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2006-10-15 04:37:07 (UTC)

The Mannequin Story

I awoke Friday morning to find the suns rays touching the
foot of my bed. I looked over at the alarm clock and
noticed that it was 7:15 am, I was going to be late for
work if I didn't get up now, I thought.
Usually I have plenty of time to get ready, but today I
was in a rush.
I jumped in the shower and lathered up, trying to wash
away the last remnants if sleep, as I began to notice my
nipples harden as they always do when I'm in the shower in
the morning.
I caressed them gently bringing them to pointed
perfection, with each caress the sensation boiled in my
breasts as my back began to arch them into my face.
I thought, “I could do this all day.”
Then the phone rang. My concentration broken I decided to
get out and go see who it was. It was my friend Debby.
“DeeDee I'm glad I got hold of you! We’re meeting at
McCrory's for lunch ok?”
“Ok,” I said.
I hung up the phone finished drying myself off and got
ready for work.
Today's a short day, and Debby, Nancy, and I always meet
for lunch on Fridays to talk about what we’re going to do
for the weekend.
I blew dried my long brunette hair and set it in a
ponytail, after I applied my face, got dressed grabbed my
gym bag and left for work.
My job as a dental hygienist kept me pretty busy most of
the week except on Friday’s so I can have time to go to
the gym and workout. I try to keep up a good routine.
Monday's I jog five miles in the park.
Wednesday I do an hour of cardio aerobics.
Friday's are generally the Stairmaster and cycle days.
I got to work and said "Hi" to Bill my boss, and went out
to see Louise the receptionist for today's work load.
“Only 3 today, Louise?” I asked.
“Only 3, DeeDee.”
The first two went by rather quickly.
I grabbed the chart for the third and went out to the
waiting room.
“Mrs. Joan Watson?” I asked.
“Right here,” replied someone.
I saw this beautiful redhead stand up and walk towards me,
every eye was on her as she crossed the room.
She was dressed provocatively in a royal blue halter mini
and black 5 inch heels, and the shiniest suntan pantyhose
I've ever seen.
"Follow me" I said.
We went back to the exam room where I was to do an initial
exam on her, as she eased in to the chair, I noticed how
the light refracted off her pantyhose, it made me quiver
with excitement, I had to find out where she got those
I've always loved pantyhose, the way they look, the way
they make my legs tingle when I walk, and most of all the
way they constrict and hold you in, and ohhh, that cotton
panel how it massages my clit and lets it breathe.
“I hope you don't mind but I just gotta ask you where you
bought your pantyhose.”
“Oh I don't mind.” she said, “In fact its my business,
they’re called "Contura" they are completely durable and
run free, I get them at "Dixons Department store" where I
work as a sales girl in the lingerie department, they cost
about forty dollars, but their worth every penny.”
“I'll bet,” I said, “they look like they feel pretty
“They do, would you like to feel them?”
“Oh yes,” I said.
I went over and closed the door, went back to the recliner
and put my foot on the control and eased her back into a
more reclining position.
She uncrossed her legs for me as I began to run the tips
of my fingers and then my hand up the front of her right
“They feel so silky and slippery,” I thought.
She let out a little coo as I slowly neared her thigh. I
became so excited because of the sheer silkiness of the
pantyhose that I could feel myself getting damp.
As I neared her upper thigh, her hips started to gyrate
and I got a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush and her
cotton panel.
I took a moment and went back down her leg I saw that she
wanted me to continue but right now I just had to control
They felt silkier then any hose I've ever tried on before,
I told her.
“Well you'll just have to come on down and get you some,”
she said.
I chuckled, “You bet.”
“Oh I neglected to mention one thing,” she said. “You only
need to buy one pair because they can change colors.” With
that her pantyhose went black, then taupe, then nude.
“Wow!” I said. “These are worth forty dollars.”
When I was finished with her exam she thanked me and I
thanked her for turning me “on" to the pantyhose.
“Ok then I'll see you later,” she said.
“You bet,” I said.
I put away my instruments and said goodbye to Bill and
Louise, and went to McCrory’s to meet with Debby and Nancy
and they were waiting for me out front.
Debby was a 29 year old brunette; she worked as a computer
consultant for Northwest Air. She was wearing a red Ally
McBeal type business suit the accented her shapely legs,
hair and hazel eye's.
