Frieda sighed the next morning as she walked into the mall, she’d liked that pair of jeans Kasey had torn off her body and if her roommate was going to throw a fit over it then she’d go buy a pair herself. She just needed to figure out where Kasey shopped.
There were a lot of clothing outlets in the mall but none seemed to carry the brand she was after. It wasn’t at Falcon imports, Jean of the day, or Raelle’s. Nothing seemed to carry that brand and frustration filled Frieda’s body. Why did Kasey have such nice clothes only to let them sit in ever expanding dirty piles? It didn’t make sense and she was livid and angry when she stood before a clerk in a random shop in the mall she’d never seen before.
“You look upset,” the clerk commented.
“My roommate keeps stealing my clothes,” She admitted as she sifted through the racks. “And when I try to take some of hers she freaks out.”
“Then why not leave a trap?” The clerk asked.
“Like, fill a shirt with itching powder?” Frieda asked in confusion.
“You could do that, or you could teach her a lesson,” the clerk grinned before leaning in towards Frieda. “Just leave a cursed article of clothing out and bam, problem solved.”
“Cursed clothing?” Frieda asked with a laugh. “Magic doesn’t exist.”
“Does it?” The clerk asked before snapping her fingers. Frieda felt her entire body stiffen and she twisted her figure until she was posing, then her entire body took on a plastic sheen, turned stark white, and all her features melted away until she was left standing next to the clerk as a blank faced mannequin wearing her clothes.
Frieda tried to move but she couldn’t, she was nothing more than pure white plastic with removable limbs, her clothes shifting until she wore a style from the store. The clerk fixed a few wrinkles on her shirt and smiled to herself.
“I bet you believe me now,” she chuckled as she adjusted the shirt and made it change colour by just running her hands on it. “Here’s the deal, you sit there as a mannequin for the rest of the weekend advertising our blowout sale and in return I’ll give you a cursed article of clothing. Your roommate slips it on and you just sit back and watch as the issue takes care of itself.”
Frieda wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to say no, the clerk didn’t wait for an answer and just lugged her next to a brand new display opposite another mannequin in an identical outfit. Maybe that mannequin was just like her, looking for a cursed article of clothing and working for it. Regardless it couldn’t exactly speak or indicate it was alive. For all intents and purposes Frieda spent her weekend as a display object, bearing the latest fashion trend on her smooth plastic body as women rushed into the store and bought the display stand dry of goods. It was restocked Sunday and drained again even faster. She couldn’t do anything but wait for the weekend to end and finally the shop was shut down on Sunday evening and the clerk approached her with a smile.
“Good work, you earned your curse,” she smiled before snapping her fingers. Plastic turned fleshy, her organs returned, and Frieda stumbled away from the display table groaning as she tried to catch her balance, she had this gross plastic smell wafting off her skin and felt dizzy but she was back to being animate.
“Thanks,” Frieda groaned. “Where is it?”
“You’re wearing it,” the clerk explained with a point at Frieda’s body sporting that new bold outfit women had been flocking to all weekend. “I enchanted it with a charm that makes it irresistible, why did you think it sold so well? Just wash it, leave it in your dresser, and your roommate won’t be able to keep her hands off it.”
“What does it do?” Frieda asked nervously. “Is it dangerous?”
“It’ll teach her a lesson and if you’re not pleased with the results you can return it,” the clerk explained with a smile. “Of course all undos will cost you a little time as a mannequin, I don’t do curses for free dear.”
“Well, if it stops her from stealing my clothes...” Frieda trailed.