As the two younger girls branched off, I approached the remaining girl and asked if she needed help with anything. She mentioned that she was babysitting these two twins, and that they had wanted to come shopping. I aksed her name, to which she replied with Kelsey. I told her that I could offer her a pretty good discount if she was able to help me out with something. When she asked what I needed, I told her that I needed some new pictures for our online store, and asked if she would model for them. She seemed a little excited, and agreed.

I had her change into a black dress that extended just beyond her thighs. I asked if she could pose with a neutral expression with her hands both at her side, and her head just slightly tilted to the side. She did just as I asked, and I took her picture. I called out to her, "How are you doing Kelsey?" to which no response came. I approached the teen and was excited to see clear separations had formed at her neck and shoulders. I placed my hand on her shoulder and was happy to feel nothing but plastic. I left the new mannequin where it was and went out to find the two girls before they left the store.

It only took a minute, but I found them in the children's section, admiring the white dress and black tights that were being worn by a mannequin that just a month ago was a girl named Tessa. I approached the two girls, and asked them what their names were. Their names were Ellen and Julia, and I learned that they were each 8 years old. I asked them if they would come with me, to which they each did. I handed them identical outfits to the mannequin they were looking at, and asked them if they would model for a picture for me. They happily went to change and minutes later they were standing ready for their picture. I asked them to pose opposite one another, with Ellen hovering her right hand by her waist and Julia hovering her left similarly. I told them not to smile, and I took the picture of the two of them. "Julia. Ellen. How are you two doing?" When I heard no response I approached the two girls, walking up to Julia first. I placed my right hand on her shoulder and was happy to feel that it was just plastic. I checked Ellen as well, and she was the same. I then walked back over to the mannequin that was formerly Kelsey and began undressing it. I was happy to see that there were no nipples and no genitals to be seen, as they had been smoothed away. Reaching from behind I grabbed the two now blank plastic mounds on its chest, complimenting their generous size. I walked back over to the two twins then, stopping first at Julia. I pulled the dress off and was happy to see that her nipples had disappeared as well. I then pulled the tights down the now plastic legs, and then removed her panties. As it was hard to see clearly due to her short height, I reached under and felt just smooth plastic where her genitals once were. I followed the same process with Ellen, to which I was happy to find the same results were true.

I redressed the mannequins, taking my time as to admire and feel all of their plastic selves. I then called for Kaitlyn to help take them to their designated locations in the store.

It has since been two weeks since I added the three new mannequins to our inventory, and thankfully so. In that time, Kaitlyn had accidentally knocked over the mannequin that was formerly Tessa, and the head had been severely damaged. Unfortunately, it no longer was able to be attached to the body, and as such, forced me to retire the mannequin, but rather than throwing it all away, I kept the remainder of the mannequin in my office as decoration. I would enjoy having a mannequin that I could dress up and feel whenever I wanted, and the headless mannequin never complained.

Kelsey was placed in the teen section where she attracted various high school customers. Ellen and Julia were placed in the kids section, being used in the same display wearing their same identical outfits. A part of me felt sorry for the two 8 year old mannequins, but one brief stroke of their perfectly smooth crotches, and I knew that I was mistaken. After all, even if they were still alive, it was impossible for them to ever walk or even breathe like people ever again, so I felt no problem in taking pride in my work.