About a year had passed since Amanda and Jan had joined the visual merchandising inventory at Gloria’s boutique. Their lives had become extremely simplified with their only purpose now to look beautiful and display clothing.
Gloria had hired Geoff to create beautiful lifelike mannequins. But since the creation of Amanda and Jan, or rather, re-creation, Gloria wanted Geoff’s mannequins to be an exclusive part of her boutique. She offered Geoff an extremely generous salary and even provided him with an onsite workshop at his disposal. Geoff agreed only with the clause that his workshop was off limits to the staff, including Gloria. He would bring her inside on occasion to show her his latest creations, but he never had anyone in there while he was working. Gloria thought this eccentricity was tolerable given the genius of his work.
Amanda and Jan had been displaying career wear all this time. One day, Geoff approached the motionless girls and, making sure no one was looking, began talking to them in a quiet voice. “So girls, what do you say to a change of scenery? I have a couple of new mannequins I’ve acquired and I’d like you to meet them.”
After making two trips with Amanda and Jan via handcart, the two mannequin-girls found themselves in the visual merchandising preparation area. This is where all the mannequins were changed and maintained. Amanda and Jan were turned to the center of the room while Geoff placed two display stands in front of them. Then, he began digging through the contents of a large crate, pulling out mannequin limbs. He would pause from time to time to read tags that indicated which parts belonged to which mannequin. It wasn’t long before the two display stands sported two very lifelike mannequins.
The first mannequin was an elegant, auburn haired beauty with a lovely figure and pretty legs. She was posed with her hips tilted to the right with her right hand resting on her hip. Her left hand was straight down at her side with her wrist turned to point the palm to the floor. The left leg was forward and bent at the knee as if she was taking a step. Her weight was on her right leg her feet were arched, almost as if she were wearing a pair of invisible high heels. Her head was turned to the left, looking off to the distance.
Her counterpart was no less beautiful. Amanda noticed that she seemed a little shorter than any usual mannequin that she had seen, but her perfectly proportioned little body and her cute smiling face more than made up for her petite size.
She was posed her with weight on her left leg, and her right leg pointed out to the side. Her tiny feet had similar arches for high heels. Her right arm was crossed over her stomach to give support to her left arm. The fingers on her right hand were fanned slightly as her left arm rested on it at the elbow. The fingers on her left hand were positioned to slightly brush her cheek. Her lovely brown hair pinned up, with curling ringlets on either side of her pretty face.
“Amanda…Jan… this is…” Geoff paused as he read the tag on the auburn-haired mannequin’s wrist. “Missy. And this attractive brunette is… Heather. Say ‘hello’ girls and welcome them to the team.”
“Hello, Missy, hello, Heather,” Amanda said in her mind although her frozen expression showed no signs of speech.
“Pretty amazing, aren’t they? No, I didn’t make these two. I procured them from a former mentor of mine. He retired from this business but not before allowing me to apprentice to learn this craft,” he said as he stroked Heather’s cheek. “Now, that the introductions are over, let’s get back to work, shall we? Amanda, you, Jan and Heather are going to be redressed and placed in our lingerie department. Missy is going to be the new addition to our evening wear section. Shall we get started?”
Geoff began undressing Amanda and Jan until they stood before him in their plastic nakedness. They enjoyed the pleasure of his hands over their bodies as the process that transformed them into living mannequins left their skin hyper-sensitive to touch. The feel of the soft lingerie on their skin was an added bonus.
For Jan, Geoff picked a black bustier with sheer black thigh highs, garter belts and black spiked stiletto heels. A bit racier than the prim nurses’ garb that she had been wearing. For Heather, he chose a sheer pink baby doll nightgown, pink thigh high stockings and fuzzy pink high heel slippers. He stood before Amanda, eyeing her up and down some time before inspiration took hold. He dressed her in a satiny sapphire blue teddy, sheer and shiny seamless nude pantyhose, and matching spiked high heel slippers.
“I must say, you girls look absolutely divine,” Geoff commented as he made final adjustments to their accoutrements. He caressed Amanda’s silky thigh, barely concealed by the super short teddy. His touch made her forget how cold the air-conditioning was. “Blue is a beautiful color on you, Amanda,” he whispered to her as he softly kissed her plastic lips.
Amanda would have kissed back if she were able to as his hand on her thigh was sending her into heaven.
