Girl turned into mannequin

I run a clothing store ranging in apparel from adult women, all the way down to little girls. I have one employee under me, a 19 year old girl named Kaitlyn, who has been working here for around a month by now. As for the store itself, it has been open for roughly three months, with decent, albeit not amazing sales.

I watched as a mother and daughter entered the store, with the girl claiming to Kaitlyn that she was so excited to get new clothes before school started. The mother said that the girl was beginning her first year of middle school, and wanted to make sure she stood out from everyone else. Kaitlyn smiled, and began helping the mother and daughter around as I stood against an adjacent wall. I decided this girl would be excellent for what I had planned.

I told Kaitlyn that she had a call waiting, which prompted her to leave for the time being. I approached the mother and offered to pay her daughter some money if she was willing to do just a couple pictures for our online store. The women sighed, wanting to turn it down, but I remained persistent, telling her that the pay would be excellent. Eventually she said that it was fine with her, so long as her daughter wanted to do it as well. To no surprise, the little girl was thrilled to be selected for the job.

The mother was asked to wait outside the changing room until the pictures were done. The girl, who I had learned whose name was Tessa, was dressed in a cute red skirt and a black top, personally handpicked by herself. I announced that I was set up, and asked her to pose with her right foot slightly in front of her left, and her left hand placed close to, but not quite around her waist, with the right remaining right at her side. I told her to keep a neutral expression and to stay perfectly still before I took the first picture.

"How are you doing Tessa?" I called out. With hearing no response, I looked up, seeing the girl continuing to hold her same position. I began walking up to her, leading me to notice that her skin seemed a fair bit paler. I placed my hand on her bare shoulder and was pleasantly greeted by the feeling of plastic. I smiled, admiring my work before leaving the changing room. I was glad to see that the mother of the former girl was leaving the store, seemingly confused as to what she was there for.

Entering the changing room again, I began to undress the figure. Not only was it now just a girl shaped piece of plastic, but all the needed adjustments had been made, with the genitals and nipples being smoothed away, and separation points being formed in all the necesary locations. I smiled seeing the lifeless mannequin, giving it's chest one brief touch before calling Kaitlyn in.

"Could you get this mannequin put out in the elementary school section?" I asked, to which she obliged. While Kaitlyn had just moments earlier spoken to this little girl, she didn't seem to recall a thing. Additionally, even with Tessa's wants of being a stand out on her first day of middle school, she had never started, meaning I felt she belonged modeling the same fashions that countless other 11 year old girls would be wanting to wear.

Now, this was my first time doing this, although I had no plans on it being my last, a month later and our sales were improving, with a mannequin formerly known as Tessa standing in the front display window in the same attire she had chosen to wear for her manufacturing day. If she was alive or not still, I have no idea, and quite personally, I didn't care. Tessa was just a mannequin now, and she would remain that way forever. Every now and then I'd go up to her after hours and give her a nice check up to make sure her body was in good condition. Her small breasts looked excellent, and her butt was pronounced just enough for her age.

Soon, I planned to add some new displays, as one lifelike mannequin mixed with many clear fakes was certainly a red flag. I noticed a few days later when a beautiful teen girl walked in with two girls much younger. With haste, I approached them, as I knew it was time for my collection to grow.