I felt incredibly stiff. It was an odd feeling - I went to stretch, but for whatever reason, my limbs didn't respond. It was like my entire body had gone numb or something. I tried to look down to see what was going on, but again - my head wouldn't move. What the hell was going on? I was lying in bed, that much I knew - I could feel the sheets beneath me, see the fan spinning overhead. But my body was frozen in place - no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. My eyes were open, but I couldn't even move them! I could only stare straight ahead. As my mind started to panic, I realized that I couldn't even feel a heartbeat! I was entirely still.
My door opened, and someone entered. I tried to call out for help, but of course, I couldn't open my mouth or make any noise at all.
Someone came into my peripheral view. It was a girl about my age, with hot pink hair, arcing an eyebrow down at me. "There you are," she said. "What the heck are you doing up here? You should be in the window!"
In the window? I thought to myself.
The girl leaned down and picked me up, tucking me under her shoulder. The entire experience was incredibly disorienting! She'd picked me up as though I hadn't weighed anything - and my body did feel incredibly light. And even though she picked me up off the bed, I didn't move in the slightest - my limbs remained as frozen as they had been before.
Carrying me through the door, I realized this wasn't even my house anymore. This was somewhere I didn't recognize - a small loft at the top of what looked to be a clothing store. Oh god. As she carried me further into the store, I saw what kind of store it was - it was a men's boutique, selling all kinds of shirts and boxers briefs. I would've blushed had I been able to. I was beginning to get a horrible sinking feeling of what I had become.
The girl with the pink hair took me up to the front of the store and set me down on something - I felt something metallic and cold insert into my leg, fastening me into place. And now I could see a reflection of myself in the mirror.
I was right, but I wish I hadn't been.
Somehow, I'd been turned into a mannequin. I was frozen in place with a masculine blank look on my face. My body that of a hunk. My chest was thick with a large Vin Deisel-like lump of muscle on each side. Both perfectly smooth plastic hands were casually at my sides. A suggestive lump curving from the very front of my trim hips. My lips were sealed closed, with a large, strong Italian-looking nose. I looked...well, I looked hot and hunky - and entirely fake. I could see separation joints sectioning off my body - I really hoped no one would take me apart!
"That's better...now...I should find something for you to wear, sexy," the pink haired girl said, slapping me on my plastic male ass, which resulted in an artificial hollow sound.
At least this would only last for a day. Although she (now he) didn't really want to know what might happen if someone took him apart and didn't reassemble him before the curse reset.