Geoff turned his attention to Missy and began exploring the nearby racks of
eveningwear. He decided on a toga style gown made from gold lame. It was cinched
in at the waist and had a slit up the middle that would show off Missy’s bended
leg beautifully. He then slid on a pair of pantyhose that had sparkles woven
into the fabric. A pair of 4” gold sandals would complete the outfit.
He wheeled them out onto the main floor and placed them in their respective departments. Amanda, Jan and Heather were placed so that they could see each other. Missy was wheeled over to her section and was placed next to another mannequin. This mannequin had long, wavy red hair and fair skin. She was wearing an emerald green satin evening dress, cut low with a high side slit. She wore matching evening gloves on her dainty hands. Green matching pumps adorned her feet as she stood in her pose. She had her weight on her right leg and her left leg pointed out from the side slit, revealing her shapely leg clad in nude pantyhose. Her left hand was on her hip and her right arm was bent up, holding a champagne glass in her hand. She had a sexy smile on her plastic face.
“Janet, meet Missy. She’ll be joining you in eveningwear for a while. I know you two will get along splendidly,” Geoff spoke as he balanced Missy’s stand. Janet, Gloria’s former assistant, merely continued to smile at Geoff even as she pondered how she got herself into this predicament. She wanted to model for a mannequin, not be one herself. At least now she had company. She wondered if Missy had once been a living girl like herself.
“Who are you talking to?” came a voice from behind Geoff. He whirled around, startled, only to see a young woman standing before him— an extremely beautiful woman.
“Uh, n-nobody,” Geoff stammered before regaining his composure. He had altered Janet’s facial appearance slightly so that she would be unrecognizable. Now, this young woman may have heard him call her by her name. He had to change the subject quickly. “May I help you, Miss…?”
“Caldwell. Samantha Caldwell. Not Sam. Not Sammy. Samantha.” Her tone was slightly condescending and Geoff decided immediately that he didn’t like her. “I am Gloria’s new store manager and I was just looking over my new territory,” she said as she eyed him up and down. Apparently, she liked what she saw in Geoff that her demeanor changed. “And you are?” she asked while lifting her hand up for a handshake.
“Geoff Samatich. I’m head of visual merchandising,” he responded while returning her handshake. He took this time to assess her in his own way, less obvious than her brazen up and down stare. His artist’s eye allowed him to take in her appearance with a glance. She wore a silk purple dress with sheer black pantyhose and matching open toed pumps. She was about 5’8 in the heels, with a nice figure, legs and ample bust. Long strawberry blond hair framed her face, one that had the greenest eyes Geoff had ever seen.
“Oh, right. You’re the mannequin maker. You’re supposed to be quite the artist,” she said as she walked around Missy and Janet. As she was passing between them, she bumped into Janet’s hand, causing the champagne glass to fall to the floor. Geoff could’ve sworn that was a deliberate move, but fortunately the glass was plastic. It just fell harmlessly onto the mirrored glass base of Janet’s display stand. “Oh— sorry,” she sheepishly apologized.
“No harm done,” Geoff stated as he bent down to pick up the prop. As he bent over, Samantha spread her legs to allow Geoff to peek up her skirt by way of the mirrored base. He could tell she was not wearing any underwear under her sheer pantyhose. He pretended not to notice as he replaced the glass back into Janet’s rigid fingers.
Samantha smiled at him as she walked away. “See you around, Geoff,” she said over her shoulder. Geoff was a bit flustered. This job had just gotten more interesting.
Business was going so well that Gloria decided to open another boutique. This boutique would be in Chicago. Her Beverly Hills store had done over 3 million in sales this last year. Geoff requested some additional funding to work on a new project that would aid in opening the new boutique. He worked night and day on it, stopping only to maintain the existing displays. During this time, he did not create one single new mannequin.
Samantha was making quite a name for herself in the store. All the staff knew her by this name: nympho. Geoff would overhear conversations of the staff of how she brazenly flirted with customers. Rumors flew that she was bisexual. And, apparently, she had no previous management experience. She was allegedly promoted from within the company. People wondered how Gloria could hire such a person.
The time for the opening of the new boutique was a week away when Geoff approached Gloria in her office. “Gloria, I’ve think I’m close to perfecting a way to ship our mannequins to Chicago without danger of damage or misplaced parts.”
“Really? That’s great, Geoffrey! What is it?” Gloria inquired enthusiastically.
“Well, when we got our last shipment of mannequins in, I was dismayed at the way they were packaged. Parts loosely packed in straw with handwritten labels on each part. Those pieces could have been lost and I wouldn’t want that to happen to any of my mannequins, so I’ve built a machine that will take care of that. I’m almost finished with it. When I’m done and I’ve tested it, I’ll let you know.”
