It is stuck

Max shuttered as he slipped the cold prosthetic on, feeling strange and foreign against his body. He did his best to settle it into place, sliding his cock into an opening that bent it downwards. The sensation was odd, to say the least, but he successfully got the thing to lay flat. He gazed down at the alien sight of a woman's genitals nestled right where his own should be.

He looked back at the box and reread the advertisement, "Maximum stimulation and penetration..."

His heart rate started to go up as a tentative hand reached down and touched the lips of the prosthetic. The cold material had already begun to warm up and it felt like he was actually touching a woman.

He jerked his hand back, "What the fuck?"

A moment's pause was all he waited before he reached back down and touched the lips once more. He grazed it just a little until he grew more bold, sliding deeper into the cavity of the vagina. Max couldn't help but probe at it a bit, finding that it was surprisingly realistic, with textured skin and even a small clitoris but he definitely didn't feel much.

"Maximum stimulation my ass," he said to himself as he as his fingers grazed the false clitoris.

He could vaguely feel his cock behind the material and he wondered if there was something else he would have to do to get any stimulation from the thing as he continued to slide his fingers in and out. He jumped when his phone went off to let him know he got a message. He shook his head and pulled out his phone.

"Everything alright in there? ;)" read Ralph's message.

Max grumbled as he pulled up the camera and struggled to get a good shot of the prosthetic. He cringed as he swiped through them looking for a "good" one, looking at his all too feminine body. He was feeling weirdly **** and exposed knowing that he was going to show Ralph the picture, even though he wasn't technically nude in the photo.

After putting his phone away, Max slid his thumb to where the seem was but strangely he couldn't seem to find it. Getting slightly frustrated, he moved to just palm the whole thing and yank it off but when he did, he felt a sharp pain in his groin.

"Wha-?" he said as his eyes caught a glimpse of the lotion he had placed on the box.

Max reached for it and picked it up and the box came with it. He stared at it for a long time before just blinking.

"No way...he wouldn't," Max told himself as he went back to trying to peel the false genitalia of his groin but each attempt failed to move it. Suddenly his phone started ringing with Ralph's name on the screen.

Max picked it up to hear Ralph's voice, "Everything alright Maxine?"

"Ralph somethings wrong...this thing won't-" Max stopped when he heard laughter on the other end of the call.

"What the fuck, Ralph?" Max yelled as he frantically tried to remove the prosthetic. "This shit won't come off!"

Ralph just continued to laugh as Max felt his blood boiling. "You're fucking kidding me, Ralph. This is fucked up."

"It's just a little prank, Max. Don't be such a buzzkill."