Two months.
That’s what Kyle had told her.
Two months in hell.
Could it really have been two months? Two months, forced to stand in the lingerie department, modeling risqué bra after risqué bra…forced to display her body to people who only saw her as an object. It was a terrible nightmare…broken up by two things. The first was the cute girl who changed her outfits, an employee of the store that showed up in the late afternoon. Even though she didn’t know Jenny was a real girl, trapped inside a mannequin body, she still spoke to her, and occasionally rubbed her down with a mischievous smile when she was changing her. The second was the fact that whenever she was touched, her body all but exploded from the pleasure it brought her. Just the air conditioning was enough to bring her body to the edge of orgasm. Getting jostled throughout the day would make her orgasm. And being rubbed like that…it was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life. Far better than any boy, or girl, or object, had ever been able to do. It was unsettling to think about, and yet, at the same time, it felt incredibly good.
She would give it all up if it meant she could move again. To be free. Free of this curse.
Kyle.
Kyle had done this.
KYLE had done this?
That little disgusting turd! How in the hell was he capable of doing something like this? What kind of twisted power could take living girls and…and turn them into mannequins?! It was perverted. Perverted and wrong.
Standing in one place was torturous enough. Now, faced with the prospect of partial freedom…only to know that it would be yanked away from her at the start of each day…
Well. It would be better than nothing.
Assuming Kyle was telling the truth.
Jennifer would just have to wait and see.
Not that there was anything else she COULD do.
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The next day came.
The employees showed up and started getting ready for the day. Eventually, customers started to appear. It was slow at first, and then gradually, the crowds picked up. Occasionally, someone would jostle into her, or feel the fabric of the lingerie she was wearing, causing her to silently cry out within her mind, wishing she had a release for this pleasure.
The afternoon came, a few students that she still recognized appeared. As always, she wished they would look at her, recognize her, but they never did. No matter how much she cried out.
She waited for the employee to show up, to change her as she usually did, only to remember what Kyle had said the day before. She felt sad, and eager at the same time. Sad that she wasn’t there to change her…eager at the thought of actually getting to meet her in some capacity.
At one point, a manager passed by, looking cross.
“Where the hell is Stephanie?” he grumbled. “She was supposed to be in today. I thought I saw her come in…”
He walked off, still grumbling. Jenny figured that Stephanie was likely in the store – as trapped as Jenny was now.
As the day wore on, Jenny felt a sense of mental anticipation – physical sensations, aside from pleasure, were still denied to her. What would it be like, being able to move again? She was almost dreading it. If the night came, and movement was still denied her…
The hours passed slowly. And finally, the mall closed.
The last few employees cleaned up, and then the store was closed, and the lights dimmed.
And without warning, Jenny tumbled forward, suddenly free of her pose.
She fell off the plinth, limbs going limp, and landed on the floor. She expected it to hurt, but for whatever reason – shock perhaps – it didn’t feel painful. She hardly felt anything at all. As she struck the carpet, she let out an involuntary moan as an orgasm crashed through her.
And realized a moment later that, for the first time in two months, she’d managed to make a noise.
Jenny was so shocked that she couldn’t move – she lay on the ground, bewildered.
Was she…was she really free?
Gingerly, she tested by moving an arm.
It moved. Her body actually responded to her commands.
She felt a grin stretch across her face, but slowly, it began to wane, as she took in her situation.
She was able to move, but…
Something wasn’t right.
Her skin was still shiny, hard plastic. It was flexible at the joints, and she could move for the most part, but she gingerly tapped her arm. She heard a hollow tapping noise. She looked down and examined her breasts underneath the lingerie – they were smooth and featureless. And underneath the thong – yep. She was still featureless there as well. She still had her separation joints – did that mean she could still be disassembled? It was her greatest fear now. She gingerly touched the separation line on her left wrist…wincing at the sensation of seeing her body separated into two pieces…marveling at the fact that she could still move despite that…and sighing at the pleasure even a simple touch could still bring her.
She was still a mannequin. A mobile one, but still a mannequin.
She couldn’t feel a heartbeat. But she could breathe.
It took a few minutes, but finally, she was able to rise to a standing position. Moving again felt very weird, and she realized that part of it was because of her body – she was likely much lighter now. It would take time to get used to it. She just hoped she could figure it out before her time was up.
She needed to do something. She didn’t want to just stay here. What could she do?