Gloria smiled. Then she frowned. “How long will this take? We’ll need to ship them off in the next few days.”
“I know, but I’ll be ready. I’ll be working in my workshop and should make the deadline,” Geoff reassured Gloria.
“But, you’ll miss the company party tonight, celebrating our new boutique opening,” Gloria reminded him. “It wouldn’t seem right if you weren’t there. After all, your mannequins put us on the map.”
“I’m sorry Gloria, I need to finish this if were going to make it on time.” Then, seeing her disappointed look, he sighed. “Alright, I’ll try to pop in for a bit, I promise.”
“Good. Now, I’ll go and mark the mannequins I want to ship to Chicago. I know you’re attached to some of them, dear, but I can arrange a sabbatical to the Windy City for occasional reunions,” she said with a smile. Geoff smiled back and she embraced him.
Geoff emerged from his workshop after hours to collect the mannequins that Gloria had selected for shipment. He heard music and conversation coming from the direction of the staff lounge. He moved about quickly so that he could keep his promise to Gloria.
As he moved about the store, he came across a mannequin that had a pink tag tied to its wrist. As he moved in closer, he found out that Gloria had selected Janet to be shipped. Missy, standing near, also had a pink tag attached. He wheeled the two back to his shop and then returned to search the store further. This was kind of like an Easter egg hunt!
Further hunting brought Geoff to the lingerie department. Sure enough, Heather had been chosen. Jan’s wrist had been adorned with a pink tag as well. Finally, with a touch of sadness in his heart, Geoff discovered his favorite —Amanda— the final choice for shipment to Chicago.
His stride was a little
slower as he wheeled Amanda back to the workshop. “I’m going to miss you, Amanda.
I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for you. But, Gloria said that I could
come visit you and your friends often in Chicago, so don’t worry. We’ll see
each other again.” He paused to hold her in front of him as he passionately
kissed her plastic lips. Inside her mind, Amanda was crying and saying her
goodbyes as well.
He stood her up and posed her facing the far wall. As he spun her around, she caught a quick glimpse of an apparatus she had not seen in the workshop before. As she stood there wondering what her life in Chicago would be like, she felt Geoff strip her clothes off. She could her the sounds of the other mannequin-girls being relieved of their clothing as well.
Amanda once again became lost in her thoughts as Geoff continued his preparations. Then she heard him lifting one of her friends off their stand. She was trying to guess his activities according to the sounds she heard, as her field of vision was only the opposing wall. She deduced that he had laid the mannequin-girl on a table or something and some buttons being pushed. She heard Geoff utter “Here goes nothing…” before the sound of switch being triggered went off.
The next series of sound were completely foreign to Amanda. At least the first part of it was. It almost sounded like a hydraulic paper punch machine that she had seen in a paper mill. The second part was maybe like a Xerox machine, only a little faster.
“Kathunk!—— Whirrrrr! Kathunk!—— Whirrrrr!” That was the sound Amanda heard about 10 times before it halted. Then the next sound triggered the memory of visiting the local newspaper building when she was a kid, when the papers went sliding along a conveyor belt. The final sequence was a low hum followed by a slight hissing sound. Then there was silence.
“Perfect! It worked perfectly!” she could hear Geoff exclaim. Just then he walked into her view, carrying a large frame in front of him and leaned it against the far wall. He stepped back to look at it for a moment, and then walked out of her line of sight. It was then she could see what he was carrying.
The light reflected off the shiny surface of the frame. It looked like a life size photo of the Heather-mannequin. “What’s he doing? Taking photos of us for his portfolio?” Amanda thought to herself. “He’s so sentimental.”
The series of “kathunks” and “whirrrrrs” began again. Then with the final “hum” and “hiss”, the silence returned and Geoff walked over and placed another frame in front of the first one. As he moved out of the way, Amanda could see that this time, Missy’s life size photo was framed.
The series of sound repeated again and now, Janet’s lovely mannequin likeness was framed. Amanda thought this was a bit much. What’s Gloria going to think when she sees all these pictures of mannequins? She knew Geoff was eccentric, but come on!
Amanda’s thoughts were interrupted with the “hiss” indicating that another photo was completed. And just like the others, her friend Jan’s mannequin image was framed and propped up with the others.
“I saved the best for last, my lovely Amanda,” Geoff cooed as he lifted his former secretary off her stand. As he carried her, she was able to take in the sight of the apparatus she had received only a glimpse of earlier.
