Desperate Interviewer - Mannequin TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerDesperate Interviewer - Mannequin TFJessa rummaged through the mall, disappointed after multiple rejections. Her finance degree felt worthless after months of rejections. As she passed Ethereal Fashions, a sle…
Jessa rummaged through the mall, disappointed after multiple rejections. Her finance degree felt worthless after months of rejections. As she passed Ethereal Fashions, a sleek woman with a predatory smile approached her. "You look desperate, sweetie. I'm Vivian, the manager here. We might have something for you." Hope flickered in Jessa's eyes. "Really? I'll take anything!" In Vivian's office, the interview began. "So," Vivian drawled, "tell me about your experience." "Well, I have a finance degree, but-" Vivian cut her off with a laugh. "Oh honey, a degree? That's adorable. What about real work? We want workers, not wall decorations," Jessa flushed. "I... I haven't had much luck finding-" "No experience at all?" Vivian's tone dripped with mock sympathy. "Poor thing. You know we have several openings right now..." Jessa perked up. "You do?" "Oh yes," Vivian purred. "Cashier, sales associate, even assistant manager. But..." She paused dramatically. "All require experience. Such a shame." Jessa's face fell. Vivian leaned in, eyes glinting. "There is one position you qualify for. It's... unconventional." "What is it?" Jessa asked, desperation evident. Vivian's smile widened. "A regular mannequin." Jessa's expressed confusion. "A... regular mannequin? What do you mean?" Vivian leaned back, her predatory smile widening. "Exactly what it sounds like, darling. We'll transform you into a plastic display model. You'll be fully aware but completely immobile. Unable to move, speak, or interact in any way." Jessa's eyes widened in horror. "That's insane! How is that even possible?" "Oh, it's quite possible," Vivian purred. "We have... connections. Cutting-edge technology. You'll be the perfect mannequin - lifeless on the outside, screaming on the inside." "For how long?" Jessa whispered, her voice trembling. "Two years," Vivian said casually. "No breaks, no quitting." Jessa's hands shook. "I... I can't..." Vivian's eyes hardened. "Can't you? It's 5,000 for two years. More than you're making now, isn't it? And think of the... experience you'll gain. I promise to give you a good word during your next interview." She slid the contract across the desk. "Sign, and you'll never have to worry about unemployment again. Refuse, and you can crawl back to mommy and daddy as the failure you are." Tears welled in Jessa's eyes as she stared at the paper. Vivian's mocking laughter echoed in her ears as she picked up the pen, her desperation outweighing her terror. Vivian's smile turned viciously triumphant as Jessa signed, sealing her fate for two years. "Welcome to Ethereal Fashions, our new addition. We needed a new mannequin for our tacky lingerie collection, and you'll do perfectly. Time to make yourself useful for once in your pitiful life." Vivian roughly grabbed Jessa's arm, her nails digging in cruelly as she dragged her to the mall's warehouse. A massive, ominous machine loomed before them, humming with sinister energy. "Strip" Vivian ordered. Trembling, tears streaming down her face, Jessa obeyed and stripped. Vivian shoved her towards the machine. "Now, strike a sexy pose for me. If you even know what that means." Jessa, panicking and humiliated, simply stood there awkwardly. Her left leg was slightly forward, her arms were limp at her sides, and her left hand was behind her hip. Vivian sneered. "Pathetic. Can't even pose right. No wonder you're unemployable. This is the best you can do?" She began adjusting settings on the machine, muttering insults under her breath. "Stay still, not that you know how to move anyway." The transformation began with a low hum. Jessa felt a tingling sensation spread across her skin, quickly intensifying into a burning itch. Her flesh hardened, becoming smooth and cool. Her joints stiffened with audible, sickening clicks. A whirring sound filled the air as her body began to change. Her skin took on a glossy sheen, flesh molding into rigid plastic. She tried to scream, but her jaw locked shut, her lips fusing into a bland smile. Jessa watched silently as joint lines appeared at her shoulders, wrists, neck and femur. Her hair stiffened, color leaching away as it transformed into a stylish brown wig. Her features smoothed into a bland, perfect visage. Her eyes, now glassy and unseeing, stared straight ahead. Inside, Jessa's mind was confused. She could feel every inch of her new plastic form, but couldn't move a millimeter. Vivian circled her latest acquisition, smirking. "Not the sexiest pose, but it'll do for the clearance rack." Vivian smirked as she affixed QR codes to Jessa's plastic form, placing them strategically between her joints. "These are for inventory, darling. Not that you're worth much." She tapped at a nearby computer terminal, entering Jessa into their system. The screen flickered ominously. "Oops, it looks like it's buggy again, but don't worry, it worked for ages and still works." Dragging Jessa to the clearance rack, Vivian leaned in close, her breath hot on Jessa's frozen
