tests Timmy's manhood head on

Timmy’s swings whizzed past Dr H as she speculated.

“Your problem is that your mother is the father figure of the family. No matter your closeness, your father was unable to be the fully masculine figure you need. You idolized her, gaining your feminine traits and submissive nature. You also developed compensation by believing you could match your mother and sister, so long as you were in your feminine mindset… I’m surprised you haven’t had any matches with other men to fully explore your femininity and homosexual…”

“Shaddup! I CAN be manly!”
“Then prove it!”

Dr Humpalot ripped off her clothes, revealing a strapon hidden beneath. “You’ll match your manhood against me. First to fuck the other into an orgasm will prove the other wrong and get whatever they want from them. You’ll have the advantage, it would seem, since my clitoris is stimulated by the dildo, and you clearly aren’t turned on by phalluses…”

“Riiiiight,” Timmy muttered, eying the fake cock warily.
“And the strapon was made from a mold of your own penis (which I got from my own private methods, thank you), so there’s no advantage there.”

“I… guess so.”
“Good. Then touch weapons and come out fighting, then.”

Timmy’s shaft touched up against the strapon and they stepped back readily.