Chilly

I feel the temperature, which was already chilly, slowly plummeting further. I dared not move, as not only would it give me away, but likely set off the security system also. Goosebumps formed on my skin, from my neck, legs, and arms, though they were most notable on my breasts and shaved mound. I could see my nipples, standing out sharply, hard as can be from the chill. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself, and I stand naked in the clothing shoppe's window, my pussy wet from pleasure and the recent affections of a young blonde passerby.

Even with the shoppe closed, I caught more than a few looks, and several people stopped to point and stare my way, making small talk about how detailed and real I looked. I held myself still as they pointed also, even as they openly looked at my naked form.

The people looking in changed, from couples to drunks from the bar, tonight cops and so on, though I got quite a long period of silence, where I was left alone with no one outside, and time passed by slowly. The coolness of the space keeps me awake, which I was all the more aware of thanks to being completely naked. The spring rain that started in the night did not help any, either. It did drive more people to stand beneath the building's awning for shelter, though. This also meant more people than normal got to see me, openly naked and quite viable. People waiting for a ride particularly got a chance to notice my naked body, snapping photos and having plenty of time to stare and gawked at me.

Eventually, the rain subsided and the sun started to make an appearance on the horizon. When no one arrived, I wondered if the shoppe would open at all. Church gougers passed by, ogling my nakedness as they travelled to and from. Others went for food, but they all stopped and stared, many aware as the light rose overhead. It must have been about midday when the shop finally opened. Christopher arrived and chuckled at my sight as he unlocked the door.

He quickly got to work, setting up the shoppe to open. It did not take him long to get the mannequins dressed up. When he got to me, he said, "Well, for you I really should dress you up special... I've got just the thing, stay there". I heard him laugh to himself, before saying "Why'd I say that? It’s not like you're going to move while you're participating in the 'living mannequin' bet, right?" He chuckled to himself, before walking to another spot in the store, soon coming back with a few small articles of clothing.

He had grabbed a mesh top, along with a ruffled mini skirt. He started dressing me with them, I got a better look at them:

He put them on quickly, and as he dressed me I noticed he picked clothes, which would leave, mean still quite exposed, despite the fact I was finally wearing something. My nipples could still be silly seen through the fabric, and the indication from them sticking up was plain to all. I expected at least part of my shaved bush was visible from the road, and possibly from one inside the shoppe also. Not that he seemed to mind, as he walked about, making sure everything was in place, before opening the shoppe for business.