After Chris had discovered my secret the house felt... confusing. Almost too quiet.
After making me serve his magnif... I mean sucking his cock. He said he wanted to go back to play his games and left me on the sofa, partially stripped and panting. I was both secretly disappointed and grateful that he'd not made me work out another load from him.
I pulled up my shorts, marvelling at how loose they felt without my falsie. My world was gone. I was the athlete, the hero at school and at home, my brother used to look up to me, even when we fought I knew he respected me. But now? He looked down on me and deep down I knew it was right. He was the man of the house right now. And by the sound of it, he was bigger than dad too, that made him the man of the house always.
"Dicklet!" Chris called down. "Order us some pizza!" The moment I heard dicklet my tint cock went rigid in my shorts, not that you could tell.
"But... I was gonna cook..."
"Pizza. Now." Came the firm voice from above.
"...ok" I mustered to call back.
"OK what?" Chris called back. I could hear the smirk in his voice.
OK what? What did he...
"OK sir." I submitted
I ordered the pizza, without realising it i made sure it had all his favourite toppings, even the ones I didn't like. Looking at the order I felt ashamed at how quickly and easily I gave in to my nature, one I'd fought since my transition.
Half an hour later the bell rang.
I jumped up from the TV and opened the door. Stood there was one of my classmates. George. Wearing a pizza delivery boy outfit, his trousers bulging out, which I looked down at for a moment then back up to his face.
He was shorter than me, about 5'5", slim, almost skinny, thin arms and legs, no muscle to speak of. He was wearing thick glasses and had braces. He was a typical nerd, one I'd maybe pick on if I wasn't such a nice guy at school.
He did the same to me but laughed. Confused I looked down. Oh shit no, looking back into the living room my falsie was there on the couch.
"You order the small-dick special there Danny?" George leered at me. He took a step into the doorway.
"Shut up George." I spoke back, holding on to what little dignity I had. Home was gonna be hell / heaven now but school was still oblivious. I wanted to keep it that way. I've seen what happens when someone is outed as a small-dick at school. It's awesome, they're used over and over again, i mean awful. Its awful.
"That's how you speak to a large-dick? Tut tut Danny." He stepped closer to me, pizza still leveled in one hand. My knees buckled for a second. I stayed upright though. George sniggered.
"Feeling weak in the knees there Danny?" Another step and he'd be nose to chest with me. I looked down at him feeling both shame and awe now. This little nerd was about to overpower me without even touching me.
"Pizza is here!" I heard Chris bound down the stairs. George instinctively stepped back and I breathed a sigh of relief. My little brother just saved my ass, well my throat I suspect.
Chris shot past me, grabbed the pizza and jumped onto the couch, putting it down on the coffee table.
"That'll be 22.50." George said confidently, still looking me up and down. I paid him 25 and went to shut the door.
"I said pay the man Danny" Chris said boring his eyes into me. "I'm sure you have a tip in you somewhere, or you will. Isn't that right small-dick?"
My mouth flapped open and closed like a fish trying to breathe out of water. I looked wide eyed from my brother to George and back again.
"Fucking A!" George cried out, stepping inside, pushing me backwards with one hand while closing the door with the other. "Thanks dude," obviously addressing the other large-dick in the room, his only equal in the room. His hand on my shoulder pushed down and I buckled this time. "Been too long since I pounded a small-dick's throat." He was unbuckling his belt, the immense bulge now at eye level. "And Danny Campbell's throat at that!"
My first day outed as a small-dick and I'm on my second cock already!! Fuck my life, seriously.