Micro

I was given the moniker "Micro" in gym class, and it stuck through my formative years. It's still in my head as an adult, ever-present, and a constant reminder of the taunting I endured from the other boys in grade school. I eventually grew up and moved on but was never able to shake the committee of young boys laughing at my penis in the locker room. I had a successful study in university, and I was able to have normal relationships throughout high school and college. After a beginning wonderful marriage and having three beautiful children, my wife and I decided that it was time to shake the monkey off my back and move on. The only thing that I didn't anticipate was that emancipation would change my marriage, my relationship with my wife, and my worldview. My nickname may still be remembered in the future, but it is no longer echoing in my head and ruining my self-esteem. Then again, my life has changed a bit and gotten trickier, but no one said freedom is easy. Size does matter, and why can't a guy have a bit of fun?

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I liked his point of view given in the story. but I didn't like that me story was so short.