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The following week as promised Nurse Samantha Braxston called me. "Danny, has the redness disappeared?"

"I think so. I did everything you told me."

"Good. Now, Danny, in addition to working at the hospital, I have my own private practice dealing with men's sexual health issues. Why don't you come see me?"

"Ummm, I-I-I . . ."

"Danny, I think you know the issue I'm talking about. I have an opening next Wednesday at 3:30. We can address your problem then. I'll see you Wednesday."

I tossed and turned night after night debating if I should go. I knew that Nurse Braxston was talking about my boy-size pee-pee. Was she going to look at it again? Was she going to make fun of me? I decided I wasn't going to go.

Tuesday night my phone rang. "Danny, this is Samantha Braxston. I just wanted to confirm your appointment for tomorrow."

"Ummm, I-I-I . . ."

"3:30, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Now I had to go. And it started out as I expected.

I thought you should have some background on Samantha Braxston. She said, she was in private practice and of course, I wasn't her only client. It wasn't until she was arrested for not having a medical license that I found all this out, but by then I was out of college. To make sure you understand, there was no evidence that Mrs. Braxston had any minors for clients or ever interacted with anyone under eighteen.

Her office was in her house, but one room was set up like a real doctor's office. There was an exam table, a chair and a couch like you might have in your living room.

She was wearing her traditional white nurse's uniform. "I'm glad you decided to come Danny. Here, you may call me Mrs. Braxston or even Samantha. I've developed some techniques that can help boys like you. So, why don't you start by taking off your pants?"

"You know Ma'am I'm eighteen. I'm a man."

"Danny, I've seen you, you're a little boy, but," she held up her hand, "you'll be a man, with a man-size penis when I finish with you. How does that sound?"

"Mrs. Braxston, if you could do that, I'd do anything for you." I started taking off my clothes.

"Yes, well we'll see about that."

When I had everything off but my jockeys, I stood there in front of Nurse Braxston. "You know you need to take off the rest. Sit up on the exam table."

I took off those jockeys and hopped up on the exam table. "Just relax. The first thing you have to do in any kind of therapy is admit that you have a problem and your particular problem is that you have a pre-pubescent penis, and you want me to make it grow. Lie back."

I blushed. "Uh, Mrs. Braxston, I have a little boy penis and I want you to help make it man-size."

"I saw it last week, but now I have much more time to examine it. Danny, it's so cute. It's adorable," she laughed. "That's why we call it a pee-pee. I know men don't like to hear that. They want to hear something like that's the biggest cock I've ever seen, or some such,

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