I felt like instead of having my manhood in my hands, I had taken my very life in them. Somehow, I regressed to being a little child, as I slightly chuckled and said, "Sorry...little harder than I thought it would be."
Esther gave me a few words, "Right now, we're just going to focus on showing us what you have. It's ok, this is perfectly natural. Like I said before, I'm used to guy's bodies and you don't have anything I haven't seen before, so why don't you just drop your hands and get this over with.
Suddenly Monica took control: "Turn around Robert," continuing in a medium tone, "Ok, hands at your sides."
For some reason this worked on me. This slightly authoritative but still feminine and vaguely parental tone, like a determined babysitter getting a child to eat his vegetables, was working on me. And yes, it turned me on in a strange way. I felt a tinge of even more embarrassment and just a little of deeper attraction to Monica. I dropped my hands at my sides.
"Good work." I heard Esther say gently.
"And I got to the see that butt again," Monica added to further my humiliation.
And that was it. I knew it would get worse, but something inside of me snapped and I became resigned to my fate, that they would know what I kept only for myself and a few girlfriends in the past. They would get to see and judge my secret places.
"Ok, Robert, turn around."
I heard Esther's words, hesitated for just one second, and then quickly turned around. As I did I felt the blood rush to my face (and away from my lower body!), my hands clam up and my stomach turn. The looks on their faces would have been priceless, in a Super Bowl commercial or a sitcom. Monica's lips pursed, her head looked down while her eyes stayed glued on my crotch. A look of almost hollow disappointment took over her hot cute Asian face. Esther, on the other hand, was busy biting her upper lip. It didn't take me long to realize to my horror: The nicer girl of the two, who I expected to treat me reasonably well, was busy trying to bury her laughter.