Lisa would have blinked if her eyes weren't as immobilised as the rest of her. She wasnt sure if she had slept or passed out. The last thing she remembered was being removed from the cross taken apart by some stage hands or the like. They had packed her in a box with the rest of the props.

She recognised the feeling of being in pieces still and as she gathered her thoughts she realised she was looking across a small room at a wall of racking. The racking contained mannequin parts. But not just hers. Loads of them. There must have been enough arms legs and torso parts to make 50 dummies. All subtly different shapes sizes and colours. With a sense of rising panic Lisa realised she didn't recognise any of the parts as definitely being hers. What the hell !?

What felt like many hours later Lisa was roused from another daydream by voices and the sound of activity. The inability to even look sideways was driving her crazy . Finally a guy and two women came into her line of sight with a trolley. Lisa realised they were shopping.

"Yes the system is totally modular. You can pick whichever parts give you the look and shape you want and they will work together. All colour variations can be smoothed out "

"Ok thats great. The display we have in mind is for a full on glamour look. You know , crazy figure, tan, really aimed at stopping the guys in their tracks".

Lisa watched utterly helpless as they started to select parts.

"Don't worry about the pose, we can adjust that once you have the right bits"

The women selected a pair of very long toned legs. Lisa thought they could have been hers, but she couldn't be sure.  The hips they selected definitely were not her, they were a little too straight and skinny. The chest section was not Lisa either. She was quite surprised that two women picked a bust that was of such cartoonish proportions. Small back and shoulders and a tiny waist supporting a pair of boobs a good couple of sizes bigger than Lisa. Long slender arms followed, which again she thought might be her. And inevitably she guessed they reached for Lisa's head.

"She looks hot, such a sexy expression"

As Lisa's head was moved to the waiting trolley she saw for the first time that she had been one of a selection of dozens of heads on racking. Whilst she tried to think about her fate the traitorous voice in the back of her head did admit that it was kinda hot being stored then built to order. If only she knew the order. 

Once again Lisa had the weird experience of being shoved into a box. Having seen no sign of either Matt or that Sophie girl since the end of the party thing, Lisa had no idea if these people were in on the trick, if there was a trick, or if they were simply thinking they had bought a dummy. When the box was opened Lisa was outside. Her head was the first thing out of the box and was perched on the tailgate of a pick up. Looking around as best she could Lisa realised she was outside one of those huge car dealerships. 

As Lisa watched the two women began to assemble the doll. Or was it her ?  Lisa thought the parts looked a bit more tanned than before certainly more tanned than her own parts. But as they all matched perhaps that was something that had been changed. Still unsure of what if any of the bits being used were originally her she saw the women add high heeled sandals to the feet and pulling a tiny green bikini bottom onto the hip section before connecting the three parts. An equally skimpy bikini top was added to the oversized chest before the arms were fitted and the two halves were united. Finally Lisa's head was carried over and fitted. With the change of location Lisa saw what she guessed was to be her new home. A large glass case sat at the entrance to the dealership on the main road. Parked in it was a very exotic looking sports car.

Whole again, after a fashion Lisa felt the hands grab her round the waist and carry her into the glass box. More worringly the feeling of pent up frustration returned, even though she was sure it wasn't her hips she was attached to. She was set down in front of the car's long hood and then she felt the soft tingle that she recognised as making her poseable. And so she felt her legs spread wide, one slightly in front of the other. She was bent almost to right angles at the waist. Head up and looking to the side over one shoulder out to the main road, her face still stuck with the "I want to fuck you now expression". One hand was posed forward onto the hood the other reaching down a bit . A bucket full of fake suds was placed under her and she was complete. Her reflection in the plate glass let her see the final effect. The archetypal barbie glamour model and a bikini car wash. The pose was kind of hot and humiliating at the same time. Whilst Lisa was rightly proud of her own stunning figure the combination of parts used to build her was freakishly sexy. The bikini barely covered a thing. And there she was on a main highway. 

