Exposed 'til Work

Naked before the world, I manage to remain still even as the temperature slowly declines. I felt goosebumps forming on my skin, my nipples standing out as dramatically as they harden. I felt exhilarated to be so exposed, waiting patiently in the shoppe's window as the city slowed. I notice people looking and staring in the closed shoppe, and finding myself enjoying the attention, as they pass by, sometimes stopping to stare, just on the other side of the glass.

It never gets dark outside, not really. The street lights, along with a few highlighting the entrance inside, make sure I'm always plainly visible to anyone who may look my way. A fact that was rather thrilling to me. Time seems to pass slowly by; most notably, when there was no one around, though I still manage to hold still, if only to keep from tripping the security alarms.

Finally, Sheila returns, taking her time to unlock the door, turn off the alarms and turn on the lights. I notice her smiling my way, before getting busy setting up the shoppe for open. Not long after, some packages are delivered. As she adds them to the floor, I find myself once more being noticed and have to fight from smiling, lest they notice I'm something more than a well-made mannequin.

A few shoppers show up, and ask some questions before heading out. I hold myself still, quietly listening to the interactions, enjoying how exposed I was before them, and all the while knowing only Sheila knew what was really going on. Just then, I notice Michael, my new roommate and boyfriend walk in. I notice Sheila smiling his way as he arrives, and it's not long before I hear them converse. "Hey, come on in! You're here to pick her up?".

Michael looks over my way, smiling back as he replies, "Yep! It's time for her to go to work. How'd she manage? Anyone figure it out?", to which Sheila giggles at the question.

It takes her a moment to compose herself, taking guests coming up to compose herself, responding only once the transaction is completed, "Oh, she handled herself wonderfully, and from what I can tell she's doing wonderfully. As for the guests, none have yet realized she's real. Fact is, the guests never noticed either of them."

it was Michael's time to laugh then, watching as she pointed the other one out. As she walks up to me, he puts out a hand, and with Sheila's permission, I step out and move to stand next to him,, letting my naked body relax against him, as he wraps an arm around my waist. Only then did I see the other 'living mannequin'; a blonde standing in the centre of the room, only moving just now the contest was over. We share a laugh at that, not saying anything for a bit as we realize how hilarious it is.

After a bit, Sheila manages to resume, "Since she won, if you are inclined to do so, you can pick an outfit for her to pick out and wear out the door.... free of charge, of course." to which I pause, watching to see what he'd say to that, what he'd pick and if I would get a say...