Mannequin Zoe

Zoe's body stiffens as the purple light hits her shifting into an unnatural fashion posse where she lays on the bed. Her skin becomes tan coloured plastic, perfectly smooth and unblemished. Her face is still recognisable as your sister but below the neck she loses any kind of anatomical detail. Her breasts becoming bumps an her chest without any trace of her nipples. Her crotch now flat and featureless like the dolls she used to play with.

Lightly you tap on the mannequin's hollow torso hearing the plastic echo under you knuckles.

You stand her up noticing she's now attached to a metal stand that helps her balance on the balls of her feet as if wearing invisible heels. You wonder what to do with her now? You can't really fuck her like this and the way her painted eyes stare at you is kind of creepy.

Perhaps you should change her back, or sell her to someone that needs a life like mannequin?