After some time, Alice became dimly aware something had changed... Rather than looking at a mannequin, she felt like she was looking in a mirror, but she couldn't be... the mannequin was right in front of her. But she didn't feel pregnant anymore, she...
Before her eyes, the mannequin grew hair. Blonde, lustrous, but so clearly fake, like doll's hair, it swept down to the mannequin's shoulder joints. The torso subtly changed; the arms growing slender, tipped with hands wearing the same nail polish as she. As her eyes moved up, they passed the metal joints visible at the shoulders, seeing the torso had sprouted enormous F cup breasts, impossibly perky, staying up as only plastic should. Of course, no nipples: this was a mannequin.
Horrifyingly, as she watched, the front unfurled like an orange between the legs until it had a parody of a pussy. It looked like an in-built fleshlight, grimly positioned at the location of two more uncovered joints leading down to plastic segmented legs, jointed with metal pins and hinges.
Curiously, the face finally began to change. A cute smile formed, the lips an artificial pink as the cheeks plumped up and blushed. A little button nose formed on the noticeably plastic flesh before two eyes opened, blue-and-white painted glass, looking hither and thither and Alice screamed, realising she was the doll and it was a mirror. She looked down at herself, no longer pregnant, but the dungarees and t-shirt suddenly on her plastic-and-metal frame. Her hands moved, despite being plastic doll arms on a metal frame, coming up, feeling her face, feeling the plastic of it. "You know, you may be my greatest creation," Bartleby's creepy voice came from behind.