As I stared at the book, an idea began to form in my mind.
Up to 45% of men believe their penis size to be inadequate, the book had said.
Could I change that? How much control did I really have? If people jeering at a 10 inch monster cock was hot, what else could I do?
Hands trembling, I reached out and adjusted the sentence.
Now, it read:
"Up to 80% of men believe their penis size to be inadequate."
I paused. What if that left me feeling inferior too? I wasn't above making myself bigger again, but I didn't want to get depressed over my junk. I wonder if I can just...add words? I shrugged and turned the period into a comma:
"Up to 80% of men believe their penis size to be inadequate, except Jason Gray."
Finally, while I was making edits, I decided to make one more change. I crossed out the word "inadequate," and replaced it with "pitiful." Fuck, maybe that's too mean. I didn't want gay guys never hooking up because their standards were suddenly too high. In a burst of inspiration, I made my final edit to the sentence.
"Up to 80% of men believe their penis size to be pitiful, and the dick size of others to be sexily huge, except Jason Gray."
Just as the sentence began to shimmer, I heard a buzz from across the table. I blinked. My phone? I reached across the table, and looked down at the screen. I had a text message from Tyler, my roommate from freshman year and the boy I jokingly called my straight best friend.
"hey Jace, u free? im in town to grab some stuff from college storage, u mind if I stop by and say hi?"
Against my better judgement, I felt my dick stir again. Tyler had never explicitly said he was straight, but he was one of the only people I'd never officially come out to. I'd had a crush on him from the first day of orientation freshman year. Now, things were about to get...interesting.