You are frightened as you hear the roar of what sounds like a turbine in your ear. Your head and body vibrate madly as you realize the clerk is using an electric sander on your hollow head. You fear the worst - decapitation. Can a mannequin die? At last the maddening noise and violent vibration ceases. He use a can of black spray paint to touch up your now nappy doo, and then wheels you in front of a mirror. You barely recognize yourself. He dresses your body in a hot pink thong, drapes a couple colorful silk leis your neck, adds a cool stray hat, and a couple wrists bands. He wheels you upstairs on a dolly via the elevator. You are added to the Gay Pride Week display in the front window positioned with another mannequin's hand lewdly brushing your bare butt cheek.
Just then a person enters carrying a humaniform bundle. It's the person from the park.
"Hey, Kaelin, bout time you got back. Did you bring the mannequin back? Mr. Manager made me put this mannequin in the display to fill that one's place. Do you want me to take it back downstairs?" the clerk asked as he put black sunglasses on your nose.
"What? Kevin? Uh, no it looks fine. I guess I'll put uh this mannequin in with it. Three will look better than just two anyway," Kaelin muttered absently looking around the store.
"My name's not Kevin. What's with you lately? You're so scatterbrained, Kaelin," he said helping Kaelin unwrap the bundled mannequin.
"Uh, right, sorry. Just put the mannequin in the display, I'll go change into my uniform."
"Where has that been? And get it out of those dull khaki shorts, and put it into a pair of those yellow board shorts we've got a ton of - it'll look better with the pink and white summery colors already there," the manager said.
"Kaelin took it out to be repaired."
"Where's Kaelin now and why not repair it here? We've got all the stuff downstairs to fix it."
"Kaelin's getting changed. What can I say about it - you know Kaelin, the perfectionist! You sure you want yellow?"
"Hm, you're right try the Hawaiian set instead - the one with parrots. After all it's gay week."
The clerk went to work gathering up the new outfit first. Then he started to undress the dummy, and stopped.
"Dang, another pornodummy! And this one's painted tanlines look so fake, with these short-Hawaiian trunks it'll look too weird," he shook his head and loaded the mannequin on the dolly.
He shouted as he wheeled the mannequin toward the back doors, "Hey, boss gotta take this mannequin downstairs for a paint job."
"I thought Kaelin fixed it?"
"Well, the paint job is fine for board shorts, but it ends at the knees."
"Dang, whoever heard of tanlines on dummies? Just paint it all one color, and put highlights in the hair!"
"Right-oh, you're the boss!" he shouted as the doors swung shut behind him.
As the elevator doors closed, Kaelin emerged from the employee restroom clad in the store uniform.