Kat then teleported the new mannequin that Dan was to a store. But what store? Dan did not know. He was in the back of said store and he could only make out shapes in the dark. He could only think about how humiliating it was to be a female mannequin. The mannequin of a true hottie. How humiliating! With that shape, who knew the sort of clothes she'd have to wear for all to see and admire?
At long last, a male and female employee arrived, opening a door and letting light flood in.
"I told you I could remember it was there!" said the male employee, pointing to Dan. "I can't remember when we got it but it'll be perfect!"
"You're right! It'll take easily center stage!"
The two employees hoisted Dan out and he could see that he was in a lingerie store. And not just any: Victoria's Secret. Oh no! He was going to be dressed in skimpy attire and clothes to make men fantasize and girls giggle in anticipation at wearing sexy yet soft undergarments! Everyone would ogle at him while he'd have to show off clothes he laughed at not too long ago while imagining porn stars wearing those before undressing and obeying his every command, regretting he had no girlfriend as hot or as obedient. And no he'd be the subject of such wet dreams! Even worse, he did take center stage indeed, right at the highest place upon a podium of other mannequins and to be viewed from inside by passers-by and attracting them in! The two employees found the most delicate, skimpiest and laciest (and of course most expensive) bras, panties and other garments to dress him in and left him there, congratulating each other on their fine handiwork and taste.
Long days started to drag on for Dan. Observing the cute girls going by was his only distraction and that became rather boring. After all, he could not talk to them, touch them, or even spy on them in the changing rooms. That last one would have been the ultimate best! No, he just had to stare at them like forbidden fruit. The only consolation was the envy in their eyes as they stared at the expensive clothes he was wearing as a mannequin and how hot he looked. Those girls would have killed for his body, he was certain. Well, if they wanted it, they were free to have it!
But the worse wee guys. They pointed at him and laughed through the window, commenting on his curves crudely and when they entered with their partners, they jeered and said how hot Dan's clothes would look on their girlfriends or spouses. Some even whistled appreciatively and a few surreptitiously fondled Dan;'s butt when no one was looking, or his crotch, wondering how he was down there. Sone were so crass and bold that they rubbed the simple plastic slit he possessed with grunts! Hey, touch yourselves while you were at it! Keep your hands off! Another few playfully asked if Dan was for sale too, amidst (forced) laughter of the salesgirls. Dan hated these disgusting jerks each time they came and he wondered how long he'd have to endure this constant humiliation.