Tim was dumfounded, his parents were at a loss for words, his doctors couldn't explain it. As he laid in bed he came close to crying. He wiped his eyes with his tiny hands. He couldn't stop replaying his exit from school over and over again in his mind. People staring, some laughs, Cindy and Mitch recoiling from him. He didn't know if he could go back tomorrow and face it. He shifted a little, his hips were sore. His new posture had thrown everything out of whack. He rubbed the sorest spot with his hand with a little cringe. Tim moved his hand over to his dick, he though jacking off would make him happy. His thick dick looked even bigger in his tiny hands. He started to stroke it, but he couldn't get it past half hard. His mind still going over what had happened to him.