Jen was excited about going shopping, she didn’t know why but she had no desire to go to school, instead she headed in the opposite direction and was soon at the mall looking through the windows of her favorite stores.
One store, right in the middle of the mall, with huge glass window displays, was having a sale and excitedly Jen headed inside. This was one of her favorite stores and with the sale on she could grab a few bargains while her friends were at school.
Jen didn’t notice the way she was behaving as she walked up and down the aisles of the store, but she was gravitating towards an empty plinth right at the store’s center. She was looking through a clothing rack next to it and looked at the large white circle, roughly 3 feet high. Looking around nervously she eyed the plinth again and then looked away, unaware that her thoughts of climbing onto it were not hers but were part of the curse.
When she was convinced no one was watching her Jen snuck up to the plinth and climbed onto it, giggling to herself. She stood up and looked out across the shop floor, no one had noticed her. Jen had no idea why she was doing these things but decided to pose like a model on the plinth.
She flexed herself onto her toes; her legs spread shoulder width apart and leant forward. Pouting she held one hand up as though she was blowing a kiss and placed her other hand on her hip, keeping her back arched and her ass sticking out seductively. Jen giggled to herself, she felt like one of the mannequins, only raunchier.
It was only when Jen tried to move again that she realized something was wrong, her body wasn’t responding when she tried to move, nor could she cry out for help. She was stuck in the pose she had chosen!
Jen could only watch as the hand, held flat in front of her mouth, slowly started to change a different color, taking on a slightly pinker more plastic color. Screaming inside her head Jen could do nothing to get help as shoppers walked past the girl completely unaware of what was happening. Jen’s hair was becoming plastic, like the hairs on a doll and her lips swelled slightly and turned a darker shade of red.
But the worse part of the transformation was how Jen was feeling, as the plastic had spread Jen felt rush after rush of pleasure shooting into her body. Every small breeze, the feeling of her clothes on her body even the vibrations caused by the PA system and people walking past sent shivers of ecstasy into her.
If she wasn’t now made entirely from plastic Jen would’ve passed out with pleasure.
She looked down at the faces of shoppers passing by, now stuck in a permanent state of extreme arousal Jen could only watch helplessly as they walked past her as though she were just another mannequin. She heard a voice behind her, “Woah, these aren’t the clothes for this one, this is completely the wrong section!”
Jen heard the crackle of a radio, “Sue, I have no idea what you’ve been doing with these dummies but can you please get the mannequin in aisle 7 to a more suitable part of the store and into clothes that we actually sell!”