Undeterred, she gets her "man"

Carla looked at what was supposed to be a meaty dick but instead saw a glistening slit of flesh.

"Is that what I think it is?" she said, disappointed.

"Y-yeah..." Rachel tried to explain everything but squirmed as Carla groped first her triceps, and then her abs.

"I don't understand..." Carla said a bit defeated, "you're such an Adonis with those muscles. What even are your periods, girl?"

Rachel didn't want to answer that question, but Carla saved her from it when she said "well, you're still almost the perfect man. Almost. Here, come with me," as she grabbed Rachel's right wrist and led her to her bedroom. She let her go in the doorway, but Rachel was still frozen in place, scared of what would happen next. Carla, for her part, bent over to the bottom drawer and pulled out a six-inch strap-on. Rachel's eyes bugged out, but she felt powerless as Carla strapped it over her actual genitals. Thankfully, Rachel shaved her crotch completely, so she didn't have to feel hairs on it.

"Perfect!" Carla rejoiced in her creation, "Now, come back over in the living room and tell us who's better."

"Better at...?" Rachel didn't like where this was going at all, nor the **** protrusion emanating from her crotch.

"Oh, you boys are so stupid! Stay over there and let me get Veronica..." Carla stood Rachel in front of the couch and went back.

Rachel debated her next move as to what to do.