I was completely unable to move a single muscle. Whatever the mannequin was doing, I couldn’t resist.
I felt a tight squeeze, as the mannequin tightly wrapped her arms under my armpits. Her arms seemed to push far into my body, causing it to flatten. I didn’t feel the pain of any bones breaking, or any organs getting damaged. All I felt was a tight squeeze.
Music filled my ears again. I found myself in the ballroom once more. The mannequin’s arms no longer felt plastic, but like human skin.
She let go of me, but I was still stuck to her body. She walked to her partner, with me stuck on her chest.
He grabbed her hands, like he did mine before. He put his hands then onto the former mannequin’s hips. As he did so, he pushed my hips into hers. My body seemed weirdly malleable, as it bent backwards in ways that biologically didn’t make sense.
As the two danced, I felt myself slowly press into the former mannequin further and further. With a each twirl, my body further wrapped around hers.
The only exception seemed to be my legs. They weren’t being pressed into the mannequin, but hung loose. However, each twirl caused my legs to flatten more and more.
By the end of the song, I was nearly completely wrapped around the former mannequin. As the last notes were being hit, I felt a sting in my sides, as they connected with each other. It seemed as if they were merged. When the notes of the next song started, my legs merged in the front, then merged in the back.
My head and arms were still loose to an extent. This wouldn’t last long.
The former mannequin’s partner per his hands onto my head, pushing it into the former mannequin’s breast. Despite my head seemingly being flattened, I maintained my consciousness, along with all the senses in my body.
As my head was pushed into the former mannequin’s breast, my arms wrapped around the former mannequin’s arms. I felt another sharp sting as they merged once more.
As the two danced, I came to some scary conclusions. First: I was completely inanimate. I realized that I must have became the former mannequin’s ball gown. Second: time seemed to be paused. While there was clearly movement and music happening, all clocks, including the pocket watch of the former mannequin’s partner were completely still. Not even the second hand moved.
It didn’t seem like this ball would ever finish.