I had a pretty embarrassing situation come up recently. I decided to get my junk waxed and picked a place near where I live. I like it bare down there and heard this option was much better than shaving. It was a nice girl who was very professional, and all was going well. That was until she asked what I did for work. As soon as I told her she said “omg! My best friend works there in the same position, do you know her?”. I did immediately, as she was a close cute co-worker that I’d known for years. We started out of college together, and we’ve have a bit of a friendly rivalry as we’ve moved up the company. When I heard her ask if I knew her my heart started to race.
You see, my penis is quite small… It’s never been a big deal for me and I’ve had one good relationship before, but it’s definitely well under average both length and girth (4” x 4”). Add in the fact I’m a grower and I was nervous about getting waxed, and I’m sporting a tiny button down there. I got through the rest, but I couldn’t shake the nervousness of thinking she was going to tell my cute coworker.
This morning I walk into the office and she greets me with a “hey!” and huge smile (she usually doesn’t even say anything). I can’t imagine she didn’t get filled in over the weekend. What do you think the chances are she knows about my size?
TL;DR: got my junk waxed by a girl who turns out to be my co-workers best friend. Pretty certain she now knows about my small penis.
The size you describe isn’t small enough to merit being called small. It’s barely below the statistical mean.
What’s more is that waxers are well aware that growers exist, and (at least in my area) that’s mostly what they see. It wouldn’t even be cause for comment. The kinds of things they even bother telling each other about are like people who want fancy patterns waxed, or who have awful smelling active infections and have to be told to go get treated and come back. Occasionally they might talk about big tough guys who end up weeping like a baby (not just tears in the eyes, but bawling), or when they personally make mistakes.
At most your aesthetician told her that you got waxed and how she found out there was a connection. If your coworker bothered asking about your size she’d have gotten the usual response of, “who knows? You can never really tell during waxing because pain and fear of pain shrink things.”
Source: was married to an aesthetician for 10 years.