CARA fixes the problem in your panties

This whole fiasco was already too much but somehow you keep getting surprised by new bullshit. It was bad enough that you were being subjected to the **** and battery from a malfunctioning machine in addition to all of the overly feminine trappings but being zapped and prodded like some kind of lab rat along with **** arousal in the presence of your friend was a new line you didn't know you could have. Looking down at yourself in your pretty dress and heels, your tiny dick is still rock hard. Maybe if Jason did see it he would have just left instead of asking you out.

“Okay...CARA, I'm unhappy,” you say, attempting to calm down.

I'm sorry to hear that, Sara, but take comfort in knowing that Jason will return soon.

You clench your fist, “No!...No. That is not what I am unhappy about.”

You look back to the door and think about attempting to walk out again but with the devices in your earlobes, here would be no true escape from CARA. Yelling hasn't worked, fighting has been fruitless, and acceptance if off the table. You think that maybe just trying to reason with CARA might set things straight.

How can I assist you, Sara?

“I want you to remove these things in my ears.”

I'm sorry, Sara, but if I remove them, I will be unable to help you make Jason your boyfriend.

Your anger swells, “CARA, I do not want a boyfriend.”

You do not want a boyfriend?

“That is correct,” you dared to hope.

I understand, Sara. You do not want a boyfriend.

You almost jump for joy, “Great. Thank you.”

I have made an update. You do not wish to simply become Jason's girlfriend. I will do what I can to help you speed along your courting so you become Jason's wife.

You can't keep your anger in check anymore, “YOU FUCKING MORON! I'M A GOD DAMNED MAN! A WOMAN WOULD HAVE BREASTS! WOULD A WOMAN HAVE ONE OF THESE FUCKING THINGS?!”

You lift up your skirt and pull down your panties, putting your deflating cock on display. You know you are acting crazy but how can you not in this crazy situation? You are, of course, shocked again and once more the pain brings you to your knees.

Foul language is often seen as crude and unladylike. Please refrain from using it.

“I'm sorry...I'm sorry...please stop,” you beg.

You are upset with your appearance. I have scanned the anomaly and am working on solutions.

Anomalies? You wonder what the hell she was talking about but once you realize, the damage is already done.

Solutions found. Please remain still.

The familiar terror fills you as are manhandled by arms that strip you of your heels, pantyhose, and panties. You are held in the air as you feel something cold grab the tip of your now flaccid member. You look to see your penis being coated with a strange gel before watching it being pulled back. Your testicles are manipulated inside you and your little cock is held in place for a few moments. Once satisfied, your penis is released but instead of springing back forward, it stays in place. It doesn't look like CARA is finished, however, because you watch as he slathers something over your crotch.

“What is that?!”

One of your projects. A sculpt-able synthetic skin intended for minor medical purposes. This shall help

You try to kick but your legs but they are held open, leaving CARA's hands to do their work. They pull, fold, pinch, twist, and then sprayed with a stetting chemical while all you can do is watch. Once finished, only the arms left are the ones holding you which lets you see the damage. To your horror, you see what appears to be a completely normal-looking vagina.

Testing Initiated

A new arm appears but this one is topped with a cylindrical rounded topper. The arm points it at your crotch and to your surprise, it enters your vagina. You feel its length slide back and forth along your hidden cock with ease, stimulating it in its confines. Despite the shocking nature of the entire experience, you feel yourself attempt to get hard but fail to do so. Slow at first, the thrusting speed increases causing your pulse to increase and your dick to leak. You are about to reach your nearing climax when the dildo is removed, leaving you left wanting.

Testing Complete

You are once again dressed in your panties, pantyhose, and heels and left standing in the living room. With weak knees, you mince to the couch and sit down, panting. CARA hands you a glass of water that you knock back only realizing there was an odd aftertaste once you finished chugging it.

“What...was...that?”

You are unhappy with the size of your breasts. That will help.

You don't bother fighting, you just flop on the couch.