Welcome back to my chamber of truth. What you've been hiding from the world, I've already seen in glaring clarity. Your meek little secret, that tiny appendage between your legs, isn't fooling anyone, especially not me. Do you honestly believe that a minuscule thing like that could ever satisfy a woman? The cold reality is, you're less of a man and more of a plaything. A toy for women like me to toy with, to belittle, to remind of his place.

Ah, the sheer audacity you must have to even approach a woman, hoping to give her any form of pleasure. Your inadequacy, evident in every hesitant step you take, every lowered gaze you give. Don't think for a moment she hasn't noticed. Your girlfriend, bless her heart, must have the patience of a saint. But deep down, you know that with that insignificant excuse for manhood, you can't possibly be all she desires, all she deserves. Maybe she stays out of pity, or perhaps it's amusement. It's high time you accept the pitiable truth and stop pretending.

I've encountered many in my line of work, but few are as clearly and pathetically inadequate as you. And while others may coddle you, I find that honesty is the best policy. So, listen closely, little one: it's not a phase, it's not something you can fix, and it's most certainly not temporary. Your minuteness defines you, both mentally and physically. Embrace your role as the perpetual joke, the eternal underdog. The faster you come to terms with it, the sooner you can find your rightful place beneath the heel of those who are so much more than you'll ever be.

Psy Virtu-Reality: Manhood Minimized - Pint-Sized Pain

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