You feel your boddy start to stiffen up. You feel your inside become hollow, and your skin become hard. Your legs and joints stiffen strait, and you realize you can't move them. Your face is forced to smile, and your eyes glisten over. The man picks you up with ease, and lets you look at yourself in the mirror. Looking back is a manaquin, with red hair, blue eyes, just like you.
"Now to take you to your new home" he said. He takes your arm, and disconects it. Your in panic as he takes you a apat, and puts you in a case. You spend forever in the dark case. When you finally come out, you hear another man talking to the man who got you into this mess. When their done talking, the stranger picks you up and starts assembling you together. It's a relief to be back in one peice, and now you are completely naked in front of some guy, and you can do nothing about it. He leans you against the wall, and you stay there all night, your mind in panic.
'How the heck am I gonna turn back?' you think. 'For all I know, I could be on the other side of the world!' Then something cathes your eye. A manaquin leaning against the wall that looks familiar, and then you remember who is is. It's Hillary, the girl that wore you as a bra. So you're in Seatle. You try to think of some way to get out of here, but you realize there is nothing you can do about it. You sit here until morning.
The next morning, an employee come and dresses you. She dreses you in a nightgown. You are then taken out into the store, where there's a stand for you. She pushes a metal pole up your butt, and then moves your hands and feet into the right possition. You stand there, looking pretty for everyone. You try to move in some way, but you can't. Your niples are almost visible through the nightgown, and you feel embaressed. There are tons of people in the store, none of which you recognize. You sit there, looking pretty, nothing else to do. You sit there through the night, and through the day. The days go on, and time is getting harder to keep track of. Sometimes days pass without you noticing. Then one day, you see someone you recognize. Your mother is walking through the store.
"I demand to see my daughter!" she says. "She was abducted by one of your employees, and for all I know she could be one of the bras on the racks here!!" she yelled.
'Mom! I'm over here!' you try to say, but you remain motionless. You don't know how long it's been since you were turned into a manaquin. But just as she comes your way, an employee takes you down from your stand and into the back room. She dresses you in a bikini, and then puts you out in another section of the store. What can you do? Nothing is the answer to that question. The day ends without your mother finding you, and days continue to pass. How long has it been, you can't say. Weeks, months, years? Every once in a while you'll be changed into different clothes. Other than that, life gets pretty boring.