Jennifer walked towards the door, praying that this would work. Freedom was close. Perhaps an alarm would sound. If it did, so what? She just wanted to get out of here. Even if she was still a mannequin, she just wanted to go home. Maybe if she went home…even if she was immobile, maybe seeing her would cause her family to remember her, and then try to help her. They were rich. They had resources. They could find a way to reverse this. At the very least, they could deal with Kyle. Find a way to make him reverse this, and then send that miserable toad straight to hell.
She reached out a shaking hand.
A tingling sensation passed through her body before she even reached it.
“What the--!” she cried.
“Jenny?!” Stephanie whispered.
An intense burst of pleasure shot through her plastic body, and Jenny staggered back. Before she could recover, her body was freezing up, twisting itself into a pose. She jutted her chest out, her hands clasped behind her back, a lustful expression on her face…and then she froze.
Well, that just figured.
“Shit!” Stephanie hissed.
Jenny waited for a long moment, but she was still stuck. Unable to move. The tingling still coursing through her like an electric shock. It felt so good…
She watched, helpless, as Stephanie crept forward and tugged her away from the front door. Her mind exploded into a haze of orgasms as soon as Stephanie touched her.
When they were a good distance away from the door, movement returned to Jenny without warning – and then, a wave of pleasure washed over her. She let out a loud, gasping moan, and, still being tugged, fell forward.
Stephanie shrieked, and then the two girls tumbled to the ground. Jenny landed on top of Stephanie. Their plastic, immobile breasts met one another, and as Jenny struggled to get up, it only served to increase the sensations of pleasure coursing through them. Jenny felt her energy wane and collapsed, once again lying on top of Stephanie, and the two girls let out shuddering moans, lost to the pleasure of their enhanced sensations.
Jenny found herself staring down at Stephanie. This was the girl who had talked to her for the past few months, the one who had changed her, and brought her such pleasure. And now, up close, looking like a mannequin…she was beautiful…
She leaned down and kissed Stephanie. Stephanie let out a moan, and then was leaning into the kiss, and the two girls writhed around on the floor of the store, gasping and shuddering from the explosions of orgasms within their bodies. Just the sheer act of kissing was enough to send her over the edge, but when Stephanie reached down and caressed Jenny’s breasts, she almost passed out. And eventually, the two girls rubbed the other’s featureless crotch. Their screams were loud enough to wake the dead, but no one came to investigate.
Finally, mercifully, the two girls drew away from each other, and lay on the floor, recovering. They were both gasping, and the tingling sensations were still coursing through them.
“W-wow…” Stephanie gasped.
“Yeah…” Jenny said. She’d kissed girls before – sometimes to get attention from boys, because that always drove them nuts, especially at parties if alcohol was involved. Sometimes she did just because she liked doing it. She’d mostly had boyfriends, but kissing girls was nice. She didn’t like to label herself. And it was obvious that Stephanie had experienced similar thoughts, based on the way she’d used to rub her down during changings.
“That was intense,” Stephanie finally said.
“You’re telling me. Damn!”
The two girls laughed.
As the laughter died down, Jenny glanced at the door. “Well…that option is out. What now?”