Jenny slowly looked back up at Stephanie. The strange brunette <s>girl</s> mannequin that actually wanted this seeming so much larger and stranger from this perspective. And not just the perspective of being on the floor.
But still... Jen lifted up her hand and took Stephanie's, jerking slightly as her plastic met the other girl's and the accompanying pleasant sensation that came along with it.
“There we go!”, Stephanie said, perfectly perky as she pulled Jen up to her feet, wearing a happy smile as she looked at her fellow display piece.
Jen said nothing, just pursing her lips and avoiding eye contact as she thought about... all of this. She had spent two months as an inanimate mannequin with no idea how it had happened or why, wanting answers but getting nothing but unwanted pleasure. And now she had answers, and a degree of freedom... but she had even less of an idea of what to think.
“Now, why don't we look around and get to know each other a little bit. Maybe we can get you out of that lingerie?” Stephanie offered, then after a brief half-second pause took on a sly expression and said, “Or we could get you out of that lingerie...”, she repeated in a low rumbling purr, her plastic eyes turning abruptly smokey as she looked at Jen.
Jen jerked back. It was mostly reflex, but still. And wait... what did she even mean by that? In her mind's eye, Jen flashed back over herself and her sexless doll-like figure. No nipples, no vagina, no openings of any sort. Did she... what did... huh?!
It was about at that point that Stephanie burst out laughing. Eyes lighting up and lips straining to contain herself only to ultimately fail, loud raucously laughter flying out of her as she finally burst like a backed up dam. Her arms falling down to her belly to grip herself as she folded halfway over. Jen jerked back again, her train of thought once more derailing. Stephanie fell back, landing with a quiet 'thump' on her plastic jean-covered rump, her laughter briefly ceasing as she visibly jerked with the impact.
“Ahhh~...”, slipped from the girl's lips, it was less of a laugh and more the result of a sudden but not entirely unpleasant shock. She shuddered and wriggled slightly, bending half around to look at her butt on the floor. The laughter now gone, she said with an air of mild surprise, “Man, we're really sensitive like this...”
Jenny blinked. Was... was she trapped with a crazy girl? Steph hadn't seemed so out of sorts back when she was just an inanimate mannequin but... uh... “W-why were you laughing so hard? Why would you do this to yourself? W-why would... I...”, the words came flowing uncontrollably out, unorganized and confused.
Stephanie turned back, this time looking up at Jen. She blinked, then a small smile came onto her face, “I was just playing around with you Jenny. And then you made such a funny face I couldn't help it.”, the smile spread into a smirk, “You should have seen it, it was all...”, Steph paused, then suddenly her eyes shot open wide and her lips parted, then her eyes narrowed again and she looked confused, then one eyebrow went up and her face seemed torn between both expressions, her eyes closed and everything tensed up, then she blinked them open again.
Jenny let her lips fall open and she stared, wordlessly, as she was once more left speechless.
But not for very long.
“Couldn't you take this at least a little bit more seriously! We're mannequins! Probably forever! And for reasons I don't even understand, you actually wanted this!”, Jenny suddenly snapped, balling up her hands into fists at her side and going tense and stiff.
Stephanie placed her hand on the ground, “Jen, that's exactly why I'm …”, she flexed her plastic muscles and pulled herself back onto her feet, “-not taking this too seriously.”, Stephanie finished as she righted herself.
“We don't have anything to worry about now. Mannequins don't get stressed or worried, they don't have any responsibilities or obligations. They just stand around all day looking pretty and getting to wear all the nicest clothes. The only obligation a mannequin has is looking hawt.” Stephanie said plainly. “I know I'm probably weird for wanting this. But being able to be young and pretty forever and not having to worry about anything. Being able to just enjoy being a sexy object. It's always sounded... amazing.”
Jenny blinked again. Her lips fell open and a number of questions bustled inside of her blond head. But all that came out was, “Uh...”
Stephanie snickered, and then the smile came back. She reached out and grabbed Jenny's hand, “Now come on, a pair of hot mannequins like us should familiarize ourselves with our new home! We have a whole mall of modeling opportunities come tomorrow morning, and all night to talk and play and do...”, Stephanie continued on, “Whatever it is we want!”, she giggled as she pulled Jenny along.
“Now there's this really cute store a ways away that I want to check out. I've never worked there, or at least not yet. But I have always thought it was a nice place, and the mannequins there are-”