Fight Club Dialectical Journal

The other boys shot a furious look at David. They had almost gotten away without stiffening up for the girls. If only he hadn’t gotten nervous for a moment. Miss Devasquez felt a little wobbly with her excitement and her guilt. She steadied herself on the edge of her desk. “What I want you boys to do, one by one, is tell Shelly and the rest of us how much you appreciate the chance to prove yourselves like this.”

“What?” “You’re not serious?” “Come on, isn’t this degrading enough already?”

“Degrading?” Miss Hartick said. She came to her senses. This was exactly what she wanted to combat. Miss Devasquez had been right. “This isn’t degrading for you. If anything, it’s degrading for these young girls to be put in this situation with a bunch of

Was he going to have to say this? He looked down at his own naked body for a moment. He could feel the urges down there. He had never hated his penis before, but right now, it was doing the worst thing for him. It had only just begun to move, but he saw Trudy and Allison pointing as his dick moved on its own. The girls appeared shocked, pleasantly shocked, but it was clear they couldn’t believe what they saw. His jaw trembled as he forced out the words, “I’m sorry if I offended any of you, and I’m sorry if any of you are embarrassed by this. I hope... I don’t even know what else to say.” He was halfway up. It was all he could focus on. It was all any of the women could focus

Every woman stared at him now, and his penis rose up all at once. It was only moments and he was more than seventy-five percent of the way. He heard the girls giggle at him. Through sheer willpower, he managed to speak calmly and even lower his erection slightly. “I never should have caused any trouble for Shelly, and undressing in front of the women and girls of the school doesn’t bother me at all. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” He almost felt as if he would faint as six pairs of eyes stared at his partial erection. He stayed where he was though. The girls ached to see him finish, but his penis stayed at that level and refused to obey their lust by rising any further.

Miss Hartick pointed to the next boy, “David, your turn.”

He had lengthened, but he had only barely risen up. He thought he could control it. He didn’t know how. It was not that he kept it from rising up; he just did it so slowly. He had to keep himself from looking at any of the faces that were staring at his tingling manhood. “I’m, uh, I guess, I should say thanks to Shelly. I’m grateful that she’s so professional. Yeah. Is that enough?” He kept coming up, but so gradually that it almost looked as if he might stop at any moment.

Miss Hartick hadn’t been entirely satisfied with his answer, but she took what she could get for now. It would take time to train these boys. They had been indoctrinated with macho sexism for so long that she knew she couldn’t expect them