Makoto’s brought inside

“She’s just standing there…”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Heh, of course! Ready when you are!”

Two of the boys rushed out there to retrieve Makoto before anyone could see her. The poor girl was still petrified and could only watch in panic & a bit of arousal as she was carried into the house. She was placed right beside her replica, who was in the exact same position. Side by side, there was quite literally no way to tell the two apart, which would soon prove to be a massive problem!

“Um… come to think of it, shouldn’t we label which one's the real Makoto? I feel like it could get messy if we can’t figure it out, ya know?”

“Relax, ya boi’s got it covered! I’ll just take this sharpie and write the number 2 on… uh… Oh yeah! The one on the right! There! Now we know which one’s the fake!”

“BUT IM NOT THE FAKE!!!” Makoto tried to scream as the wet sharpie ink chilled against her forehead. Sadly, they couldn’t hear her one bit.

“Oh, by the way, what did you do with her clothes?”

“Oh, I’m about to go throw them in the fire place! She’s not going to need them for a while anyways. Plus, wouldn’t it be funny to make the class president run home in her birthday suit?”

“Good idea! Plus, it’s not like she cano anything in retaliation as long as we have this weird mannequin, right?” He proceeded to put his hand on Makoto’s ass and gave it a hard squeeze.

“IM NOT THE FAKE, YOU CREEP!”

“Heh, yep! Don’t understand what’s going on one bit, but I ain’t complaining. So, what should we do with them now?”