Kara wakes up with Rachel pulling the skin of her throat. Black fingers gracefully glide over the union of shiny tan nylon and pale flesh. Naturally, this freaks out Kara.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
"Seeing if you're just like me."
"By strangling me?"
"By seeing if the nylon is attached to your skin, like me."
"Oh fuck, how am I goin-"
"Relax, Kara. Apparently, down there still works just fine. But look at your fingers."
Kara holds up her right arm, covered in the same shiny tan as the rest of her body. She tries to spread her fingers, only to see shiny tan webbing between them. If she doesn't spread them, it looks like her hands are covered by nylon mitts.
"If you think that's a trip, look at your boobs," Rachel points with a webbed black finger. Kara looks at them, the light glinting off. Her tits are massive compared to her b-cups. The exact same size as Rachel's. In fact, the more she looks, the more she looks like Rachel from the neck down. Down to the tight waist and dancers legs.
"Rachel, what are we?"
"As far as I know, we're probably nylon covered sex slaves for some weirdo rich fetishist."
"Hmm...sounds like you've been reading too many stories. Then again, dad always did have a weird nylon thing."
"So you mean your dad..."
"No! No. Not like that. Mom would always tease him with putting on pantyhose. He's big into it. I've seen how he looks at Mom, Cindy and Jenny. I think it was her way of trying to mend things with dad. Since she's always-"
"Fucking Cindy?"
"Don't tell Dad, but yeah. Mom's busy, and Cindy is right there, sooo"
"You know, you're pretty relaxed telling me all this, Kara."
"I think it's the whole nylon sex doll thing. Or maybe someone to listen to."
"Oh, don't you have Jenny to talk to?"
"Jenny....I...uh...I kinda have a crush on her. But she's really anti-lesbian and wouldn't want to hear about her mom and my mom."
Rachel pulls Kara in to kiss, right as they hear a crash in the living room.
