On that first night they had a few different tasks for me; Stocking shelves, cleaning the floors etc. One of the more obscure tasks that they had for me involved a series of new mannequins that they wanted me to assemble so that they could be put on display the following day. I'm not going to lie, it was very tedious...Or at least it was until I discovered something incredible.
I found the mannequins in the stock room located at the very back of the store. As I suspected, they were all in boxes and were broken down into pieces. Arms, legs, head and of course the torso. I counted a dozen of them in total, and the higher-ups had left me instr
They sent her a text one Friday that there was a last minute practice. She quickly changed into her ballet gear and rode her bike a few miles down the road to the studio they practiced at. Of course she was early and nobody was there, or so she thought. "Hmm typically Mrs. Munson is here." She said. A few minutes later 2 other girls came in and started whispering to each other while Collette was still stretching.
"Hey brace-face, say cheese." Abbie, one of the other, more angry, dancers said. Collette looked and right as she did she saw the camera flash and she felt cold and couldn't move. As Abbie moved she watched herself in the mirror, her skin started getting shiney and she watched as her face soon became mere painted features and her hair became a brown wig.
While at work, I would rush to get all of my tasks done as quickly as possible so that I would have more time to have fun with Emma. She would always be out on display when I find her, and I would have to carry her somewhere out of the view of the cameras before bringing her to life. Despite being a mannequin, she is an incredible woman. She is always happy to see me, and we always have a great time together. And I don't just say that because she pleasures me on a regular basis. We actually get along quite well and chat. She always asks me questions about the world and what it is like outside of the department store. It's kinda sad that she has never set foot outside those walls, but that's the life of a mannequin I suppose.
I occasionally brought things for Emma. Sometimes I picked out clothes from the store for her