Nancy, she's a 31 year old stock analyst in her fist year
with Winford and Smith, She was dressed in a tan business
mini with a peach colored scarf around her neck. She
looked gorgeous in it with her strawberry blond hair and
green eye's.
As I neared them we hugged and kissed on another, Debby
asked how my day was and I said "just great".
Nancy said, we better get a table the place is starting to
fill up. We got our table and took out our menus; soon the
waitress was taking our orders from us.
“I'll have the Chicken Caesar,” I said.
Debby wanted the shrimp salad and Nancy wanted the chicken
fillet combo with veggies.
“So what are we going to do this weekend,” I asked?
“Go man hunting, like we always do,” said Nancy.
“Oh no, not to one of them seedy night clubs you take us
to I've had enough of those,” Debby spoke up and said.
“How about Dunnley's,” I said? “It’s a nice club with lots
of atmosphere, who knows you might find Mr. Right there?”
“Or Mrs. Right,” chimed in Nancy.
“What do you say girls, My treat".
“Sure I'm in,” said Nancy.
“Ok, let’s do it,” say's Debby.
“Ok then, but first I just gotta go over to Dixons
department store and pick up some things. I had this woman
come in today, She was a gorgeous red head named Joan,
well any way she had on the most shiny and luxurious pair
of pantyhose that I have ever seen. They’re called Contura
and their practically indestructible.
“Indestructible?” asked Nancy, “no way.”
“You won't believe this though, they can change color!”
“No way!” they both say.
“So silky to the touch I got wet just felling them.”
“She let you feel them, huh?” asked Debby.
“Oh, she sure did, I almost made out with her in my exam
room, and thinking about it now just makes me want to get
a pair even more.”
“How much are they” asked Nancy?
“Forty dollars, but their worth every penny.”
“I'll say.” say's Debbie.
“Me too I've just got to get me some,” said Nancy, “they
sound exhilarating.”
The waitress came back with our orders and we ate, or
inhaled our food, each wanting to get to Dixons and buy
the pantyhose.
Later we arrived at Dixons, I couldn't wait to get to the
lingerie department, and I could feel my sex beginning to
throb, pulsing with pleasure already at the anticipation
of purchasing the new pantyhose.
As we entered the store I heard Nancy say, “Hey would you
take a look at those Mannequins?”
I looked over where she pointed and saw four beautiful,
very life-like mannequins dress in evening wear. Two
blonds a brunette and a red head all done up in evening
gown and cocktail dresses. They looked fantastic posed
there as if they were attending some kind of party,
complete with champagne glasses; they were so incredibly
life like I couldn't believe it.
“I like the first blond, it kind of looks like you DeeDee,
said Nancy.
“Yeah, she does” I replied.
“I wonder where they make those” say's Debby “they are so
“I don't know,” I said, “but look at the blonds’ legs.”
The blond mannequin was dressed in a blue cocktail mini
with matching shoes, the cut of the dress was so short
that it almost exposed her sex, if she had one, but more
importantly she was wearing Contura pantyhose!
“Those do look good” I could hear Nancy say.
“Yes, they do” Debby said as well.
“Well this is what we’re here for girls. Let's go.”
As we entered the lingerie dept I noticed more mannequins
scattered throughout the department some were headless and
some were not, modeling corsets teddies and negligees, all
of them though were wearing Contura pantyhose.
I spotted the salesgirl Joan from earlier today, still
looking as stunning as when she was at my office.
“Hi, DeeDee. You girls here for the pantyhose?”
“Yes, we are,” I said. “I also need a dress and some
“Sure, I can help you with that,” she said, If you see
anything you like just let me know and I'll get it for you.
That brought to mind the cocktail dress the mannequin
wearing when we fist came in.
“How bout that blue dress the mannequin down in front is
“Sure, what's your size?”
I told her my dress and shoe size, and she directed us to
the fitting rooms in the back, on the way we all selected
a pair of Contura pantyhose from the display.
“Funny,” Debby said, “the pantyhose don't come in any
specific size?”
“That's weird,” I replied.
“That's because of their form hugging quality,” say's
Nancy, read the back of the package.
Sure enough it said that right on the back of the package.
We got to the fitting rooms, which were a little like
miniature hotel suites complete with bathrooms. We each
selected one and began to undress.
As soon as I was nearly undressed there was a knock on the
door, It was Joan with the new dress for me to try on.
