You feel stiff...

Immediately you feel stiff, and cry out in protest... or at least try to. This next surprise causes you to shout out "WHAT?" at least it would if you could shout. Still not catching on, you turn to the witch to ask what's going on, and, just as before, no words come out of your mouth.... Mouth... Come to think of it, you had not even been opening your mouth. You flex your jaw, and feel the expansion of your cheeks, but no lips exist to part. As you close your jaw, a deeper surprise washes over you. You have no tongue, nor teeth to close. Everything feels stiff and mushy. You take in a sharp breath, only to find that you draw no breath either. All that happened was your chest expanded and you felt a rush of cool air all along... no... INTO your body.

As panic begins to wash over you, the mystical seamstress holds up her mirror once again. The face that looks back at you is not much of a face at all, but rather the visage of tightly woven cloth mannequin. Your cotton fingers go to your face. Even though you are solid white, you can still make out the defined features of your face. It vaguely resembles your previous profile, but is cuter and more exaggerated. It's almost as if the change into being a mannequin has come with the assumed change of looking more prissy and filled with attitude. You wonder if you will stay that way even after she removes the pin... Come to think of it, you wonder if you'll even change back after she removes the pin! You look to the rest of your body, though now with less fear and more marvel. Are the magics of this world really so powerful?

The seamstress smiles. "Such a pin is very useful for taking up dresses and making modifications. There's no need to hope a fabric will fit if I can pin it directly on the customer, and sew it from there!" She waltzes up behind you, still holding the mirror in front of your face, and rests her chin on your shoulder. "You, my dear, will wear the clothes of my clients, change to their shape, and then I will make the modifications on you! No longer will I have to steal precious hours from my customers, and no longer will I have to guess as to whether or not a garment will fit.

You look to her and hold up your hands, as if to speak, but she just shakes her head. "Silly thing, you can't speak as you are. You will tell me with thumbs out or thumbs in... Will you work for me in this way and pay back the debt you owe me?"

You gulp nervously, then feel foolish as nothing actually happens except a slight nod in your head. With trepidation, you hold out your thumb.

She laughs gleefully. "Wonderful! You will call me, when you can speak, mistress Avina~ But for now, since I've no use of a fitting mannequin, you will pose in the window for coming customers."

You pause and cock your head. that sounds painfully boring, and you begin to tug at the needle to free yourself and have an actual conversation.

"That's no use deary. The pinned girl can't remove her own pin." Her voice becomes more grave. "I imagine it would be very painful if it were accidentally removed before I had taken out all the fitting pins from her body..." You fake gulp again at her words. "Now up! Quickly! Up you go!" She begins to whip your rear with a tape measure and you're both pleased and distraught to find that you can feel it just as viscerally as if you were flesh and bone, it simply lacks any element of pain.

After finally being coaxed up onto a blank platform you stare out the window and strike a lame pose. She tuts in response but states. "I suppose this will do for your first day." She produces another pin from her cushion and jabs it directly into your rear.

With a gasp, or rather, with a fake gasp, you move to stop her, but something astounding has begun to happen. In the span of a second you feel her slip a long rod up your rear, reaching all the way up your insides to your neck. While there is no pain, you can still feel that terrible thing tracing the path of your spine and you gasp. Before you can even finish your gasp, Mistress Avina has disappeared from your view. You see her in the reflection of the window before you working busily on some new project, but something is off. One moment she's at the table, and the next she's immediately greeting someone at the door who flies around the room in a flurry of motion. Then, just as quickly, that customer disappears. Outside the window, the rest of the world seems to be doing the same. People are walking by at a terribly quick pace. They move so swiftly you can't even make out their features. They blur like cars zooming by on a busy highway. The crowds devolve into a flurry of color and motion in your eyes. Your hearing is thankfully muffled.

You begin to turn around and make your way back to Alvina, but in a flash you find that your body has been re-positioned into a daring pose in the window. You clench your fists and go to turn around again, but quick as you go to turn, your outfit is swapped and your strike a different pose, this time you see bracelets around your wrists and the brim of a wide feathered hat on your head. You sigh and resign yourself to helplessness. Every time you move in a manor unbecoming of a fashionista, you're re-positioned in a more daring and more suggestive pose. You become frustrated and seek to deliberately sabotage her, but when she pins up your dress revealing your still masculine member to the window and ties a crimson bow around it for all to see, you get the message and stop. After unpinning your skirt far too slowly, you begin to take on poses of your own.

The time that has passed feels like an hour, perhaps a little more, but already the sky is going from bright blue, to navy, and to the orange of the early evening. The day is coming to its close and Mistress Alvina has finally returned to you...