Panicking, Jen ran to her mom's study, standing by her metal-based mannequin. Her mother was a world-renowned fashion designer, thus affording them their massive mansion. Standing next to a tripod mannequin, Jen answered the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hey Jen, how a- Jen? Jen?" her friend said, the line going blank as Jen dropped her phone. She looked down in fear as her lower body melted away, her arms hoisting her up to where the mannequin's artificial chest met its shiny, skinny, black base. She felt her torso press into the base, the two merging seamlessly. She began to cry as she realized her predicament, but then her mom came in.
"Jen! What are you doing in here, you know you're not like my other mannequins, you're my daughter! Now let's get you some clothes and off to school!" Her mom gave her a dress of her own design to wear to school, which showed off her artificial tripod mannequin base. She then carried Jen to the bus stop, her lack of legs making her incredibly light.
While Jen waited at the stop, she practiced moving around, careful not to lose her balance as she tried hopping. It seemed to work pretty well, she just feared getting up if she fell, her new lower body lacking any pivot points. The bus soon pulled up, the bus driver disembarking and picking Jen up. She was then laid sideways on a seat, her three "feet" jutting out into the aisle slightly. She propped herself up with the window, watching houses go by, wondering how school would work.