“Here you go,” she said, “if you have any trouble please
feel free to page with that button over on the wall.”
“Thanks” I said.
I finished undressing and opened the package of pantyhose.
I was amazed; they didn't smell like pantyhose, they
smelled like wild flowers, the scent was intoxicating.
I bunched up the left leg and slowly began to pull it up
to my knee. I could already feel the exhilaration from
only having them part of the way on, as I began the second
leg the exhilaration began to intensify. As I began to
pull them up snug I could feel them begin to tingle, and
when they came in contact with my sex it sent little waves
of ecstasy to my brain.
At that point I noticed that the pantyhose had no seems!
But they did have a cotton panel as I saw before on Joan
I put on my new shoes and took a step. I could not believe
how silky they felt as I ran my hands up and down my
thighs; it was like walking on air, thousands on tiny
fibers were massaging my legs, bringing me to orgasm. Slow
and short was the first one, I let out a moan; these were
the most stimulating pantyhose I've ever had on.
As I stood there I looked over in the mirror, I could see
how shapely and beautiful my legs have become. I took
another step, and another orgasm rocked me, this one was
more intense than the first, I could tell I was wet and
looked in the mirror at my crotch. It was wet, but not as
wet as I thought it would be.
“Good,” I thought, “I won’t ruin these pantyhose.”
I bent over and picked up the dress and stepped into it, I
could feel another orgasm building as I slid it up and on.
In the other rooms I could hear Nancy and Debby cooing
with pleasure that I was experiencing by wearing these
pantyhose. As I finished pulling up the dress the orgasm
hit me, ever harder then the last one.
I thought, “How am I going to get home with these on? I
better take them off so I can go home.”
I took of the dress and started to remove the pantyhose,
but they wouldn't come off.
“Oh my God!” I said as I tried unsuccessfully to remove
them, they have bonded with my skin and now the waist band
was disappearing! I went to press the button when I
noticed that my legs were stiffening. I panicked as I
repeatedly pressed the button. Then another orgasm hit me,
and another and another, I could feel I was losing myself
as Joan entered the room.
“Is everything alright?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “I can't seem to remove the pantyhose, they
won't come off.”
“That's good.” she said, “that means they’re working.”
“Working? Working on what?”
“Working on your body, with each orgasm you have they
start to shrink tighter and tighter eventually paralyzing
you. You are already beginning to feel it now, soon you
won't be able to move at all.”
She was right they were tightening, and I could barley
move my legs.
“Soon you'll be ready for the process,” she said.
“Yes the process that with change you and your friends
into mannequins.”
“No,” I said. “you can't do this to me, I don't want to be
a mannequin.”
“That's a choice you no longer have I'm afraid.”
As she said that the orgasms began again, overwhelming me
with their intensity, and I came again and again and
again. I must have blacked out cause when I awoke I found
myself still standing, standing under what appeared to be
some cylinders, I tried to move but found that I couldn’t,
I tried to speak, but the only part of me I could move was
my eye's.
Debby and Nancy were standing next to me, as I could see
in the mirrors a few feet in front of us; they had the
same look of arousal that I had, still dressed in our
pantyhose and heels.
Not long after I woke up, a man entered the room or lab we
were in.
He walked along in front of us, inspecting each of us
“You will make fine additions to my collection,” he said.
“My name is Marc, Marc Dixon, I own this store, and now I
own you too. Each of you are about to embark on an erotic
journey, one I'm afraid you'll never return from. As you
know, when each of you put on the pantyhose, and they came
in contact with your vaginal fluids, they induced a
chemical into your blood stream to cause you increasingly
intense orgasms. As the orgasms increased in intensity the
pantyhose got tighter and tighter, making it impossible
for you to move, until your brains were overloaded with
pleasure. You see It's quite simple, But now comes the fun
part. All of you will be transformed into mannequins and
be placed on display in my store.
In my state of arousal I could hear him speak, but I
really didn't care, all I wanted was the orgasms to start
again. As He continued inspecting us he made a few
adjustments to us.
“He's posing us,” I thought.
He posed Debby with her arms bent at the elbows slightly
and the wrists cocked out from her sides. Her legs, He
moved her left leg out as he tilted her hips to the right.
