"There we go. Good as new!" Milo says standing back from you. You try to scream at him to stop, to please help, but you are frozen in place.
Milo looks you up and down, then his eyebrows knit together and he makes a face in frustration.
"Nipples? Who puts those on a mannequin? Wow you are a weird one. Oh well, back to work." He says, and he stoops down to fetch his belt sander from the tools on the floor. As he does so you look again at your own reflection.
You crotch is gone, well, still there but now smooth and shapeless. Milo has cut off your manhood and toss it in the trash, the shaped your plastic body with resin in to a sexless bulge.
You are looking more like a mannequin every second he works on you. You have to tell him to stop, but how?
Milo stands up and presses a fine grained piece of sandpaper to your chest, and you feel the smooth sensation of it rubbing you, dissolving you in to dust. He pulls it away and smiles.
"There we are. All done. No more spooky human bits to scare the customers... or me." he says grinning at you. He brushes some dust off of you with a shop rag, it feels very strange moving over your stiff plastic body and your now frozen plastic hair.
"Just stand right there and I'll go make room in the display." Milo says, taking his leave of you. You can only stand there naked looking at yourself in the mirror waiting for his return. Somehow embarrassed about being naked, but mostly just terrified at finding yourself transformed. You wish you could move.
"I'm back. You are gonna look great in the..."