The room was normal enough. I found myself thinking it looked similar to my room, even, with nondescript but decent furniture and a few scattered house plants. The man looked just a couple years older than me, maybe grad school age if he was still in school, so I guess it made sense that he didn't have fancy furniture in his budget.
"Sit down, if you like," he said lightly, closing the door behind him as he followed me into the room.
I took a tentative seat, careful to choose one of the less-comfortable looking chairs. Whatever new instincts Greg had programmed into me sent a surge of dopamine into my brain at the knowledge that I'd be leaving another man with the better seat. I frowned, and tried to brush the feelings away even as I blushed.
"Uh, sir?" I started, but the man raised a hand to cut me off.
"Just Andy is fine. Or Andrew, if you insist."
I gulped. The new speech ticks were hard to shake. The man, Andy, took a seat across from me, and gave me a reassuring look.
"Uh, M-mr. Andrew," I said, "what exactly did you want to, uh...do? With me?"
To my surprise, he blushed.
"Well," he began, looking down and fidgeting with the edge of his shirt, "I, uh. God, how do I say this...I guess I just wanted to ask. About you."
I raised my eyebrows.
"About...being so small?"
The last word came out as a half squeak, and I tried not to blush. To my surprise, he shook his head.
"No, about you. I know most small-dicks will suck guys off, but...some of you still like girls, underneath it all. Right?"
Now I was confused. I knew I was going to do my best to answer his questions — they didn't seem too invasive, even without Greg's new reality — but I didn't really understand where he was going with all this.
"Uh, I guess," I said slowly, "I wouldn't really know."
"So you don't? I mean, you liked guys even before you came into your size?"
I paused, completely at a loss. I honestly had no idea how my life would have been in this new reality. Eventually, I opted for a simple nod. If I was gay before, I'd probably have been that way here, too.
In front of me, Andy let out a shy smile.
"I was hoping you were," he said quietly, "I mean, no pressure, I know I could order you or whatever, but...I like guys too. And I've, um...I've always kind of had a thing. For guys like you."
Oh. Wow. In the back of my head, I idly wondered whether Andy was gay back in the old reality, and whether we would have ever met. The rest of my brain, though, was intensely turned on. Fuck, I thought to myself, these new hormones or whatever really make everything about sex...
"Mr. Andrew," I said quietly, my blush deepening, "You said you could order me to do 'whatever,' right?"
He nodded, cheeks reddening with a blush of his own. I grinned. With a surge of confidence I hadn't felt since the change, I spoke.
"How about I order you, instead, sir?" I said, the last word light and playful on my tongue.
He nodded emphatically, eyes glazed over with arousal. Maybe he'd have been one to take things slow in the old world, but, romantically interested or not, seeing a small-dick certainly had an effect on men's libidos.
"What do you want me to do?" he said.
I grinned.
"Show me what you've got."
Carefully, eyes locked with mine, Andy stood and made a show of slowly pulling his shirt off over his head. His body was tight — not muscular, but toned, with soft pale skin and the faintest trace of abs. Finally, after what felt like forever, he took off his pants. His underwear came with them, revealing what I'd been waiting to see ever since I laid eyes on a new man.