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A Mannequin's Life Epilogue: 32 Years Later
After refurbishing and leasing the mannequin she turned Taylor in to a couple more times Abby never came to pick him up from the lingerie store she had last leased him to. Over time some of Taylor's limbs got switched out with the other mannequins limbs in the store in an effort by the store owner to change the displays up from time to time. A decade or so passed like this and the store moved to a newer and bigger location. Taylor and the rest of the mannequins never made it to that new store. The owner chose to buy new display fixtures instead and sell the old ones. A couple of them were purchased by people off of the street and a couple of the more beat up mannequins never sold and wound in the trash dumpster. Taylor and one other mannequin were purchased by a second-hand clothing store. His new owner wasn't all that concerned with the appearance of the mannequins she purchased so over years Taylor appearance slowly degraded to the point where he was thrown in the trash.
Fortune smiled on Taylor though because after his scuffed, chipped, cracked and battered form had been in the dumpster for a couple of days a woman fished his plastic pieces out and took him to her store. Taylor's disassembled parts rested on a workbench for a few weeks as his new owner slowly refurbished each individual piece in her spare time and he was eventually re-assembled and placed in a store window once again. This time Taylor's inert, female form was given a new look and was showing off kinky outfits in his new owner's fetish shop. Eventually the store failed and this time Taylor's owner did not try to sell him. She just set him outside still wearing some of an outfit and left him there.
The mannequin was once again picked up by somebody and was placed in a pile in the corner of an empty room where the person lived.
“Hey Jack!” said a person that just walked in to the house and stopped in from of Taylor shouted.”
“Yes Steve?” Came the reply from a few rooms away.
“Where in the hell did this mannequin come from and why do you have it?” Steve said with annoyance at his roommate.
“Dude, it was sitting in front of that fetish store that went out of business.” Was the reply.
“Okaaaaaaay... That didn't answer why you brought it here. Don't we have enough clutter?” Steve complained.
Jack walked in to the room with Steve and said, “I'm going to throw all but the torso away and I'm going to cut some holes and mount some speakers in it! A speaker where each of its boobs are and a bigger one in its stomach. Then I figured I'd sand it down and paint it gold. I found another mannequin torso earlier today so I'll have a matching set of speakers for my stereo! Sounds pretty cool right?” Jack finished.
“Whatever dude... As long as you don't put your 'new' speakers in the living room I don't care. You got time for some Battlefield 15 action?” Steve asked, changing the subject.
Jack said, “Hell yeah!” and they both left the room leaving the mannequin where it rested. Forgotten for now.