Middle of Class; Freeze

With much difficulty Renee finally made her way through the woods and near her home. Only she either had to cut through a bunch of back yards or trek her way around a few blocks out in the open. As much as she wanted to avoid being seen she couldn't see herself vaulting over fences without her hands.

So running through the suburban streets Renee did her best to duck, dip, dive and dodge away from the view of any cars or homeowners. Luckily for her it was the middle of a work/school day with very few people at home or on the road.

Eventually she made it to a street corner with a crosswalk. Taking a moment to make sure it was safe Renee suddenly froze where she stood. Unable to move anything but her eyes.

…

“Ohhhhh that’s unfortunate” Tim commented.

…

Soon car after car after car passed by honking their horns in appreciation to the girl flashing her perfect tits towards them.

Eventually a pair of female joggers came by and started inspecting the girl. First asking if she was ok, then wondering if she was alive, then wondering if Renee was some sort of elaborate sex bot someone had left on the corner. Only she was warm to the touch, had a heartbeat, her chest rose and fell with her breath, and even her eyes dilated depending on the amount of light. And by god her chest felt wayyyyy too real to be some sort of synthetic material.

Renee never imagined she’d be unabashedly fondled by two other women in public.

“Um, maybe she’s one of those street performers? You know “living statues” or something?” one girl suggested.

“Then why is she topless? And wouldn’t she have a money box or something?” The other questioned.

“Hmm I think I heard somewhere that they do this by going into a self-inflicted meditative trance that locks their muscles. And some kinda black out while doing it, one guy I saw online once didn’t stop even after pissing himself and once being robbed” the first girl answered.

“So you’re suggesting someone stole her top and her money, and she’s still stuck here like this? Totally unaware?”

“Yeah, here I bet even if I do… this…” the first girl said, yanking Renee’s skirt down her ankles. “...she won’t- woah.”

Both girls paused seeing the skimpy “choice” of underwear on the sexy statue. Garter belt, stockings, crotchless thong, and tennis shoes were all that remained on the poor Redhead. None of which covering her plush chest, pale juicy rear, wild burning bush, or moist pussy.

“Damn girl is caked up!” the first girl said, giving Renee’s butt a playful smack.

“Alright babe, you had your fun now lets get her as modest as possible. Maybe let her borrow your jacket” the second suggested.

“Aww but why? I like her like this!” The first complained.

“Yes but we don’t know if she’s consenting to this, as far as we’re aware she’s basically passed out, which makes me feel… icky stripping her or leaving as we found” the second explained.

“*huff* you really have a way to make me feel guilty when I was just having a bit of fun. Fine” the first jogger answered. A moment away from lifting the skirt but up the girl's legs.

Only for a gust of wind to hit them. And just like that Renee the bare statue disappeared from their sight.