You quickly realise you are in a store. You can hear soft music and the typical sounds of such a place: cards beeping, bags rustling, boxes opening, people chatting in a relax way. You are in a clothes store. Odd, but stranger still is that you cannot blink. Your eyes just won't close as you look at where you are in more detail. And you cannot move. Not even a muscle. And try as you might, you cannot budge a single inch. Not a finger, not a single muscle. You can feel that you are smiling, though. Smiling without stopping which must make you took like a total idiot. What is going on? Where have you been sent? Why can you not move? Why are people going past you as if you're invisible? Your try speaking to them or call out for help but to no avail. And they are shorter than usual. Maybe you're a giant now? A paralyzed giant? Or... Or a statue? The thought is absolutely terrifying. However, you see that you are in a lingerie store. You do think that there are a lot of worse places to be. The idea of seeing girls scantily clad rises your hopes up tremendously. But you cannot get near the changing rooms, much to your frustration. You are paralyzed still.
But then you see a mirror and after staring at the somewhat distant reflection you understand through the people passing you by that the dummy in the mirror is... you. You're a dummy! Not an idiot indeed, not a statue, but close enough. And you are a female dummy, all curves, enormous boobs, dainty to a tee and in a lascivious pause rto show off the very fine pieces you're dressed in. The store does look very, very fancy. Like Victoria's Secret but a lot more luxurious. You are the most attractive dummy here, as far as you can tell, and a cascade of synthetic blonde hair flows down your back. Your face is all plump limps and doe-eye deer. If you were an actual woman, every guy would want to do you! And you do see a few men darting looks at you.The women that visit the store stare at the red and white fine little pieces of silk and lace but their partners... They give you looks of lust, as if all wishing you could come alive in an instant. You can even see their crotch bulging just a tiny bit. Oh... Oh, gross! You are attractive to guys! How vile! How horrible! And you cannot even hurl at them your disgust. Worse, a few slip their hands under the tiny tiny veils of your panties to touch your plastic butt. Hey! Disgusting! And you cannot even punch them! You can only endure your situation of a pedestal, a subject of a male erection. When the store closes, you feel better. The slimy pervs have finally gone!... But as the lights dim and all becomes silent, you think of living the same sort of day over and over again through season after season. The simple thought was depressing. Will you have to endure perverts forever? The idea of being changed into new outfits was also degrading. You're dressed in skimpy lingerie! Ugh! The punishment was harsh indeed.