While the shop owner was distracted, you slip out the door onto the board walk.
You feel the wind between your mannequin joints and sigh as you feel your self heat up.
You stroll down the board walk hearing the clump of your plastic feet on the wood.
You get some stairs as you walk around. But you don’t mind. They were probably just jellouse of your perfectly crafted plastic body.
As you walk you start to subconsciously sway your plastic hips more. Once you notice you don’t stop. Infact you sway your hips more.
One of the bikini straps wedges into your shoulder joint but you pull it out.
People were still staring at you. But you like the attention.
You reach the end of the board walk rapping your white plastic fingers around the rusted metal bar and sigh taking in the ocean and the sun set.
Your mannequin body shivering as the rays pass over your white skin. You sigh putting your elbows on the bars making your butt go up.
This was the life.
That’s when IT happens...