It felt strange being worn. My owner was made of plastic, and I felt the cold plastic on my inside (which was formerly my back). It felt weird to not be able to touch the ground, being suspended around the hips. The worst feeling was knowing that I was just inanimate, unable to move at all. I was completely at the mercy of the mannequin wearing me.
My owner walked back towards the bench where I rested before. She moved her hips a lot as she walked back, making it harder for me to remember that I want to be human again with each step. It was as if she was trying to hypnotize me into accepting that I was now a skirt. Regardless, I tried to resist, thinking about human memories, human things, and what it’s like to be human. Eventually she reached back to her position and posed, ending the hypnosis attempt.
She held her pose for hours, leaving me bored out of my mind. I was unable to move, and was stuck just hanging onto her hips. Was I stuck like this forever?
After a while, I heard footsteps in the distance, walking towards me. Then, I heard a familiar voice.
“Wow, I really thought you would’ve lasted longer, Thomas. This did not take long at all,” the voice said. “But you turned out really cute! Who knew that deep inside you were a denim skirt? I really like the star pattern! And did you realize the shape of the button in the front is a heart?”
I saw Amy walk towards me.
“Your former face is on her butt? Haha that must be weird. At least it seems like you resisted the brainwashing so far, but boredom will make you submit eventually,” Amy said.
I was unsure how to feel. Maybe this was a good thing. She could return me to normal! But this was also her fault in the first place. And how did she know about the transformation? How did she recognize me?