The clothing stores

What would the fashion in other dimensions be like?

You feel yourself getting a little excited at the thought. Surely, this isn't just a simple mall. Excluding the oddities the voice mentioned, of course.

Enough dilly-dallying, you tell yourself. Time for a shopping spree.

Left and right, your head continuously turns as you slowly walk down the wide main hall. It's not every store that has mannequins, but there are more that do than don't. The first few look quite stiff, the unnatural posture a mannequin should have, but further down the hall, they look more natural. They shift their weights whenever you're not looking, some with straightened backs and others more relaxed.

You approach one in a dim but lit area, not too close, but enough to see more detail, curiously inspecting it. They're definitely mannequins. Across the hall, another one you only exchanged a glance with as you passed by has already begun turning, certain it had lost a customer.

Another thing that strikes you weird is how different they all are. Some have joints. Others don't. Some look plasticky and others reflect light in a weird way. But more than all of that, it's the clothing. The way it curves around their bodies.

...

Looking behind, you hesitate before returning to a store you passed by, cursing the thoughts that had begun to root within your mind. It's in a darker area, with a few malfunctioning lights, but overall still lit enough for the light to be bouncing off its employees.

The mannequin at the store's front had already turned, preparing to return inside. As you look at it, you swallow the lump that forms in your throat, unsure how to feel about that... behind confirming your doubts. You wonder, why the fuck are they built like that?

This one looks like security, but the muscles are in the wrong places. It feels like bait setting you up for failure. Though you can feel an itch in the palm of your hand, you keep yourself under control.

Meanwhile, every blink, you notice it moves the slightest bit. Barely noticeable, but it adds up. It's fascinating enough... So you blink longer, curious what it's gonna do.

1 second...

It's turning back towards you.

5 seconds...

It turns halfway.

15 seconds...

Your heart can't take any more than that, and you finally open your eyes, relieved to discover they're not hostile and have their own rules to follow.

But...

What's it trying to say with that posture?

Well, it's alarming, if you're being honest. It's not like it's wrong in what you believe it to be communicating...

It looks something like, "Caught you looking."

Despite that, you're still alive and breathing, so you guess you're not really breaking any rules...

On another note, you finally see the chest now, the one you hadn't spared a second look before, up-close and personal. It makes you wonder... How much can you really get away with?... How the fuck have you gotten horny from a piece of plastic? You feel kind of stupid thinking about it. Piecing together what you've seen so far, you conclude this must be the dimension trying to get you. It must all be a big conspiration to make you drop your guard and break the rules by your own will. After all, you have only seen female mannequins.

You survived places short of literal hell, but a plastic ass will be the bane of you.

Paranoia takes swift control of the steering wheel in your head. You're certain you must be hallucinating the heat radiating off the mannequin. An attempt to trick you into touching it. The world fucking with you.

But you know better than to fall for that...

Right?...