whispered softly into his ear:


"You in very good shape."


She flashed him a big, toothy grin as the boy simply turned back around and tried to ignore what was happening. He had enough on his plate as it was, although ignoring Thanh's persistent exploration of his backside was tougher than he'd expected. Goosebumps started to form over the young boy's body as the curious girl alternated between a firm grip and gentle caress with her fingertips. After a few moments, and knowing that none of the other girls could see what she was doing, Thanh gave Dylan a couple of playful pats on the butt before turning around to face Ruby, who at this point was still carefully scanning each end of the walkway to ensure none of the other kids could see Dylan. As far as the other students were concerned it just looked like a few girls chattering away about banal playground gossip, and even if a few of them had wanted to know what was going on the lure of lunch kept their attention on the playground focused. After a couple of minutes the stream of kids stopped and silence once again decended on the collection of classrooms the kids found themselves hiding between. They all turned around to face each other, with Dylan in the centre of the group, not knowing what would come next. Ruby moved her hands to her hips as if to signal both amusement and disapproval at the position Dylan found himself in, before being the first to break the silence.


"So...why are you out here naked?!" she assertively questioned through a barely-surpressed grin. The question itself caused the young boy to immediately look down at the ground as Robin, Carly and Thanh immediately erupted into fits of giggles.


"I tell whole story. Dylan too embarrass!" Thanh chuckled back as Dylan shot her a steely glare, silently praying that she wouldn't get too detailed in her outline.


"This is gonna be good..." Ruby purred back in approval, removing her hands from her hips and folding them in front of her.


"Well...long story short. Dylan very talented artist and he offer to pose for us. You know, naked" Thanh started, before Ruby immediately jumped in.


"What?! Just like that?! He just offered to...like...pose for you NAKED?!" Ruby squeaked back in disbelief, as if the very suggestion itself was beyond ludicrous.


"You no understand artists, Ruby. Dylan very committed! Anyway, he pose for us and we do drawing. Then, we all leave and wait for Dylan to get changed. But..." Thanh explained slowly. Dylan was now visibly trembling, unsure of what Thanh was going to reveal. She glanced over at the terrified boy and gave him a cheeky grin.


"But...Ari left pencil case behind. So, Dylan tried to give to her but door shut behind him by accident and he locked out. So, yeah. That's why he like this" Thanh outlined, looking over at Dylan and gesturing towards him and his nakedness. Ruby's expression softened as she started feeling compassion for the poor boy. Her inner sense of justice kicked in and she began to realise that, according to Thanh's description, Dylan was simply trying to do something nice for his friends and due to incredible bad luck now found himself in a living nightmare.


"Oh, my God. That...that's so...it's just unfair! You poor thing" Ruby sympathetically spluttered, unsure of just how to comfort the boy.


"It's ok. It's just one of those things..." Dylan quietly whispered back, barely lifting his eyes to meet Ruby's. Ruby gasped, taken aback and just how embarrassed he must be feeling.


"Come here!" she lovingly responded as she took a big step towards Dylan and threw her hands around him in a bear hug. Giving him a tight squeeze the boy remained rigid, still not daring to reveal his boyhood to his crush. Ruby let go and stepped back.


"And you're covered in goosebumps, you must be cold!" she announced through a slight gasp. Thanh shot Dylan one of her trademark toothy grins before lowering her head to the ground, desperately trying to stifle her laughter.


"It's just...it's just nerves" he replied monotonously.


"Hang on, it all makes sense now. THIS is why you didn't want me to come to class this morning! I thought you were annoyed at me for some reason!" Ruby responded with a broad smile, seemingly satisfied that Dylan rejected her offers to come to art class not out of spite but embarrassment.


"Well...I thought you'd think I'm...you know, weird or something" Dylan bashfully replied with a hint of a smile, apparently happy that Ruby still found him desirable.


"No way! It's so sweet you'd do this for your friends" she cloyingly replied, trying her best to boost his confidence and reduce the sheer humiliation he must be feeling. Dylan responded by flashing her an appreciative smile, which Ruby took as an indication that her flattery was working.


"And anyway, you're in...you know. You look...you're in amazing shape. It's not like you've got anything to be embarrassed about!" she beamed, reaching out and softly caressing Dylan's shoulder. His slight smile vanished as he looked over at Thanh who, as soon as the words had left Ruby's lips, let out an audible snort before clasping her hands to her mouth in a effort to stifle it. Robin and Carly were slightly more subtle but even they couldn't control themselves in time, the sound of their giggles echoing softly throughout the walkway. Ruby looked quizzically over at the three girls, slightly raising her eyebrow as if to invite further contributions. Sensing how quickly the situation could degenerate Dylan spoke up.


