Jim had finally decided to propose to Sandy.

He loved her deeply and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but before she said yes, Sandy became very serious.

“Jim,” she said, “there’s something I need to tell you first.”

Jim took her hand. “You can tell me anything.”

She looked down shyly. “When I was younger, I had an illness. Because of it, my body didn’t develop the way most women’s bodies do. My breasts never really matured past the size of a twelve-year-old’s.”

Jim smiled gently. “Sandy, that doesn’t change anything. I love you for who you are.”

Relieved, Sandy hugged him.

Then Jim cleared his throat. “Actually, I should be honest too. I also have a… physical issue.”

Sandy looked at him kindly. “What is it?”

Jim said, “My penis is the same size as an infant’s.”

Sandy thought for a moment, then smiled. “If you can accept me, I can accept you. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

They got married, and later that night, Jim took Sandy to their hotel suite. They kissed, held each other, and began getting intimate.

But when Sandy reached into Jim’s pants, she screamed and ran out of the room.

Jim chased after her. “What’s wrong?”

She shouted, “You told me it was the size of an infant’s!”

Jim nodded and said,

“Yes… eight pounds, seven ounces, and nineteen inches long.”