The front of the gizmo had a metal housing with a long, very phallic looking device protruding from it. It extended until it was halfway across a flat metal plate. This appeared to be a carriage, as it laid on a conveyor belt that lead to another metal housing. Just above the plate, hanging from the ceiling, was a large metal box, the same size as the plate, with dark tinted glass on its underbelly. On top of the second housing was a stack of large fiberglass rectangles. On its side was a large roll of clear plastic, the same length of the rectangles, feeding directly into a side slit in the second housing.
Amanda was still surveying the machine as Geoff began pressing some buttons on a side panel of the first housing. Suddenly, there was a loud “POP!” and the slight humming of the machine died. The overhead lights went out, leaving the room illuminated only by the shop light on Geoff’s worktable. Apparently, it was on a different circuit.
“Dammit! The circuit breaker must of have blown!” Geoff turned to leave, grabbing a flashlight as he went. He stopped to look at Amanda. “Don’t go anywhere, my sweet,” he smiled as he exited.
Meanwhile, at the Company Party…
Since every guy at the party knew Samantha’s reputation, her luck in getting laid tonight was fast dwindling. Faced with that possibility, Samantha indulged in the endless supply of martinis. While consuming her tenth one, she suddenly noticed that Geoff was nowhere to be seen. She wondered if he was in his workshop. She decided to pay him a visit and see if she could coax him into a tour of his beloved work area. If she played her cards right, they would be doing the “Horizontal Mambo” before the end of the night. The intoxicated nympho slipped away from the party to Geoff’s private workshop.
Upon arriving, she encountered the door with the sign “Authorized Personnel Only – No Admittance” on its face. Above the doorknob was an electronic keypad. Samantha looked at it and, in frustration, pulled on the doorknob. To her surprise, it opened! Apparently the power loss affected the locking system. Samantha let herself into Geoff’s forbidden territory.
“Hello?” she called out softly. Amanda was startled by her voice. “Anyone here?” Samantha continued. As she entered in, she saw the soft glow of the shop light filling the room. To her, in her drunken and aroused state, this was romantic mood lighting. To her, Geoff had planned this and was waiting to surprise her. She decided that she would turn the tables and give him a big, sexy surprise.
She looked around further. She stumbled past Amanda, bumping her slightly. Amanda’s stiffened figure wobbled slightly. Amanda watched as Samantha stepped around the apparatus. Amanda noticed Samantha’s sluttish attire. She wore a red dress with an off-the-shoulder tight bustier top, flaring out to a flowing, yet incredibly short hemline. The dress showed off her 36C breasts and her shapely tan pantyhose-clad legs. Her red stiletto heels must have been about 6”, Amanda guessed.
Samantha eyed the machine with a quizzical look. “What’s this thing do?” she asked aloud. Then she noticed the phallic tip on the end of the protruding rod from the first housing. “This looks interesting! I wonder how you turn it on?” She began pressing buttons on the side panel. She flipped the switch, but nothing happened. “Oh well, I don’t need batteries to get some usage out of this vibrator!” She said, her speech slightly slurred from the alcohol.
She positioned herself on the plate and found that she could lie on her back and the “dildo” end of the rod could penetrate her sex easily if she made slight thrusting movements with her hips. As she laid back, her wavy, strawberry blonde hair, formed a pillow under her head. She closed her eyes and lifted her skirt to reveal that she was not wearing panties under her sheer tan pantyhose.
“God, she is such a little whore!” Amanda thought as Samantha began bucking back and forth on the appliance. She moaned and pulled down the waistband of her hosiery while fingering her clit. Her tits were now fully exposed. She was building herself to quite a climax as she thought about Geoff coming in and discovering her pleasuring herself.
Suddenly, the overhead lights snapped back on. With the power returned, the apparatus hummed to life. Samantha had inadvertently activated the sequence on the side panel and Amanda watched as she heard the familiar sounds accompany the sight before her. The rod pumped forward, burying itself in Samantha’s cunt with a “Kathunk!”
“Ohhh!” chirped Samantha as her eyes opened widely and her mouth curving into an “O” shape.
Along with the subsequent “Whirrrr!”, Amanda saw the dark glass over the metal plate emit a purplish scanning beam that quickly moved up and down Samantha’s figure. Samantha’s expression and position remain unchanged as the rod retracted and then immediately pumped forward again with a “Kathunk!”
