Living Mannequin

I wake up as sunlight starts streaming in the window. I stretch, looking out the window, remembering they still have my clothes. My naked body, very much on display to all who may pass, draws some attention to me, but thankfully, It's not long after that the pair of amateur photographers, and upon a glance at the documents here are named Michelle and Eric, arrive. I rush to greet them as they unlock the door, and they tell me the offer will be made after we've eaten. I rushed over my clothes from her the moment they walked in, hoping to quickly get dressed, only to see she didn't bring my clothes along. She shoots me a confused look for a moment before making an 'oooh ' expression, giggling before us. "I'm sorry hun, but I left your clothes back at home. Don't worry, I'm sure you won't have to suffer the indignity long."

Not bothered, she casually walked by, her partner simply shrugs, smiling as he looked my naked body over, "You look great ... Hey, you want breakfast?", he inquired, before following closely behind her. I do let out a sigh this time, before rising to catch up with them, quickly joining back up with them. My naked body was all the more erotic as I rush to catch up, my mind racing to remember how I got to this point.

We quickly have a quick breakfast, and soon after he confidently told me, "We had an offer you'd like. It's for a one-day post, with room to grow naturally, as a 'living mannequin.' Basically, you pose most of the day as still as possible to display clothes at a shop like a regular mannequin. during the shoot in the park, I had a bet with a local shop that not only would a living mannequin work as well as the regular kind he has now but that his staff won't even notice. you in?

I pause, shocked at the offer. After a moment to think, and have a bite, I say "Sure. I mean, I guess. I'm off today, and it could be exciting to try once, right?"

I see them smile back, chuckling to each other. The food is quickly cleaned up, and we head out into the van for the clothing shop. It's a local boutique, though decent in size. it has a handful of mannequins out and about, equal numbers of both.

As we walk in, I met the owner, Christopher. I smile and shake his hand exchanging pleasantries. He leads me inside before telling me the specifics, pointing at a spot out near the front window. "I will have you standing here, so the guests can see you from the street. I look forward to seeing how this bet plays out. Have fun.". With that, he hands me a bag with folded clothing, before removing a mannequin from the spot and waving goodbye. As he takes off, I look inside the bag he handed me.

I see a revealing halter top, a pleated leather micro-mini skirt and a pair of flats. I quickly make my way to a changing room, swapping my clothes in place for those offered. I'm amused by the style of the room used: rustic stalls, with only a single fabric divide between them and the rest of the shoppe. Its hooks move loudly along the rail as I move it, amusing me in its own way.

I make my way to the spot where the mannequin had stood, nodding to my photographer acquaintances, and I hear one of them casually stating, "'Good so far' We'll be back later to pick you up. I hope you have fun ". I watch, silently from the window, as they wave and then walk out of the store.

I strike a pose, keeping still in the window...