He's so close, I can smell the alcohol on him, the fabric conditioner of his clothes and the sweetness of his aftershave, but I don't feel intimidated...or uncomfortable. He doesn't press himself against me, or grab me and force me into submission. Instead he stands there waiting, as though he just knows smugly that I want to kiss him. It happens slowly and silently, like this is the calm before the storm. I look him in the eye, and then down at his lips as I stand up on my tiptoes. He has to. Most of the students on my dormitory floor have gone home for the summer vacation, leaving three girls, a guy who will leave Monday and myself by ourselves. For the most part, they have left me alone to my own thoughts. June 14th Friday: I AM shrinking again! Not in my body as before, but where it counted the most! My penis and testicles have shrunk to only two thirds of their original size. Doctor Westmeir laughed when I expressed my very real concerns. His exact words were; . “I suppose that’s true, but no I’ve never been with another woman before,” I replied. Carrie was a wild card, you never knew just what she was gonna say next. “Well, if you wanna get him back, you should fuck another woman and let him watch you two go at it,” Carrie said. “You are funny, you should write that one down,” I replied. “Well, I’m just trying to cheer you up, that’s all,” Carrie said. ‘I know,’ I replied. Then I gave her a hug, we met in college a few years ago and I invited her to. This event centers around a family whose daughter happens to be my very close friend. For reasons of privacy, the names are replaced by some fictitious names. But the other things remain the same. Nair’s are a close knit family with three members -the father, Mr. Y.P Nair, the mother, Mrs. Nair and my friend Ms. Anita Nair. They happen to reside in one of the metros of India (city not disclosed for obvious reasons). The family is very graceful and somewhat conservative.The want of space for.