“Ohhh!” Samantha cried, this time a little louder. The purplish light moved across her body again. “Whirrrr!”
“Kathunk!” “Ohhh!” “Whirrrr!” “Kathunk!” “Ohhh!” “Whirrrrr!” The apparatus relentlessly continued its operation on the helpless Samantha. With each cry, her voice seemed to become a little quieter, almost muffled.
As Amanda watched, she noticed something was definitely happening to Samantha’s body. With each pass of the purplish light, her body seemed to be losing depth while maintaining its shape. She almost looked as if she were deflating, her body becoming flatter and flatter. Then it dawned on her. Those weren’t pictures of her mannequin friends propped against the wall. They were their actual figures, flattened by this apparatus! Why would Geoff do such a thing?
Amanda turned her attention back to Samantha. The strawberry blonde nympho was looking less and less like a woman and more like a life-size poster of herself. Even her clothes were flattening along with her. There were only a few more cycles of the rod and light before she would become flat as a pancake.
“Kathunk!”
“MMMmmph!”
“Whirrrrr!”
“Kathunk!”
“Mmmph!”
“Whirrrrr!”
“Kathunk!”
“Mm…”
“Whirrrrr!”
“Kathunk!”
No cry.
“Whirrrrr!”
At that moment, Geoff returned and, seeing what had happened, hit the emergency “off” switch on the side panel. The machine stopped and Geoff walked over and looked at the flattened form of Samantha.
She
lay there on the plate, unmoving, with her hand pulling down her pantyhose.
Her other hand pressed (literally) against her clit. Her legs were spread in
a very inviting pose, her delicate feet pressed and molded within the high heel
shoes. Her soft hair framed her face, still frozen in a mixture of surprise
and pleasure.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Holy shit! Samantha, what did you do?” Geoff spoke aloud.
Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps. He quickly looked around and threw a sheet on top of Samantha’s scandalous one-dimensional form.
Gloria walked in just as he was turning around. “Your door was
left open, Geoff. Is anything wrong?”
“No, no. The circuit breaker tripped and I had to reset it, that’s all. I guess I taxed the electricity with my new invention.” Geoff said as he tried to suppress his anxiety.
Gloria looked over at the machine and took a step toward it and the sheet that was covering Samantha. Geoff quickly grabbed her arm and ushered her over to the framed, flattened forms of Heather, Janet, Missy and Jan. “See? It worked! These are the mannequins you chose for shipment and my device has reduced them to a more transportable form!”
“You. . . crushed them, Geoffrey?” Gloria spoke with concern in her voice.
“No, no. I wouldn’t do that. My device inserts a probe into the mannequin’s nether region. The probe detects the “3rd dimension” molecule in the mannequin’s form. A laser then begins removing the molecules from the mannequin until it reaches the desired thickness. Then, my machine rolls the mannequins’ form into this chamber,” Geoff narrated as he motioned to the second metal housing.
“The fiberglass rectangles are extremely durable and lightweight. The machine laminates the mannequin onto the rectangle, perfectly preserving the figure, making them ready for shipment. This way, no parts are lost because they aren’t disassembled.”
Gloria just stood there in silence with a look of astonishment. “That’s incredible, Geoff! And once you get them to their destination, you can restore them to 3-dimensional form?”
“That’s right. I’ll go along with the first shipment of mannequins and supervise the process personally. I’ll also make sure that the new boutique meets the visual merchandising standards that we’ve established here.”
Gloria looked around and saw Amanda standing there. “Oh, you still have one more, I see! Well, let’s see your machine in action!” she said as she marched toward Amanda.
“Oh, no, I can get that, Gloria,” Geoff said nervously as he grabbed her arm.
“Don’t be ridiculous! I want to see!” she declared as she pulled from Geoff’s grasp. She noticed the sheet lying on the machine. “You don’t need this here!” she stated as she pulled the cloth off the plate.
“No, don’t!” Geoff cried. It was too late. Gloria now saw the compressed body of Samantha. She stood there in stunned silence.
“It was an accident, Gloria, really! She must have walked in during the power failure. When I got back from the breaker box, this is how I found her. I’m really sorry!” Geoff continued to apologize until Gloria raised her hand to silence him.
“Is she dead?” Gloria asked, rather coolly.
“I d-don’t know. I didn’t check,” Geoff replied, surprised at Gloria’s demeanor. He bent over Samantha and touched her wrist that lay on her torso. It still felt like soft flesh and her hand bent limply as Geoff checked her pulse. It was very faint, but still there. He let go of her wrist and it flopped down on top of her breast. He checked her carotid pulse as well. It was faint but existent.