He moved to Nancy and did the same to her legs and
positioned her left hand like it would be on her hip, but
out a little. Her right arm he bent up a bit and moved her
hand up so that she would look like she was looking at her
nails. Last he positioned her head to look at her hand and
adjusted her facial expression to give a questioningly
look and was done.
He came over to me and moved my legs out about two and a
half feet apart, put both hands like they would be on my
hips, and straighten my torso up to make my breasts more
prominent. I felt electrified; his touch was stimulating
me like no man's had ever done before.
Next he straightened my head so I was looking straight
forward, and decided to reposition my hips; he made my
left leg straight and moved my right leg out. When he was
done I looked like I was in a kind of showgirl pose.
“There,” He said. “You’re ready.”
He went over a workbench when a stunningly beautiful
fortyish looking woman entered the room. “Ah Helga, just
in time to help me begin the mannequin process.”
“Let's begin with inserting the plasticization cream.”
“Yes, Mr Dixon,” she said.
Marc and Helga put on rubber gloves and prepared three
dildo's with a kind of flesh colored cream, attaching
tubing to the ends and connecting them to what looked like
caulking guns.
He inserted the first into me. I could feel the tension
build in me as he slid the dildo in, the sensation was
bringing me to orgasm. When it was completely in I began
to feel a pumping motion as I Marc was filling me with the
“This,” he said, “is a plasticization cream; it will help
speed up the plasticization process from the inside.”
The pumping motion brought me to orgasm, as I began to
feel a tingly sensation emanate from my sex. He removed
the tube, but the dildo stayed in and kept vibrating!
When Marc was done with me He helped Helga finish up with
They had moved on to Debby when Marc said, “I don't like
this one's face very well, she’s very beautiful, but we
already have enough mannequins that look like her.”
I thought, “What are they going to do to her?”
Helga wheeled over a cart with a bowl of cream on it,
Helga handed Marc a razor and he shaved off her hair. When
he was done he took some of the cream and applied it all
over her head and especially her face!
Next Helga handed him a rubber mask and fitted it over her
head. Soon they had removed Debbie's face!
“No!” I thought as Marc poked two holes in the nose of the
faceless Debby.
“Good, their ready for the plasticization bath, we can
send this one's head in to be redone later,” Marc said.
I saw Helga go over and press a button on a control panel
and the cylinders lowered down around us.
Bluish water began to rise around us all, I began to
realize my fate, “We're about to become mannequins!,” I
thought as the water rose above My breasts. It wasn't long
before I was fully immersed in the liquid, and I began to
float. The tingling sensation was spreading throughout my
body, all at once I was overwhelmed with the sensation.
My body was hardening! The sexual tension began to build
as I could feel and orgasm coming on. I came as I could
feel the hair on my body being absorbed back in to it; I
was lost in the moment of intense ecstasy.
It was like my skin had become one huge erogenous zone, I
was enthralled. My skin began to glow as the tingly
sensation built. Then I noticed my breathing and heart
rate slow and finally stop, I was so aroused I didn't care.
I could feel the plastic growing thicker and thicker as my
vision became fixed looking straight ahead. All the while
the dildo marc had placed in me was vibrating and pumping
away. Soon the bluish fluid had receded and the cylinder
As my vision cleared I noticed a reflection in the mirror,
it was me.
I was dumb struck, my body was completely transformed! No
longer did I have the appearance of flesh, MY body now
looked shiny and plastic.
That's when I noticed the changes that had been made on my
My breasts had an inflated look that was very flattering,
my areolas were gone all that remained were little points
on the tips of them.
My belly button was also changed; it now was only an
I looked further and noticed that my pussy was non
existent, it too had the smooth and shiny look to it, like
Barbie doll's is, while my waist line was sucked in a bit
my hips and legs were unchanged with the exception of my
feet which I noticed the toes were fused together when
Marc had removed my shoes.
The pantyhose were still there they now had bonded with
me, they were perfectly blended at my waist and looked as
shiny and silky as when I first put them on.
I could see Nancy and poor Debby, their bodies reflecting
the light the same way mine did.
Marc and Helga came over and picked Nancy and Debby up and
carried them to another room. In a minuet Marc had
returned and picked me up.
I could not believe how light I felt when the sensation
from his touch almost literally sent me to the moon! My
mind exploded with erotic sensations, as before my skin
welcome the touch; even the slightest touch would
stimulate me to orgasm.
