"You'll look fine in a pair of those fashion briefs," Milo said as he finished brushing off the plastic dust from your plastic body.
He suddenly lifts you into the air and carries you under one arm to a display platform in the store's underwear department.
Milo proceeds to unroll a pair of skimpy white briefs with a red and black waistband. He slips them over your plastic legs and brings them to rest over your new plastic bulge.
He pats your bulge to smooth out the crotch of the briefs.
Ohman! You had not realized how sensitive you remained to touch. When Milo patted your smooth bulge, your reaction was so intense. It's an agony to remain stiff and immobile, incapable of reacting to the cute guy's touch.
Suddenly, another guy approached. "Hey, Milo, we're short on mannequins," said the taller, slender guy.
"Yeah, what about it, Rick?"
"I've been scrounging some spare parts together for the Christmas display," Rick explained. "You are just using this one to sell underwear. You can do that with a torso. Could I borrow the arms and legs?"
Milo frowned. Normally, he hated using just a bare plastic torso for his displays, but the Christmas display is more important.
"Okay, but I get them back once the holidays are over."
What? What is he saying? He can't just give away your legs and arms, can he?
Rick reaches over and grabs your right leg, giving a little twist at the hip until you hear and feel a distinct "pop!"
Milo helps by detaching your arms.
With a shrug, he decides, "The underwear still looks good over the new bulge I gave him."
"Dude, are you enhancing the mannequins again?" Rick asked as he popped loose your other leg.
"He needed some help in that department," Milo said. And, reaching into his pack, he removed your plastic equipment. "Look at this. He was another anatomically correct model, well, if you can call that correct."
Rick laughed. "Wonder where all these plastic dummies with the plastic junk are coming from?"
"Well, anyway, you better get these to the Christmas display." Milo piles your arms into Rick's waiting grasp, which is already loaded with your plastic legs.
"Thanks, man!"
Milo slides your plastic equipment back into his pack. "It is strange," he says out loud.