I slowly got up, being weirdly unable to move at a normal speed. I tried running away, only to find it difficult to even walk. My legs and arms were feeling increasingly sore, the further and further I went.
Regardless, I knew I was unsafe, and I tried my best to get as far away from these mannequins as I could.
After a hundred meters, my legs wouldn’t move, causing me to fall. I looked up, staring directly at my reflection in a mirror. What I noticed was concerning.
My face was blue, and it looked like there were some rhinestones forming around my body. I tried to stand up, but felt unable to move.
My body started to feel fuzzy, and the air around me began to feel different. I tried one more time to look up at the mirror, and I noticed my clothes floating away.
Wait, I didn’t even take off my clothes. How did that happen? What was going on?
In the mirror, I saw a masculine mannequin walk towards my clothes. A more feminine mannequin was walking towards my direction. While the masculine mannequin had no clothes, the feminine mannequin had panties, shoes, and a pink shirt on.
The feminine mannequin reached her hand towards me. My body instantly reacted to its touch, and began floating by itself. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could feel it. My skin was changing texture, my body was shrinking, and I was bending backwards. The back of my head was placed right on the mannequin’s butt, and my body wrapped around her, with my feet touching my head.
I felt a sharp pain on both my feet and head, then numbness. Soon, I was able to feel again, but the shape of my body was different. I was completely flat, in the shape of a tube, and… wrapped around the mannequin.
I tried to move a muscle, tried to scream, shout for help, do anything. My body didn’t do a single thing, nor could it do a single thing. My body didn’t react to a single thought in my brain… if I even had one anymore. I could still think, feel, smell, and hear as if I had one. But I felt no ears, and I felt no mouth. I could feel little spots on my body that felt different. Was that a zipper? And is that a button right by it? Are those pockets… with rhinestones in the shape of a star? I couldn’t seem to move any of these things. I was completely immobile. Outside of my basic senses, I was essentially an inanimate object.
The mannequin walked towards some mirrors, and I was briefly able to see what I had become. I was her blue denim skirt. Sure enough, I could see the pockets, the zipper, the button, and the rhinestones that I felt on my body.
The male mannequin was wearing my former clothes too. He didn’t spend as much time posing, and walked away from my owner.