Any fellow dramanauts struggle with their micropeepee?

>be me

>micropeepee so small it doesn't cast a shadow

>doctors classified it as a vestigial limb

>sometimes I lose it in folds of my own skin

>named it Gregory for companionship

>Gregory is shy

>one night, full moon

>hear whispering

>"let me out"

>Gregory begins to grow

>not in size, but in sentience

>starts making decisions for me

>texting my exes weird poetry

>applies for credit card

>gets approved

>now $3,000 in debt and I don't even wear pants anymore

>Gregory controls my life

>tfw I'm just a flesh suit for a telepathic, financially irresponsible micropeepee