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"Of course not, ya doof! What's the point of a selfie when the purpose is to stay still? It's gotta be a video."
The camera focused on the skinny woman, her light blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. The tips were colored blue.
"Fine, I'm recording, though I still don't see the point," said the male voice behind the camera.

The woman, dressed in denim overalls and a loose short white t-shirt, was standing next to some display dummies. "Okay, tell me when- wait, how's my-"
"Freeze!" said the male voice, snapping his fingers. The girl instantly stopped, hand touching her hair. She was quite good at this- she didn't even blink.

"I still don't get this," said the man holding the camera. "Maybe I should liven it up?" The camera moved, being set down to show the girl's whole body, and the speaker, stepped forward, his well-trimmed goatee revealing him as the Magician. "She doesn't fit in at all. We're in the lingerie section." He unbuttoned her overalls and let them slide down her legs to the floor as she continued to stand, unmoving. Beneath, she wore pink bikini-style panties. Her T-shirt came down to just above her belly button. He pulled it up to just under her breasts, before stopping.

"No, that won't work," the Magician mused, then pulled a pen from his pocket, and traced two lines, high up her upper arms, near her shoulders. Firmly grasping her unmoving body, he twisted her left arm, using her elbow for leverage, then pulled. The soft flesh parted at the line, and her arm slid off, a screw in the end slipping out of a hole in the stump. He set it down, and repeated the process with her right arm. Her expression remained unchanged and frozen throughout.

He quickly traced another line with the pen around her abdomen, right through her belly button, then, grasping the shoulder stumps, turned her upper body a full 180 degrees away from the camera, before pulling off her shirt to reveal her bare back, her shoulder blades dusted with faint freckles. With a pull, the Magician removed her upper body from her hips, and pulled it off camera, leaving her lower body, wearing only the pink panties, overalls around her ankles, still standing stiff, wobbling slightly from the change in weight and balance.

There was some rustling, and her top was placed back on, now wearing a bustier. He turned it forwards again, revealing her breasts being pushed up by the lingerie. "That's good advertising for the underwear- see how it makes her boobs look bigger?" the Magician winked at the camera.

"Still not quite right, yet..." With a quick tracing of his pen, he drew a line around the woman's neck, then, stepping behind her, gently grasped her head with firm hands at her cheeks, and turned, then lifted. Her head, face still unchanged, lifted off in his hands, and he set it gently down on its side, before pulling a faceless head off one of the display figures. He put it on her shoulders and twisted it into place, then picked up her head, and screwed it onto the headless dummy, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"What are you doing, boss?" A woman's voice called at that moment, and someone picked up the camera.

"Oh, there you are! Skye wanted to do the Mannequin Challenge, whatever that is. I thought I'd help."

"You're doing it completely wrong, you know."
"I thought I was-"
"Here, stand beside her-"
The camera wobbled and turned, then focused on the Magician and Marisol standing on either side of Skye's armless body, the blank head on her shoulders. Marisol stuck her tongue out.

"Okay, boss- can you grab her purse? I've still got a ton of clothes to try on, but want to post this for her first."

"Oh, good idea! It'll make it easier to identify her parts if anyone moves them while we're away; I'm going to check out another store. She should be fine, don't you think?"

The camera focused on Skye's head, expression still frozen, on the other mannequin. "Yeah, she's-"

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