"Anyway, I need to find a way back in. We've only got 45 minutes till everyone's back!" he frantically stuttered, the sheer speed of his words taking the four girls by surprise, snapping them out of their curiousity. Ruby's expression hardened as she realised the precariousness of Dylan's situation.


"He's right. What are we going to do?" Ruby asked nobody in particular as she started scanning her surroundings again. Robin and Carly simply shrugged while Thanh quite obviously found the entire spectacle deliciously entertaining, grinning from ear-to-ear as she simply started at Dylan. Suddently, Ruby pointing at something above all of their heads.


"Look! One of the windows is open!" she announced as they all turned around to see.


One of the windows close to the roof of the art class was ajar, just enough to allow someone to crawl in. As they group silently analysed how one of them could get inside it dawned on them that there was only one of them tall enough to clamber up onto the window sill and wriggle their way in - Dylan. Almost in unison the four girls turned to face him as it dawned on him that he was the only one with the requisite height and strength needed.


"Far out..." he muttered in resignation as he began mentally analysing just how he'd manage to climb through the window without Ruby seeing his boyhood. She immediately picked up on the dliemma.


"Don't worry. I'll turn around. I won't look, I promise" she softly explained, once again reaching out and gently placing her hand on his shoulder. Dylan nodded slowly.


"Alright. Let's get this over with" he robotically replied, slowly moving over and positioning himself in front of the window.


"But...we don't need turn round. We already seen everything!" Thanh cheekily added, pouting at Ruby and Dylan in mockery.


"Be nice, Thanh. I won't look, Dylan. I promise." Ruby bashfully responded as she turned around to face the opposite building, firmly closing her eyes as if to signal she was taking it extremely seriously.


"Alright. Here goes" Dylan quietly announced as he tentatively removed his hands from his crotch and, looking back one last time to make she Ruby wasn't looking, reaching out and hauled himself onto the window sill.


"Be careful, dude. Those bricks looks a bit slippery" Robin advised, pointing towards a mossy patch just next to where Dylan's foot was placed.


"I know! I can see!" he shot back in frustration.


"Geez, I'm just trying to help" Robin retorted, folding her arms in front of her in offense.


"Well, just let me do it!" Dylan muttered as he re-focused his attention.


"You no have to be mean. She only say one thing!" Thanh hissed, standing up for her friend.


"Shut up!" he bellowed, looking frustratedly down at Thanh, the pressure of the whole situation clearly affecting his temper. The young girl narrowed her eyes and began weighing up whether or not to spill his secret in front of Ruby.


"Don't tell me shut up! You no need be rude! Just because you have tiny..." Thanh spat back, pulling herself up at the last second before divulging what Dylan had been, so far, successfully hiding from Ruby. The young boy twisted to face the furious girl, his face now reflecting his inner panic rather than anger.


"No! Don't say..." he sputtered out in panic. But as he moved his body slightly off his carefully selected spot, and just before he could finish his sentence, his right foot gave way under the slippery bricks. In one swift movement he found himself falling backwards off the window sill, directly towards Thanh. Before she could move out of the way he fell on top of her, sending her bag flying to the ground as she tried to dodge the falling boy. Richocheting off the girl, who had managed to stay upright even though her school bag had smashed onto the ground, he landed flat on his back on the ground with a mighty thump.


The girls gasped. Dylan immediately shot both of his hands up to cup the back of his head, which had come into quite violent contact with the ground below as he let out a pained moan. Carly and Robin both rushed urgently to his side and knelt down, while Thanh simply stood there staring down in shock at the prostrate boy as he cradled his head in pain.


"Oh, my God! Are you ok?! Where does it hurt?!" Robin frantically enquired, reaching out and stroking Dylan's forehead. The boy simply pointed to the back of his head as he grimaced in pain, his eyes firmly shut as he struggled to hold back tears. Aside from him rhythmically rubbing the back of his head with his hands the rest of his body stayed perfectly still, the pain rapidly disappating as the initial shock of the fall wore off. He hadn't hurt himself badly, just a slight bump on the head.