He took me into the room where Nancy and Debby were, He
said it was a curing room and that it would help bake the
plastic inside our bodies. He then placed me on a pedestal
with a rod poking up from it, I could feel it slowly move
up into a hole in the bottom of where my sex was.
I could not believe it I should have blacked out, but as I
settled on the rod I was aroused even more, I began to
welcome the thoughts of being a mannequin more and more.
"Look at them", I heard Marc say, “soon they will be
exquisite additions to our display floor, I believe we may
have out done ourselves this time.”
“Let's go Helga, and make preparations for them, shall we?”
“Yes,” replied Helga.
“Goodnight ladies.” I could hear him say as they left the
Soon I was lulled to sleep by the sensations of the
vibrator. I didn't feel like I had slept long cause as
soon as I was asleep I was awakened by a tilting motion,
as my vision cleared I could see that I was being wheeled
off into another room where Marc said the finishing
touches were to be applied.
This room had mirrors in it and I could see that the
curing process had softened our shininess a bit.
“Helga I'm going to start on DeeDee, you may start on
Nancy,” I heard Marc say.
He wheeled a little cart over to me with what appeared to
be makeup on it. He started with the eyeliner and lined my
eyes; next he applied the eye shadow and rouged my cheeks.
When he finished with my lips he pulled a long curly blond
wig out of a box under the cart and fitted it on my head.
"Your beautiful", He said, and backed away and let me look
at myself in the full length mirror. The image would have
taken my breath away if I still had one.
My eyes had a dark blue appearance shadowed by a lighter
shade of brown. I looked fabulous with my high cheek bones
embossed with a pinkish rouge, and my lips, my lips had
never looked as pouty as this before.
I had kind of a sexually enticing look to my face, which
was fitting because now sex and eroticism were the only
things on my mind. I was engrossed in my makeover when
Marc came over with a saw, “Don't worry,” he said, “this
won't hurt a bit.”
He began cutting my limbs off starting with my hands at
the wrists, and then my arms at the shoulder, as He said
it wasn't painful, but sensuous. When He was finished he
cut off my upper torso at the waist cutting me in half, I
had always wondered what it would be like to be sawed in
half, now I knew.
Marc inserted metal locking disks on all the detached
limbs and began to slowly reassemble me. It wasn't long
before he was done.
He then went over and helped Helga do Nancy and then
Debby, I could see them remove the rubber mask from
Debby's face, I was hoping to see her face again, but no
it was still bare, you could just barely make out the
features of it, I was saddened, Debby was a beautiful
woman she didn't deserve to have her face taken from her,
But if she was like me she was probably too aroused to let
it affect her much.
When they had finally finished with Nancy and Debby, Marc
stepped back and looked at his three new mannequins.
"I truly believe we have outdone ourselves this time
Helga", he said.
“They are truly exquisite sir,” was Helga's response.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” said Marc, “only one more thing to
He went back over to the cart and picked up the saw again,
what's he going to do now, I thought.
He took the saw and went over to Nancy and cut off Her
head! Helga was holding on to it, she then took it and
placed it in a box with a number on it.
“Now it was my turn,” I thought I would have winced if I
could; I was a mannequin, unmovable. I could feel Helga's
hands on either side of my head as Marc began to saw into
My neck just below My head.
"Sorry DeeDee", Marc said, “We need to remove your head
for a time, can't have people coming into the store
recognizing you now can we?”
I was in shock; I thought I was going to die! But no I
As Helga lifted my head, I could see her with it in her
hands! I was amazed, as I watched her wrap my head up and
put in a box. How could people see my beauty if I was
headless?, and how is it that my consciousness isn't still
with it?
I was in disbelief, but amazingly though I was stimulated
by it. I stood there feeling intense arousal looking at my
now headless body.
"Don’t worry" DeeDee, I could hear Marc say, “in a year or
so we'll put your head back on and you'll look as lovely
as ever.”
As I stood there in My newly mannequinized and headless
form I noticed them putting a shoulder length blond wig on
Debby, maybe they weren't going to send her head out after
It didn't matter anymore, because now she like me was a
mannequin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marc go over
to the phone and make a call.
"Jane, could you come down here please?" He then hung up
and began conversing with Helga.
It wasn't long before Jane entered the room.
“Jane would you help Helga take these new mannequins up to
the store room?”
