To be honest, this one turned out pretty janky but I just fancied doing an inanimate TF, since it's been a while.<br />------<br />&nbsp; &nbsp;Mutable Morphology Syndrome and social anxiety seldom go well together, least of all when shopping for lingerie for my girlfriend. I did my best to prepare before venturing to the store, taking my anti-anxiety medication and setting my watch to alert me if my heartrate rose dangerously high.<br /> Medication or not, the colour still rises in my face as I browse past racks of crotchless panties and sex toys. This is so embarrassing. The watch starts to bleep. My fingers tingle, the tell-tale prelude to a change. I try not to think what I have the potential to change into in a place like this. I grab the first pair of panties and bra I see, and hurry to pay.<br /> The cashier starts to make smalltalk but I just zone out and focus on breathing. It's helping. My heart rate slowly stabilizes. I pay, receive my giftbox-wrapped unmentionables, and run for the door.<br /> "Enjoy your purchase," the cashier calls.<br /> "You too," I absentmindedly reply.<br /> The cringe tips me over the edge. A step from the exit, my body stiffens as my flesh turns to cold, hard plastic. I am just a mannequin wearing a bleeping watch, at least until the panic fades.<br /> "Who left this here?" inquires the cashier to herself. Her hands grip my waist and lift me into the store window between two other mannequins. To my horror, she starts to undress me in full view of the street. Oh god. Men turn to look as they pass. She picks up the fallen giftbox in confusion, and begins to dress me in the lingerie intended for my girlfriend. Being dress like this is almost worse than nudity.<br /> Two sharp cracks come from my shoulders. The bleep of my watch fades as she carries my arms into the backroom for use on a different mannequin.