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Gawd.. it took me the longest time to come to terms with the fact that I was born with what the medical community have scientifically and prosaically termed 'a very small penis'!!!

The jokes from other boys started in the changing rooms in my last year at primary school and continued up into adolescence. Typically dumb comments such as, 'Most boys are born with a cigar but you were born with a cigarette butt'. I imagined it was down to my wishes coming only half true. As a young boy I prayed and prayed that hated stub would disappear from between my legs allowing me to turn into a proper girl.

Perhaps my most embarrassing incident occured when a gruff but likeably paternal Scottish PE teacher held me back after class and delivered some rather awkward advice. He kept saying. 'Problems down there' and for half the conversation I honestly thought he was referring to Australia leaving me totally confused. Eventually, he summoned the courage to get blunt and suggested I seek some professional help. 'Sonny', he said in that concerned but thoroughly unhelpful schoolteacherly way, 'Someday you'll have a wee wife and frankly, she'll need more than you've got now. Doon there. Do ye understand me, Sonny?' I must have turned ten shades of purple during the ordeal.

Later, when I had my crazy spell of ignoring my T-ness and pretending to be a regular man, I had nightmares whenever I managed to find myself a girlfriend. I was horribly conscious that at some point we'd have to do the sex thing and that I'd strip off and she'd just kill herself laughing at me. Of course, I'd delay having sex as long as I could. When it came to the crunch and we got down to making love I had far more success using my fingers than employing my underwhelmingly tiny girlycock.

It was actually a real relief when I finally accepted who I was and gave up GGs, deciding to devote myself (sexually that is) exclusively to delicious man-things. One of the fabulous things about having a tiny girlycock is that it's soooooo easy to tuck it away in your panties.

But ironies of ironies. In no time at all I was shocked to discover that gentlemen actually prefer well hung T-girls. It's a big part of the thrill to them. Damn and triple drat!! Lucia just can't win in this cigar-obsessed world of ours!!!!!!