"Holy cow!" says Milo, pulling his hands away in shock. "I didn't know they made them anatomically correct." He peers at your crotch, you can see the top of his head slip out of your line of vision.
Why can't you look down? Did he just call you a mannequin? You can't speak. You can't even turn your head. That lightning strike in the park earlier... that must have done it.
You struggle to tell him to stop it, to help you, anything, but you simply cannot move. You have no muscles any more. You don't feel any different but you are totally immobile.
Then you feel his hand touch your crotch and you know something is wrong. He knocks on your chest next and you give out a hollow thump, as if he just knocked on hard hollow plastic.
"Well... You must be old stock from the porn shop down the road or something. That would make sense. Cheap old son of a bitch that runs this place always buying second hand store equipment and making me fix it up."
He stands up and walks over to his tool bench and rummages around for a moment. That's when you see the full length mirror on the side of the room.
Standing naked, starring straight ahead, you see yourself. Only not quite you. Your hair is thick and appears to be one solid piece of plastic, and your body is way too shiny in the bright white lights of this work room. You try to scream, but can't.
You are clearly a plastic mannequin. You even have little lines where you can see that your arms and legs will detach from your torso at the shoulder and thigh.
"Here we go!" says Milo turning around with a small sander in one hand, a bucket of liquid plastic swinging back and forth, and what appears to be a small hand saw.
"We'll have you up to snuff in no time at all. Good thing too cause the night stock guy is gonna be here in an hour and he is going to want to use you for the new display up front." He says as he drops his tools in front of you, and places his warm hands on your tool, reaching over for the hand saw.
You try to scream again but find it is still impossible. You can only hear the hollow sound of sawing vibrating through your body, and feel the cold teeth cutting in to you, a feeling of pressure instead of pain, touch only as it slides back and forth.