Well shit. This wasn't supposed to happen.

What wasn't? Your boyfriend sticking the tip of a mannequin stand in your ass?

What? Who's there? How are you in my head?

I'm his girlfriend.

He cheated on me? And turned me into this?

No, he cheated on *me*. I was supposed to be his one and only, but then he got himself a flesh and blood girlfriend.

Look, hussy, show yourself. And how are you hearing me?

I *can't* show myself, I'm as immobile as you are. And I don't know why mannequins can communicate with each other, but we can.

You're a mannequin too? Oh gods, he's changed other women?

No. You're the first. I've always been a mannequin.

How could you be his girlfriend if you're a mannequin?

He was lonely one night in the store, I was around to ease the loneliness. Then it became a habit, and I started to become aware.

So you were just his plastic sex toy. He wasn't cheating on me!

I was *more* than a sex toy. He'd talk to me, dress me up as if going on dates, take his time undressing me and making sure I felt good too...

He *is* good at that.

I know. Then you came along and took him away from me.

Maybe he wanted a real woman? Did he even know you were aware?

No. He wants a fake one, hence the pole in your ass. I just helped him realize that, even though he didn't know I was doing it

What?

I noticed that if I thought about certain things enough when he was with me, he'd just do them. So when I noticed you, I thought hard about having him give you a stand.

You bitch!

Now now, calm down. Your fate is still in my hands after all.

Have him take me off!

Oh, I will. But not before you're done. I don't need competition from a human, but I don't mind sharing him with a fellow mannequin. And I could use a display partner I can talk to. But if you piss me off I'll have him sell you.

Please, I'll leave him. I'll let you have him, just let me go.

That would break his heart, I can't do that to him. You'll just have to live with being his plastic side-piece. Or be sold to some lingerie store somewhere. Your call. Oh, and he's coming back.

Babe!

"Hi honey, looks like you're almost done. It's time to introduce you to my first girlfriend. Maddie."

Babe, let me go.

He can't hear you dear.

"I know you're probably wondering what you did to deserve this, but it wasn't you. I was weak, I cheated on her. This is to make it up to her."

Babe, she's controlling you!

Still can't hear you.

"It must be tough for you, so I've got something here to make things easier. Let me just put these headphones on..."

What is he doing?

Honestly? I'm not sure.

Oh, oh gods. It's a script...

Mannequins are happy on display. Mannequins have no need to move. Mannequins are made to look good. I am a mannequin. I am happy on display. I have no need to move. I am made to look good...

Shit! If you listen to that too long I won't have anyone to talk to, and *I* can hear it too! Fuck fuck fuck!

Get him to stop this!

I need to concentrate to do that, and it takes time. Just resist as long as you can...

Two weeks later...

"Hi babes, how was the widow today? It's Maddie's turn in bed, Kait, you keep drawing eyes your way until tomorrow."

Display was great owner! Have fun with Maddie, I'll keep looking good.

Owner wants me? I wonder what he'll dress me in tonight. I'm sure I'll display it well.

Image made with stable diffusion. Kait was 18+ before accidentally cheating with a mannequin's boyfriend.