A Model Employee

    The rest of the afternoon at work was informative as I studied the command sheet. About an hour after Brooke gave it to me she came back to offer me another training partner, this time a buxom red-head she called Sandra. I considered it for a moment, but decided that any more hands-on experience that day would would prove more distracting than beneficial, Brooke offered to leave her in the room should I change my mind, but even that I had to decline. I did make a mental note to get some alone time with Sandra though, as I'd decided to do with every 'girl' I'd seen in the shop so far, and there were a couple of commands that could make those encounters particularly interesting.

    I re-read the sheets a few times before 5 rolled around and I heard a knock on the workroom door. Quickly stashing the sheets in a nearby drawer I called out "come on in!". The door opened a crack I heard Lin ask, "Hey Tim, still up for grabbing some coffee?"

"Sure Lin, but you know you can come in right?"

    The door opens a touch more as Lin's head appears, her hands in front of her eyes, she says in a sing-song tone "you sure I'm not going to see anything untoward in here Mr. Mannequin Lover?" Her mouth settles into a wide grin as she pulls her hands away from her eyes to reveal she's keeping them closed, though she steps into the room and closes the door behind her.

    Rolling my eyes I laugh at her playfulness, "If that were the case I wouldn't say 'come on in!' I was expecting you right now, so I'd say come join me Ms. Mannequin Kisser."

    Lin's eyes shot open in mock surprise with her mouth forming a perfect O shape, and at that moment a phrase from a special section in the command sheets floats into my head, and before I truly process what I'm doing, my vocal chords bring the words into existence "display dummy assessment."

    Lin says nothing in response, which was kind of the point. She stood exactly where she was when I said the phrase, maintaining her pose just like a fully processed mannequin would, only she was still breathing and had to make an effort to keep still. I stared at the helpless girl for a while, or maybe I should rephrase: I stared at the flesh-and-blood mannequin for a while. The phrase I'd been so quick to say having brought the mannequin personality implanted within her to the forefront of her mind. My baser instincts wanted me to strip her down and put her to use like the doll she'd become, then carry her frozen form to Brooke so I could have her fully under my control. Brooke would probably have approved of that course of action, I mused. My moral side, if it can be called that, won out though and after a minute or two of taking in Lin's stilled beauty I said "dummy assessment complete."

"Are you insinuating that I would stoop so low as to get off with a piece of plastic?" Lin says, half-laughing, without missing a beat.

"Well I would assume from what you said earlier that you'd prefer plastic to rubber."

    Lin laughs and playfully slaps at me. "Alright, you can keep up with me, good to know. And I hope you don't mind that I've changed my mind about the coffee."

    I open my mouth but no words come out, though I admit that Brooke wants to put you on a pedestal did cross my mind.

    Lin laughs again, "Sorry Tim, I'm half joking around, I do want to hang out today, I just want a hot-chocolate instead. A customer came in today with a fancy looking one from somewhere over on king street. She said it has chili peppers in it and I want to try it out. You up for a walk?"

"Sure, I'm not attached to any particular drink."

"Cool. Give me a few minutes to get changed back into what you were starting at me in this morning and we can get going." She says with a sly smile.

"I've got no objections to that. I'll see you outside the store then."

    Lin nodded and headed off to change. A few minutes later she emerged from the store, her prim blouse and trousers traded in for her tank-top and boy-shorts again. "Ready to walk?" She asked, before turning her head to look at the store's window display. "I think Brooke liked your initial display in the store, she riffed on it a bit with Tina and Cindy here."

    In my excitement to head off with Lin I hadn't thought to look in the window, but I found it to be much the same as when I had arrived the previous day: Cindy, dressed like an employee and wearing what I figured was her old name tag, was tying off the bottom of a two piece bikini on Tina. Only this time Cindy was as rigid as her partner. Before I can comment Lin continues "You may have started a trend of mannequins as employees here Tim. Wonder if I'll come in tomorrow and find a plastic woman working the counter."

    I made the mistake of picturing Cindy in all her plastic glory serving customers in the store alongside a plasticized Lin, and regretted the image as I began to feel some discomfort from my groin. A fact that didn't go unnoticed by Lin, much to my embarrassment. "Calm down there Tim," she rolls her eyes as she laughs "I don't think Cindy or Laura are going to be getting down from their displays anytime soon to join me on the floor. Now lets get you out of here before I lose your attention to a dummy." With that she grabs my hand and pulls me away from the store. She doesn't let go of my hand until we make it out of the mall, but I do notice she takes a bit of a winding route out of the shopping centre, and passes by a few of my favourite stores for 'window shopping'. Once we hit the street she lets go, but turns to me and smiles "did you enjoy my little tour?"

    So it was a deliberate route. I muse that converting this girl was either going to be extremely easy, or incredibly difficult as even in this short time I had to admit I was falling for her. "Its an old beaten path for me I have to admit. There's some fine displays in a few of those stores." I respond to her question with a bit of a lecherous inflection.

    She laughs again, a sound I am quickly becoming addicted to by this point. "I should have known you'd know where all the best plastic beauties are located already. Still, none of them beat Dusk. I don't know where Brooke sources her dummies but I kind of want one for myself." Lin feels like she's staring through me as a longing look forms on her face.

    I figure there won't really be a better opportunity than this to test the waters for my wager with Brooke, so I ask "What if you could have one? But if you ever used her sexually you'd wind up plastic yourself."