She heard the sound of a door shutting and a lock being fumbled and she was alone, sealed in place in the display.

Lisa watched the traffic go by, helpess to shift even her eyes. She certainly got lots of attention , more than a few honks and came close to casing a few accidents. But sealed in her box it felt less personal than the store. She found herself wishing she was still a store mannequin, for the stimulation and the occasional touches. Part of her was fuming thinking Matt really had gone too far this time. But deep down she still trusted him to come through. At least she thought she did.

Lisa lost track of time again, her thoughts becoming slow and hazy. The highlights of her days were watching peoples admiring reactions. If someone told her a couple of months had passed she wouldn't have been surprised. One evening she was watching some workmen putting up a billboard across the street. As it came together she was shocked to realise the poster was a 30ft high picture of her and the car. She was just thinking she was looking scandalously hot at least . They had photoshopped some water to the car wash scene and given her a bit of a wet look, but it was definitely her face and her new cartoonish body. Then she got to see the writing across the poster. "Free car wash with every tank of gas". she read . Then more slowly the smaller print. "Offer ends 30.9.15"

If Lisa could have moved she would have fallen over. She had gone to the store with Matt the week before Valentines. How on earth could she be stuck in here till the fall ? Lisa drifted into her semi sleep shocked and heart broken.

The sun was up as Lisa watched a pretty young girl stop to admire her display . With a jolt she recognised the girl as Sophie! Had she come to gloat? had she replaced her as Matt's assistant ? As she watched Sophie glanced left and right and pulled up her hoodie and revealed a tight tee shirt that had one word written over the chest. 

"BAZINGA" 

Lisa watched, totally in shock, what did it mean. She was even more shocked when Sophie pulled up the tee shirt, revealing more words written in eye liner over her small boobs and tummy. "you will be out on Sat .enjoy". Adjusting her clothes she then held up a paper. Lisa was puzzled till she saw the date. 17.2.15. She could have sobbed with relief. She could have sobbed even more when an all too familiar buzz kicked off in her plastic pussy. After a while it hit her. She was now connected to the fuel pumps. And sales seemed brisk…..

The sun was setting on a busy Saturday as Lisa finally saw Matt's SUV pull into the dealership. Once she had realised all was going to end well she had relaxed and if she was honest enjoyed her enforced exhibitionism. Though to say that she was now arroused fit to burst would be an epic understatement. She heard the rattle of a look and the creak of a heavy door then felt Matt's hands as he grabbed by the boobs and crotch and carried her unceremoniously to the back of the truck, where she bounced around as he took her somewhere new.

As she was manhandled once more out of the trunk of the SUV she didn't recognise her surroundings at all. Surely Matt couldn't be intending another twist to this particular tale. As she was set on her feet she appeared to be in the car park to a bar. 

Matt stood in front of her grinning, brandishing the little remote. With no further explanation he held his finger over the control ..

"Three......two......one......."

Lisa gasped breathing in like she had been drowning. She felt warmth and softness rush from her chest out to her extremities. Then it hit her. Two weeks of unreleased stimulation. She collapsed twitching on the floor helplessly, crying out a string of expletives. 

"Oh good. Matt what the f... Ogod ogod"

Lisa had never been hit with a Taser, but ....

"Matt you utter utter ... " she gasped..." that was mind blowing... don't you dare ever do that again".

Matt simply smiled as Lisa composed herself and got to her feet, legs still like jelly. Then she stopped.

"Matt, where is the rest of MY body".

"Oh here and there..."

"MATT!!! "

"I thought you might to try this one for a little while......."

"And why the hell are we outside a bar? "

"Beer or Vodka ?"

" I dont suppose for a minute you brought any clothes ? " Lisa sighed and looked down at her totally OTT body as Matt walked wordlessly towards the bar

"Matt  ? MATT ! "