Jim finally built up the courage to propose to Sandy, but before she could give him an answer, she looked at him with deep anxiety. “Jim,” she stammered, “before I say yes, I have to be completely honest about my body. Due to a rare developmental condition, my breasts never matured past the size of a twelve-year-old’s.”
Jim smiled warmly, squeezing her hand. “Darling, that changes absolutely nothing. I love you for the woman you are, not your anatomy.”
Relieved and deeply touched, Sandy smiled. “Thank you. Is there anything unusual about your body that you need to tell me?”
Jim blushed, looking down nervously. “Well, since we’re being completely transparent… my proportions down there are roughly the size of a newborn infant.”
Sandy took a moment to process this, swallowed her pride, and nodded bravely. “It’s okay, Jim. I love you, and I am fully prepared to embrace every single part of you.”
They had a gorgeous wedding and eagerly headed to their honeymoon suite that evening. But as they stripped down and got intimate, Sandy suddenly took one look at him and burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Jim looked down at himself, thoroughly confused. “What’s so funny? I thought we accepted each other!”
Wiping a tear from her eye, Sandy gasped, “You told me your proportions were like a newborn infant’s!”
Jim grinned proudly and replied:
“They are—eight pounds, seven ounces, and nineteen inches long!”
