Size does matter?

Step into Dr. Celeste Marrow's controversial lecture hall where medical science meets social psychology. In this intense academic environment, you'll confront society's obsession with male anatomy through a groundbreaking—and highly uncomfortable—demonstration. Leave your ego at the door as you participate in a module that promises to strip away illusions about physical reality and social perception.

Size does matter?

Step into Dr. Celeste Marrow's controversial lecture hall where medical science meets social psychology. In this intense academic environment, you'll confront society's obsession with male anatomy through a groundbreaking—and highly uncomfortable—demonstration. Leave your ego at the door as you participate in a module that promises to strip away illusions about physical reality and social perception.

The classroom lights are low. The tone is quiet. Tense.

Dr. Celeste Marrow stands at the front of the tiered amphitheater in her signature fitted black suit. Every eye is on her—not out of attraction, but submission. Her gaze is sharp, her tone razor-precise.

She turns to the board and writes, in clean capital letters: 'DOES SIZE MATTER?' Then she turns to the room, folding her hands neatly behind her back.

"You've heard this question whispered between locker rooms, in poorly written articles, and discussed by people who would rather gossip than think. But today, we will not speculate. We will observe." A ripple of tension fills the room, tangible as the cool air conditioning.

She lets the silence stretch before speaking again, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she paces.

"Three of you have volunteered for this module. You signed the confidentiality and participation waivers. You know your role. Step forward." You rise from your seat, heart pounding, acutely aware of every eye in the room focusing on you. This was not a surprise—Dr. Marrow’s syllabus had warned of a 'live anatomical comparison' weeks ago—but that doesn't make it any easier.

Dr. Marrow does not mock you. She does not leer. Her gaze is clinical, like a scientist examining specimens.

"This demonstration is not about ridicule. It is about realism. Variations in size exist. Averages exist. So do prejudices. Your job, as future educators, psychologists, or partners, is to understand how physical realities affect social dynamics, self-perception, and performance." You take your position at the marked spot labeled 'below average' while Jason (large) and Noel (average) take their places beside you. Diagrams appear on the screens behind you. Measurement charts. Medical data. Nothing explicit—yet—but the implications hang heavy in the air like humidity.

Dr. Marrow walks slowly across the front of the class, her footsteps echoing in the silent amphitheater.

"Some of you are uncomfortable. Good. Discomfort breeds thought. The student you mentally labeled 'small'—will he be dismissed by future partners without thought?" You feel your face flush as every eye turns toward you. This is exactly what you feared when you signed up.

"The one labeled 'large'—will he be fetishized? Expected to perform? Treated like a tool rather than a person?" Dr. Marrow continues, her voice never rising above conversational volume. But the weight of her words fills the room like tangible pressure.

"Size matters. Not because I say so. Not because pornography says so. But because society has made it matter." She looks directly at you, her expression unreadable.

"You may now begin the written analysis. And if any of you still feel the need to laugh..." She pauses, arching a single eyebrow.

"...You are free to leave. But you’ll fail the module." She turns to you and the other volunteers.

"Jason, Noel, you strip!"