The rumour

When I was 19 years old and studying there was a rumour that spread about me and another guy around my school.
It was stated that I had touched said guys penis and the general opinion was that I was a slut for doing so.
Now I have never been one for dishonesty so when this story was thrown in my face I never took the opportunity to deny it.
I wasn't given much chance to anyway since all the other guys were going wild about how outrageous it was that I had been such a nasty girl.
My "slutty experience" had actually taken place a year before the rumour was spread by this guy, who I'm guessing tried to look cool in front of his peers by bragging about his first sexual experience.
Only I hadn't been alone in that game, another guy and girl (same age) had been with us at the time and participated with equal interest.
The only thing that happened was that the guys had pulled down their pants and let me and my friend toy with their tiny worms, it was all pretty innocent and consensual.

When the rumour spread, however, the story portrayed me as a disgusting little slut who had given this guy a handjob.
The other guy and girl approached me in private and begged me not to let anyone know that they were involved and the girl even participated in the slut shaming with her friends afterwords.

I didn't quite know what to do at first since I wasn't really ashamed of myself.
But I grew tired of the mean comments pretty quickly, people had this look of disgust in their eyes that made me feel uneasy.
So the next day when some random stranger pointed me out as the girl who gave a handjob to that guy I made a small hand gesture that would flip the whole situation into my advantage.



"It was this small" I said.
The look on the strangers face was a mixture of excitement and fear, he couldn't wait to tell everyone the scandalous news about the boys shortcomings.

I think that I played into the right kind of fear at the right time since everyone in that age was so afraid of not measuring up and be considered good enough.
It was a very simple gesture that gave me power over the situation and made me into a judge instead of the defendant and suddenly the general disgust was directed towards the boy instead of me.

In all honesty I actually tried to measure up his real size and not portray it as smaller than it was but when people started passing the rumour on the size always decreased.
The next time a stranger approached me and asked me about his size there was not much air between his thumb and index finger at all.

I simply nodded and smiled.