Earlier Mark and you had seen that jock Jordan Johnson have an
altercation with Ted at the Goth Punk Store. Jordan and a couple of
buddies had been drinking smoothies and walking around like they owned
the mall. Not looking where they were going or pretending not to look,
Jordan plowed into the mannequin in front of the Goth Punk Store
sending it flying 15 feet down the mall. It cracked and shattered as
it tumbled. Ted who had been out there working on the display was also
sent sprawling, but he was knocked into the door frame of the store
and covered in the last quarter of Jordan's smoothie.
From where you and Mark stood, the plowing into Ted and the mannequin
might have been an accident, but since Jordan avoided getting any
smoothie on himself and could be seen violently shaking the last drops
out of the cup and on to the heap that was Ted, they knew it was all
staged.
"Hey, you big oaf, watch where you're going!" growled Ted as he pulled
himself to his feet. He didn't see Jordan and his boys at first, he
just saw the shattered mannequin and gasped, "Whoa somebody's got to
pay for that!"
"Looks like it'll be you, Teddy," said Jordan, as Ted spun around,
"You know you really should block the area where people are walking.
Accidents are bound to happen."
"Accidents? You just hit me and that mannequin like we were your
tackle dummies!" he said angrily, but he paled as he saw Jordan clench
his fist. Jordan had been bullying him since they were in
kindergarten. Even now that they were adults, Ted found himself filled
with an overwhelming fear of Jordan, and Jordan knew it. He could
smell fear. "Now you better clean up this mess, before someone trips
on it and sues you you. As it is you owe me another smoothie!"
Ted silently began to pick up the pieces of the broken mannequin.
The other guys just giggled and one said, "Yeah, Jordan's next
smoothie will be on you too!"
"Funny, Tom," Jordan answered, "Now goth faggot, you clean up this
mess, I"m going to the Sports Maven, and then I'll be back and you can
buy me that smoothie."
As the young men moved off toward the sports store, Tom said, "Dang,
we got to get to practice, Jordan."
"That's right, being suspended does have it's perks. No practice for
another two weeks. Guess, I'll just have some fun around the mall
while you guys get sweaty."
"Ha, ha. Have fun!"
Jordan disappeared into the sporting goods store.
In the meantime, you shoved your new dolls into your backpack. Mark
rolled the wand back and forth between the palms of his hands.
Mark said, "I think I'll do a good deed, bro."
"Turn Jordan into a tackle dummy, so he won't miss practice?" you say
brightly.
"Oh, that dumb jock would probably like that. No, I've got something
else in mind, and we'll get a gift out of it to boot," Mark said as he
spotted Jordan exiting the Sports Maven with a large box in his arms.
"Hey, Jordan, how are you doing?" Mark asked running the wand across
the big jock's back.
"Hey, buddy, I thought you two would be at practice," Jordan said.
You look at both Mark and Jordan quizzically, neither of you are on
the team or Jordan's buddies.
"Groin injury," Mark answered.
"Ow, painful!" Jordan said sympathetically, then glancing at you he
asks, "And you?"
"Just didn't feel like it today. Told coach my groin hurt too."
Jordan laughed, "I may pull a groin injury next time that coach wants
to give me extra laps. Hey, can you get the door."
You open the mall door and Jordan laden with his box goes out. He
loads it in his trunk and heads back toward the mall.
"Say, guys, you want smoothies, the gay goth punk owes me a smoothie
and since he's assistant store manager he can afford to buy you
smoothies too."
Mark looks at you conspiratorially. You grin back wondering what he
has planned.
Ted's in the back room stowing the remains of the mannequin when you
three enter.
"Hey, my legs! I can't move!" complains Jordan as he stops in front
of the store's tri-fold mirror.
You notice Mark has the wand midway up Jordan's back. The jock's arms
stiffen. He closes his mouth in a grimace of confusion, and Mark says
perfect. Jordan's expression freezes in place. Looking at Jordan's
legs sticking out of his cargo shorts, you notice all the little hairs
on his leg have vanished. His hairless skin has a slightly plastic
appearance. His arms are more clearly non-human. The elbows and
wrists are now articulated like a mannequins.
"Oh, cool justice, Jordan's going to replace the mannequin he busted!"
Ted had heard the buzzer, and had come out of the back room as soon as
he was presentable. No sign of smoothie lingered in his hair or
clothes, though he did smell a bit fruity.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"We thought we could help you, Ted," Mark said, "We saw what Jordan
did to your mannequin earlier."
"Yeah, that Neanderthal," Ted said and shuddered.
"Anyway, we found this mannequin in a dumpster, and thought you could
use him," Mark said.
"Gee, thanks. You found him in a dumpster? He looks like a perfectly
good dummy to me?"
"Well, it was behind that trendy fashion store, the one that just got
all the silver faceless mannequins."
"Okay. Well, he's a bit tan for this store, and the blonde hair's all
wrong, so I'll just take him in the back sand off all his paint and
repaint him. Is the hair attached or a wig?" Ted asked reaching up and
pulling Jordan's hair. "Hm, attached. Well, I'll either dye it or cut
it off and give it a wig. Hey, it kind of looks like Jordan. It'll be
fun stripping him down and then sanding off his paint and repainting
him as a goth. Maybe I'll even give him a rainbow or pink triangle
tattoo?" Ted said to himself. Then he remembered you and Mark, "Oh,
gee, thank you very much. I really appreciate it. I've got a lot of
work to do."
He grabbed the mannequin and hefted Jordan off the ground and carried
him through the drape into the back room.
You burst into laughter, "That's the perfect torture for Jordan. He's
naked and helpless with a gay guy redecorating his body to sell goth
gear. What do you bet he ends up in a leather slave harness?"
"I think there's a good chance of that, and maybe after a few months,
I'll change him back like in the movie mannequin. Except he'll only
be human as long as Ted loves him, and I'll make sure Jordan knows
that."
"Wicked! Now give me back the wand, sis, I've got something planned
for the mall cop!"
Mark obeyed but with a slight scowl, why did you call him "sis"?