"Lift your head a bit so I can see" Carly instructed, softly reaching out and placing her hand under his, looking for any signs of blood. With the initial shock now completed abated Dylan used both hands to lift his head further and tilt it to the right in order to allow Carly a better view of any injuries, opening his eyes to look up at Thanh as he did so.


"Thanks a lot!" he spat as he made eye contact with her. Thanh stared nervously back, wide-eyed and clenching her teeth together in concern, as if she couldn't find the words she so desperately wanted to say. Instead, she simply rotated her eyes and titled her head to the right. Suddenly, like a lightening strike, it dawned on him to what she was gesturing towards. He looked.


At his feet stood Ruby. Upon hearing the clatter of his body falling to the floor, and forgetting her promise to the boy, she'd turned around to see what all the fuss was about. She was now confronted by a sight she'd never expected to see. The girl gazed down at the naked body of her classmate as the playful rays of midday sunshine reflected off the muted concrete walls and windows of the surrounding buildings, dancing across Dylan's body and highlighting every fibre of skin, sinew and muscle. His relaxed yet stretched frame served to emphasise his physical fitness, his v-taper and strong shoulders exhanced by the position of his arms while the outline of his taut abdominal muscles tensed with each breath. Far from making eye contact with the boy or delighting in his chiselled physique Ruby's gaze was drawn to his exposed crotch, revealing in shameful detail the full extent of his pitiful micropenis. Her expression betrayed a multitude of emotions - excitement, disappointment, sympathy, curiousity and unabashed confusion at the stark contraction. How could a boy so handsome, so athletic and so physically impressive be in possession of a penis more befitting a new-born baby? As she processed what she was seeing, and noticing the boy had opened his eyes, she lifted her gaze to meet his. In a flash Dylan withdrew his hands from behind his head and cemented them once again over his crotch, a futile effort to preserve any modesty which had long since abandoned him, and sat himself up.


"Do you feel alright now? Has it stopped hurting?" Robin asked softly as she draped an arm around his shoulders. The boy just nodded blankly, the emotional agony he was feeling far outweighing his physical pain as he glanced up at Ruby. Snapping out of her stunned silence she collected herself and, not wishing to further add to the boy's torment, started looking around for another solution.


"Are you sure you're alright?" she quietly asked the boy, who was now flushing as red as a beetroot, to which he responded again with a silent and robotic nod. Ruby averted her gaze to try and give the boy a slight reprieve from his humilation and, in doing so, spotted a collection of keys on the ground.


"Um, guys? Whose are those?" she queried, grasping on to any chance to steer the conversation in another direction and pointing to a small object on the ground behind the group. Thanh looked over her shoulder.


"Oh..they art room keys. They must have been in bag whole time. Oops!" she cheerily announced as she playfilly skipped over to them, bent down and picked them up. They must have fallen loose from wherever Thanh was hiding them as Dylan fell from the window and knocked her bag to the ground. In no mood to argue the point Dylan hopped up and snatched them from Thanh's hand, keeping the other locked firmly over his crotch. Standing in front of her with barely-concealed rage he glared into her eyes. Thanh smirked back mischeiviously.


"Sorry, I forget. It was accident!" she drawled through a playful pout as she mockingly placed a hand on his shoulder, lacing her words with just enough sugar to sweeten the venom underneath.


From the moment the door clicked shut behind Dylan she must have made a conscious choice to extend his torment by keeping the keys hidden, knowing that at any time his secret shame could have been revealed to the entire school. As it turned out, it was revealed to the very person he was desperate to keep it from. With a frustrated grunt Dylan wrenched his shoulder away from Thanh's hand and cautiously made his way out into the corridor, scanning back and forth to make sure he was alone. With frantic precision Dylan managed to turn the corner, unlock the door to the art class and slam it behind him on his way to get dressed, leaving Carly, Robin, Thanh and a shellshocked Ruby alone in the walkway. The four girls looked at each other in an awkward silence, as if to silently dare someone to speak first. Ruby obliged.


"Wow...no wonder he didn't want me to see that tiny thing!" she chortled through an embarrassed grin, immediately clasping her hands to her mouth as if she couldn't believe what she'd just said. The other three girls erupted into restrained laughter, nodding in agreement with Ruby's assessment. They all knew that soon they'd have to speak to Dylan and broach the awkward reality that his crush was now painfully aware of his micropenis, but for a few gleeful moments they allowed themselves to indulge in the adrenaline rush they'd all just experienced at poor Dylan's expense.