“Sure,” she replied.
I watched as Jane went over to Debby and helped Helga tip
her back on a dolly, when Marc came up behind her with a
syringe and injected something into her backside.
“Oohh!, what was that?” she said.
“Oh just a little something to relax you,” Marc replied.
“No!, you can't do this to me, I don't want to be a
“Oh but I can.”
You see you've been employed here for five years without a
promotion, so I figured now you deserve one, Helga prepare
her for plasticization.”
“No! Don’t do-oo th-i-s t-ooo-o M-e-eeee,” were her last
words as the injection Marc had given her had taken affect.
Helga had begun stripping her down to just her shoes and
“She'll make a lovely sales rep don't you think Helga?”
“Yes, she will,” Helga said.
Helga had finished stripping her down and Marc wheeled
over the cart, He picked out a vibrator and smeared the
plasticization cream all over it.
“Funny I never mentioned to you girls that the vibrators
are removable,” Marc said.
The thought of that stimulated me even more.
He inserted the dildo into Jane and moved her over to the
pedestal and the cylinder lowered and filled with the
bluish fluid.
Now I got to see first hand the plasticization process
that would change Jane into a mannequin. I was surprised,
it didn't take long, as soon as the cylinder filled her
body began to shimmer.
I stood there longingly watching as her skin became smooth
and flawless and her hair absorb back into her body. Soon
the shimmering faded and the fluid receded. The cylinder
lifted and she stood there perfectly posed, all stiff and
shiny ready for the curing process.
They removed her from the pedestal and took her into the
curing room, when they returned Marc went over to the
workbench and opened a door below it and pulled out some
kind of device.
“We, here at Dixon's Department store, like to take very
special care of our employee's. Helga, help me fit these
on them.”
“Sure.” she said.
They first went to Debby and Helga lifted her off her rod
stand, then I saw marc pull out Debby's vibrator with a
corkscrew. Pop! It was out, and then Marc inserted the
strange devise into her, the device seemed to be some kind
of in fucking machine, they inserted the rod stand in what
was her rectum, and attached the back of the device to the
rod. He stepped back and turned it on with a remote.
I watched in excitement as the machine began pumping up
into her, oh the pleasure she must be feeling.
Next they did Nancy.
I could Feel Helga lift me up off the rod stand and Marc
insert the corkscrew into my vibrator and pull, POP! It
was out and I could feel the air rush into my open pussy.
That alone almost sent me over the edge.
Helga then lowered me down onto the rod again and I could
feel it penetrate My anus slowly and then stop. Marc then
attached the machine to the rod and smeared the dildo with
some lubricant. He then pulled it up into my waiting
snatch, then He stepped back, I was anticipating the
result and the tension began to build. He pointed the
remote at me and the machine began pumping slowly, I could
feel the dildo slide up and down and a hot throbbing
sensation build within me. The orgasms began to wash over
me when He increased the speed to a steady pumping motion.
I began to lose myself. The orgasms were becoming too
The steady motion of the machine had sent me higher than
I've ever been since becoming a mannequin. Soon I blacked
out I was aware of nothing but the orgasms, constant and
intense, they flooded over me like a raging waterfall.
Time had become meaningless to me; I could feel only the
intense rush of ecstasy the machine was giving me. When I
became aware of my surrounding again I noticed that I was
no longer in the workshop, but in the main foyer of the
store, it was dark and the store was empty.
I could see Nancy and Jane next to me and another girl
that might be Debby, and they had heads! I looked for a
mirror and found one and I could see that I had my head
was back as well.
We were standing in the display that I first saw when we
entered the store, dressed in the sequined blue cocktail
mini I had tried on in the dressing room. Nancy, Jane and
Debby were dressed in red black and green colors of
similar design. All of us were still wearing the Contura
I could still feel the tingly sensation they gave me along
with the vibrator inside me.
It didn't seem long before the store opened and people
began coming in.
I was excited to see people again, a chance for them to
gaze at me and for me to see their reactions, when three
beautiful women walked into the store and began staring at
"See" I heard one of them say, "those are the pantyhose I
was telling you about."
"See how shiny and luxurious they look".
"Yes" said one them as she came up to me and felt my
leg. "They feel so silky; I'm definitely going to get me a
pair of these!"
There were two blonds and a brunette, I'm sure they would
make lovely additions to the store.