“Thank God, she’s still alive. But since she’s not made of plastic, her flat form is flimsy and flexible, not rigid like the others. I could try to reverse the process. It should work,” he said as he moved toward the control panel.
“That won’t be necessary, Geoff,” Gloria said with an icy tone. “If she’s alive, she’s probably aware of what we are saying right now, isn’t she?”
“I s-suppose so. Why?” queried Geoff.
Gloria ignored Geoff’s question as she walked closer to Samantha’s limp form. “Well, now, Ms. Gold digger. It seems as if I’ve been given a chance to silence you and your tramp-like ways for good. You thought you could take advantage of my store and me. Well, this is what you get! Now, I’ll keep you as a trophy and a warning to any other stupid bimbo who gets in my way!”
Geoff was becoming slightly aroused as he listened to Gloria gloat over the flattened girl. He didn’t like Samantha anyway and the idea of her being a living pin-up for Gloria’s amusement thrilled him further.
Gloria looked up at Geoff and smiled. He smiled back. “Laminate the bitch!” Gloria commanded. Geoff’s smile broadened. He then snapped to attention and saluted her.
“Aye, aye!” he shouted and switched the apparatus on. The metal plate with Samantha’s body moved across the conveyor belt and into the second housing. With a “hum” and “hiss” the framed and laminated nympho Samantha emerged into Gloria’s waiting hands.
She lifted up the frame and looked into Samantha’s face. “I know the perfect place I’ll hang you, my little slut! There’s a spot on the wall in my den at home. Thank you Geoffrey, for this little gift. Carry on and let me know if you need anything!” she said as she exited the workshop.
Geoff
had to chuckle as he saw Samantha’s wide-eyed expression staring from over Gloria’s
shoulder. He wondered what she must have been thinking.
“Now, Amanda, its your turn, my sweet. I designed this to give you and your friends some pleasure while preparing you for your trip to Chicago. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being damaged or parts of you lost.”
Amanda was still reeling from the scene that she had witnessed. But she did manage to hear Geoff’s words to her and the genuine concern for her well-being. She was still a little apprehensive about the process, but she found herself saying, “I trust you Geoff. Take good care of me,” as if he could still hear her.
Before she knew it, Amanda was placed on the metal plate. Her legs were positioned so that the rod was directly in front of her sex. Geoff activated the machine and the rod surged forward, poking into the area where her sex used to be. The smooth expanse of plastic that it was now gave way to the rod’s intrusion and it almost felt to Amanda that she had been penetrated. As the rod retracted, her doll like crotch resumed its shape. The light passed over her body and Amanda began feeling a strange sensation.
It felt as if she were sinking into the metal plate. The light produced a warm sensation over her body while the rod continued to pump into her sex. This was the closest thing to actual sex that she had experienced in a long time. She embraced the sensations totally and by the time she was completely flattened, she climaxed hard. She climaxed several times. She was still climaxing as she slid along the conveyor belt into the laminating chamber. Her mental sigh and the “hiss” of the machine were almost synchronized as she emerged from the machine into Geoff’s loving hands. She felt herself propped up against the wall and, as Geoff kissed her lips, she fell asleep.
The opening of the boutique was a huge success. The store took in over $75,000 on its first day. People were constantly staring at the display mannequins, trying to figure if they were real or not. Jan had almost been tipped over by a little girl demanding that her mommy help the “poor frozen lady.”
Geoff had placed Amanda, Jan and Heather in lingerie once more in the same outfits they had worn at the Beverly Hills store. Missy and Janet were no longer in eveningwear. Geoff had them moved to swimwear. Missy wore a yellow polka dot bikini. It had a French cut that made her legs look impossibly long. “She wore an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini…” sang Missy mentally. Janet wore an emerald green one-piece suit that showed off her breasts. Geoff just loved her in that color. She overheard some women say as they walked past, “God, I wish I had a body like that redhead!” The smile that was frozen on Janet’s face seemed to glow brighter.
After closing on the first day, Geoff stayed behind after all the staff had left. He made a point of visiting each of his “dolls” and talking with them about their day and apologizing if the flattening process was unpleasant in any way.
When he got to Amanda and apologized to her, she wished that Geoff could hear her thoughts. What he would have heard her say would’ve been:
“Geoff, I think
I speak for all the girls when I say…if you need to ship any mannequins out
again— PICK ME! PICK ME!”
The End