“I’m not sure. There has to be something we can do…” Jenny said, though she wasn’t exactly sure herself. She sighed.
“Who are you, anyway?” Stephanie asked.
“I’m Jenny…Jennifer Smith.”
The girl frowned, and then winced as though in pain, touching her forehead. Then her eyes grew wide, and she backed up a few steps, nearly tumbling over.
“Holy shit! I know you!” she said. “It just…it came rushing back! Like I never even realized I’d forgotten it! Oh man, that’s so weird!”
Jenny frowned. “You know me? How?’
“We used to go to school together! And then…it’s like…it’s like I forgot about you entirely. No one ever mentioned your disappearance. I never even thought about it…not until now! You’re a senior, right? I’m a junior!”
Jenny’s eyes went wide. It was bad enough that she was stuck here – how could it be that no one was even looking for her? That no one even REMEMBERED her? Even her own family? Was the magic that Kyle had used to do this really that powerful?
Oh, when she got the chance, that little roach was going to die. Painfully.
“Okay…okay…” Jenny said, trying to stay calm. “Okay. Let’s just…let’s just get the hell out of here.”
“What? But…I thought…”
“We have to try at least.”
Stephanie sighed, and then nodded.
Together, the two girls made their way toward the exit.
Jenny noticed that Stephanie’s face had a peculiar expression on it. And as they walked, she spotted the mannequinized girl was gingerly touching herself and then gasping silently.
Stephanie noticed Jenny watching her and looked embarrassed.
“Do...do you feel like this all the time?” she asked in a low voice.
“Every day,” Jenny confirmed. “Every sensation brings you closer to an orgasm, and getting touched…it’s the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever felt. Like ten orgasms wrapped in one. It’s amazing...” She trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
“Damn,” Stephanie muttered. She discreetly rubbed at her breasts, letting out a few moans. Jenny still felt embarrassed, but she understood. Two months on and the pleasure could still overwhelm her. It was all she could do to resist just rubbing her plastic body until morning came.
They reached the door.
Stephanie stopped rubbing herself and looked at Jenny. Neither seemed willing to step forward.
“Alright,” Jenny said finally. “Here goes nothing.”