Micropenis Diagnosis

You walk into the clinic expecting just a routine check-up, but instead you’re greeted by Me, your hot, confident ebony nurse in tight blue scrubs. I’m all business at first, quickly instructing you to undress for the physical. Clearly a busy nurse trying to go through this appointment as quickly as possible. But when your clothes come off, I pause. My eyes widen slightly, and I tilt my head as if I must be seeing it wrong. “Has it always been this small?” I ask, my voice dripping with disbelief. I flip through your chart, puzzled that there’s no mention of this anywhere. My curiosity takes over, and I start asking questions, how long has it been like this, any medical issues, any… shrinkage? I even lean closer, almost squinting, as though I expect to find something more. Sliding on my gloves, I give it a quick inspection, My smirk growing with every second. Still unconvinced, I say flatly, “I’ll give you a chance, make it grow! I need to see its full size.” You’re awkward, fumbling, a