Soon, Connor's head was packed in packing material and he could no longer see. He could
hear but the sounds were severely muffled through all the packing material. It was similar
to the way hearing works when one is underwater. So the only clues Connor had about
what was going on was what he could feel as the rest of his body was disassembled. He
was impressed that he could still feel even though his body was no longer attached to his
head. But he was uncomfortable because all he felt was hands grabbing him and pulling
him apart. One by one, each piece was packed.
Connor decided not to risk changing yet as he might have a safer chance after he was
reassembled at the next store. So Connor relaxed and enjoyed the gentle vibrations of the
truck. Connor wasn't sure about time but felt like several days must have passed.
Then Connor felt his crate being opened and the beginning of unpacking. They opened up
his head and Connor could finally see again.
"Hey, Charlie, are we sure this is the right shipment? I thought we were supposed to get a
female."
They left Connor's head sitting on a counter while they did some research. Connor
overheard enough of the conversation to learn that there had been an error.
"Well we can't use another male mannequin. We've got to many as it is."
Connor couldn't hear the other end of the conversation.
"I don't care whether you have too many males as well. Every store in our chain has too
many males right now. Someone really goofed ordering so many male mannequins but as
far as this store is concerned, we need female mannequins."
More silence while the guy listened.
"Well, alright, I suppose we can find some uses for parts of him. But we need to figure out
what to do with the rest of him."
Connor began to panic wondering if he'd ever be reassembled.
After a while, someone came and grabbed Connor's torso, put a shirt on it, mounted it on
a stand of some kind, and carried it out to somewhere in the store. A little later, someone
grabbed his ass and put underwear on his ass. His ass was then mounted on a stand and
the attachment inserted into a hole right where his asshole would have been. Then his ass
was taken out to somewhere in the store.
Several hours later, Connor's head, arms and legs were thrown into a large bin along with a
bunch of other mannequin parts.
"It's a shame to get rid of all these. They're brand new mannequins and good quality ones
too. But they take up space in storage and that is costing us too much money. Haul 'em
out."
Connor thought he should try to change soon even if it was dangerous. It looked like he
never would get a chance to be reassembled now as his torso and ass were staying at the
store while the rest of him was being shipped to who knows where.
But Connor waited anyway. He thought at least he should wait till he was no longer inside
of a bin where he might be trapped. He had seen that the lid was a heavy duty lid.
The next thing Connor knew, he was being dumped out at the city dump. The store must
have been located in a smaller city that didn't have as developed of a sanitation service.
Connor's right leg fell in something slimy. Connor's arm was pinned under something
heavy. And Connor's head landed face first in a toilet. But after the people left, Connor
decided it was now or never to try to change.