Zack is 15 years old, and like any healthy teenager he had awoken with rock-hard morning wood. He peaked out his blinds to confirm that his parents we...e indeed leaving, and when he saw their bumper round the corner down the street he nearly shouted with glee. He immediately began removing his pajama pants, exposing his proud, erect cock. He was only 15, but he was a big kid, tall and athletic, and already packing almost 8 inches with a healthy girth. He reached under his bed and found his. "Well, there is no point of delaying the news. There are a bad newsand a good news. First the bad one news: according to our diagnosis,you have PMDS that stands for persistent M?llerian duct syndrome andit is the main reason for the pain you are experiencing! The good newsis that the pain is temporary and with a proper surgery you willreturn to society as a healthy productive person. Perhaps I may say'too healthy'," Dr. Stevens explained.I had no clue what PMDS is, so my first reaction was to. “What’s your name?” he asked me kindly.“K-k-Kate,” I managed to burble through my sobs.“Ok Kate. And I’m guessing you didn’t do as well as you wanted on the midterm?” I just nodded. “Ok. Well normally we might let you retake the essay portion only, would that help?”“N-n-noooo,” I wailed. “I did f-f-fine on that part. It was th-the rest where I f-failed!”“Aw it’s ok, I’m sure you didn’t fail,” he said. He sat down at his desk and opened a laptop. He was obviously looking up my grade. After a. And now I couldn’t be sure of it anymore. The only person who could actually take it away had stolen it from me. And I wanted him to suffer for it. I wanted him to know what it was like to lose me. To be sure of me one minute and unexpectedly wrong about me the next. I hung up my towel again and I snuggled back down into my bed. I was so warm and I should have felt so comfortable where I was. It was one of my favorite things to hop out of a hot bath and snuggle into a cool bed. But not.