Dress 'n Stripped

Left naked in the window, I did my best to act akin to any mannequin would, all the while aware of the slow rise and fall of my bosom with each slow breath. Balancing carefully, I note the small handful of people already at the window, staring as I was made to present myself, naked and quite exposed before them. Meanwhile, it seemed Stacey was busy with guests, helping them at the checkout, and other times helping find a product or make a choice. All the while, I was left with no recourse but to remain, naked and exposed.

I felt someone rub a hand up my leg, giggling softly as she looked up and my nakedness, which likely meant she had a clean shot at the space between my legs. I found myself hoping the wetness she may find there would not give me away, and I had to resist letting out a sigh at not being found out as she carried on, shopping with her friends. Several other guests paused to look before finally, it quieted down enough for Sacey to walk over,

"Now, what shall I do with you, my naked "mannequin", I wonder?", to which two women seem to appear just then, "May we make a suggestion? You've helped us so much, it would only be fair to help you back,", to which her friend continued, "COmmon, let us help you pick something for your new mannequin!", to which Sheila tossed her hands in the air, apparently smiling back, "Alright! Sure, let's see what you come up with while I carry on with my other duties." I hear the pair cheer, before rushing away.

Left to wait yet again, I find more faces pausing and staring, all the while I could only make out the faces of those outside. I did my best not to react, lest I fail the contest, hoping to remain casual and still before them, my mind suddenly away of every heartbeat. Remaining as. still as possible, I had **** but to wait as the pair looked about, likely not aware I was more than a well-made mannequin. Finally, I heard them walk back, "We got something you'd love..", declare one of them, followed swiftly by the other, "Are you sure it's just a mannequin?", to which I focused myself to holding my breath, hoping not to get caught now.

Sheila simply giggled then, walking close as she retorted, "Is she a person, or just a well-made mannequin? That's the point of this little trail. guests are more likely to buy something off the rack if it appears to be of a real human, rather than a headless prop. Now, why don't you put on what you found and we can go from there?", to which the pair cheered, giving back. I heard them get up next to me, one on each side, and they moved me softly. I did my best to conform with their movements, hoping not to be caught, and doing my best to remain still.

I noted the top first; it was a dark lace bra, and once they put it on, my nipples still peeked out from underneath, meaning the thin lacey fabric did not even hide them from sight. I remained in place, realizing I had little choice but to let them remain in the spotlight... if I wanted them to win, in any event. I felt the skirt slowly being brought up my legs. It was a jet-black micro skirt. It was hardly long enough to cover my shad mound from viewers at equal height as I was, let alone from any who would be looking from below. A rather obvious concern, given I was placed on a table before a window, where guests on both sides of the glass could easily look up the rather short strip of fabric to see what was hidden underneath.

I felt a drip of moisture run down my right thigh, making it even harder not to flinch as it moved, reminding me of my own arousal. A point my nudity had only heightened for me, I noticed to myself, even as I did my best to remain still. "It looks .... nice. Yes, this is exactly what we'd want to get people;e to notice our new mannequin, thank you." as I waited, naked before them, an arm moving up my thigh, as the pair cheered.

It was not long before they left, leaving me more or less exposed in the window. Several guests come and go, though it's not long before a woman, her blonde hair pulled back, as she walks into the shoppe. She looked about for a few minutes before Shila inquired, "Can I help you?", to which I caught a reply, the woman surprisingly near to me, "Yes, I was wanting to remake the look on your new mannequin, and wanted to know how to do it?"

Shiela's voice was soft to my ears, "Glad you like it... feel free to take it off the mannequin.", to which came a reply, her hand on my hip, "Sure you won't mind? Such a well-made man... sure it's not real?" Sheila laughed at that, taking her time before replying, "That's the challenge we have going on, see if you can tell. ...now, feel free to grab its outfit. We have plenty more."

I caught the newcomer making a sound of agreement, followed swiftly by the sundation of her hands moving casually across my naked body. I felt her pulling and yanking on my lacey bra, not finding immediate success, though then again she may have been using it as an excuse to grope the new mannequin. I once more had to fight to stay still, feeling both her hands on my body, grabbing at me and the bra at once. She pulled it off then, leaving me topless before the world, what little cover it provided gone.

I felt the skirt being undone next, which casually descended down to the ground, leaving my legs, hips and even shaved mound, now fully exposed to the world. While I did not feel it holding in any warmth, the loss left me quite aware of the AC circulating the cool breeze across every inch of my once-again naked body. Even so, I dared not even flinch, yet it gave it all away.

I felt her move, her breast hot on my ankle as she moved my feet, once at a time, feeling the micro skirt from me, before looking over my naked body. She places a hand on my cheek, moving my head to face her, making me have to fight even blinking just then as she looked me over. Each moment seem to slow, and it grew harder to keep from blinking my eyelids, noting her looking my nakedness over, working her way slowly down to my feet. She paused several tie,s, noting my breasts and mound, before finally walking away, "Well, it seems really enough. It's impossible to tell, really."

Only once she stepped down did I allow myself to blink, happy to keep my breathing slow and unnoticed. "That it is. Glad to see it's proving hard to note for sure." Sheila responded as the guests walked up to the register. Once more naked to the world, I had to wait, wondering if I may end up naked on display before everyone, and for the night too. Sheila soon was getting ready to close, setting the security, and leaving. I note many of the lights turn off, but I find myself still being highlighted, as no doubt to keep any prospective burglars away. As she stood by the door, she called out, "Sorry, I simply don't have time to dress you now... but I hope you can wait 'till morning. Thanks again!", before closing and locking the door behind her.

I choose not to move, even now, lest I set off the security she had activated... the same security that left me in the literal spotlight, naked and rather exposed in the shoppe window. Gueat still stops and looks and my own nakedness proves quite the draw for many an onlooker. A sight I will be quite aware of, as the room cools further, the AC doing its work, and my best, most notably my nipples, are hardening further with each passing moment...