"Jon," yelled up his mom. "Its almost time for school."
"All right, Mom," Jon and his penis both yelled.
His penis sighed. "Back in the pants, I suppose," she said.
"I'm sorry," said Jon. "But I don't think my mom would allow me to go around with you hanging out."
"I suppose," said his penis. "But can I at least get the chance to talk to the other penises? I get so lonely locked up in your pants. I love you and all, but I really do like talking to my own kind."
"Maybe at gym class or something," said Jon. "And I'll see about getting your name changed to something normal. Is there anything you'd like to be called?"
"I'm not sure yet," said his penis. "I'll think about it while we're at school." Jon pulled up his underwear, zipped up his pants and left for school. He could occasionally feel his penis adjusting herself to be more comfortable. He didn't know if his penis had any rights, but he supposed that if he was going to live with her between his legs, he was going to have to start treating her like an equal.
