"Are you decent?" the gay clerk asked.
"You want to hand me the outfit over the door?" you ask.
"I'm afraid, I'm not strong enough to do that. If you open the door, I
can bring it in."
"Alright. How heavy is that outfit?" you ask as you unbolt the
changing room door.
You're wearing only your boxer briefs. He carries the whole mannequin
in to the small room, and props it up in the corner opposite the
mirror.
"You can see better how it fits if you remove each component
separately and fasten it to your body the way it is to this mannequin.
Unless you'd prefer me to help dress you?" the old fart said batting
his eyes.
"No, this is fine. I'll fasten the stuff to me just like it is on the
mannequin," you say glancing at the door for him to leave.
He smiled, folded his hands and backed out of the changing room. He
paused in the doorway, and said in a helpful tone, "Oh, and you need
to remove the boxer shorts before you put anything on. Otherwise
you'll probably get an atomic wedgie when you cinch it."
"Uh, thanks," you replied.
He pulled the door shut behind him and you bolted it.
Then you reached to unfasten the harness. You are surprised at how
warm the mannequin feels to your touch. Probably it was pressed up
against the clerk's body while he carried it, and absorbed his body
heat. You see that harness has a strap running into the leather
shorts or rather chaps. You undo the chaps shorts first, and then
tackle the one-piece trap harness. You shuck off your boxer briefs and
hang them on the back of the door. Then you lift the unbuckled harness
off the mannequin.
You give yourself a bit of a work out buckling the straps behind you.
You unbuckle the collar portion of the harness to loosen it a bit, and
rebuckle it one notch up. You remove one gauntlet for the mannequin's
forearm. Odd the mannequin feels warmer than before. You strap the
gauntlet to your forearm, and then do the next one. The leather boots
are a bit more difficult to get off. You end up sitting down with the
mannequin sitting on your lap. The mannequin seems more flexible after
you get the first boot off, and then the second. The mannequin slumps
a bit and you'd swear its butt cheeks spread slightly. Must be your
imagination. You push the mannequin upright, and turn it to face you.
As you spin it around, something strikes your thigh.
You look down with a start. Why hadn't you noticed before? The
mannequin is anatomically correct with a soft rubber cock complete
with foreskin and plastic pubic hairs. You finish putting on the
mannequin's costume. You notice your body seems stiffer. You arm
brushes your exposed side. It feels hard and smooth. You should feel
your body hairs tickling your side, but you don't. You move your
stiffening legs, your knees don't want to bend properly. You look at
your reflection. The mannequin behind you is moving.
You try to open your mouth to shout in surprise, but your lips are
tightly sealed. You make an odd hollow echo-like noise as if your
head was stuck in a vase or something.
"Don't worry, honey," says a deep male voice from behind you," you
feel a hand on your shoulder steadying you as your entire body becomes
rigid.
"Mmmmft!" you shout unintelligibly in your closed mouth.