Stealing is Forbidden! - Mannequin TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerStealing is Forbidden! - Mannequin TFThe scorching sun beat down on the lovely beach as she strolled along the boardwalk, eyes scanning the rows of tacky souvenir shops and food stalls. Raven's gaze finally la…
The scorching sun beat down on the lovely beach as she strolled along the boardwalk, eyes scanning the rows of tacky souvenir shops and food stalls. Raven's gaze finally landed on a weathered shack with a faded "Beach Wear" sign swinging left to right. "Finally," she muttered, quickening her pace. As she drew closer, Raven caught her reflection in a grimy window – short black hair sticking up in messy spikes, pale skin. Her old bikini, hidden beneath a loose tank top, was practically falling apart. The rickety door creaked as Raven stepped inside the dimly lit shop. Racks of cheap swimsuits and beach cover-ups crowded the small space, filling the air with the scent of plastic and sunscreen. Behind a cluttered counter, an elderly woman snored in a beach chair. Raven's fingers trailed over the hangers, grimacing at the garish patterns and flimsy material. Even in this dump, everything was overpriced. "Twenty bucks for this crap?" she hissed, glaring at a particularly hideous floral monstrosity from the 80's. Frustration bubbled in her chest as she moved deeper into the shop. She needed a new suit, dammit! Her scarce savings from her part-time barista gig barely covered rent, let alone silly purchases. Anger and desperation warred within her. Raven's eyes landed on a sleek black bikini tucked away in a corner. It was perfect – simple, stylish, and actually seemed well-made. Her heart sank as she checked the price tag. "Fifty dollars?!" she whispered incredulously. "You've got to be kidding me." Raven glanced back at the sleeping shopkeeper, then at a faded sign near the register: "Stealing is Forbidden!" A wicked idea began to form. She'd never stolen anything before, but in desperate times, it would be only one time, right? Raven peeled off her tank top with trembling hands and shimmied out of her ratty old bikini. She quickly put on the black bikini, surprised at how well it fit her slender frame. Stuffing her old suit onto a random rack, she took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the exit so as not to wake the old lady. Just as she reached the exit, an icy chill shot through Raven's body. "What the fu..." The words died in her throat as her jaw suddenly locked shut. Panic exploded in her chest as her limbs began to stiffen. "No, no, no!" Raven's mind raced as paralysis crept up her legs. Her skin took on an unnatural sheen, hardening into smooth plastic. "Shit! I can't move!" A tingling sensation spread across her scalp as her short black hair transformed into a perfectly styled wig. Her eyes widened in horror, then froze in place, becoming glassy and lifeless. The hardening process crawled up her torso, each curve perfectly accentuated by the stolen bikini. Raven's breasts swelled slightly, becoming perky and symmetrical. "Hnnngh!" Raven's internal scream was silenced as the last of her humanity slipped away. Her skin tone evened out and turned into a white-colored airbrushed color. With a final "pop," her arms had a joint line. Raven, now a lifeless mannequin, stood frozen in the doorway. Occasional beachgoers threw curious glances at the shop, but none stayed. Hours crawled by, each second an eternity of helpless observation. Finally, the shopkeeper woke up. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the new addition to her store. "Well, well, well," she cackled, circling Raven's rigid form. "Looks like someone didn't heed the warning!" The woman's mocking laughter grated on Raven's nonexistent nerves. "Oh, I have just the thing for our naughty little thief," she sneered, retrieving an outrageously skimpy bikini – if it could even be called that. Little more than strategically placed strings and gaudy rhinestones, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "Let's see how you like modeling this, sweetheart," the shopkeeper taunted, stripping off the stolen swimsuit and fastening the new one to Raven's unresisting form. "Maybe someone will actually buy it now!" However, as the day wore on, no customer showed interest in the special bikini. Raven silently endured countless stares, whispers, and even a few crude comments from rowdy beachgoers. "Useless," the shopkeeper growled as closing time approached. She roughly manhandled Raven, putting her further inside the shop. In a rush, she knocked Raven's wig off, revealing the smooth, featureless scalp beneath, and left her on the spot. "Whatever," the old woman muttered, not bothering to fix it. She slammed the doors shut, plunging Raven into total darkness. Her mind started going crazy. "Come on, someone has to buy this thing! It's not that expensive, right? Right?! Shit, what if I'm stuck like this forever? No, no, don't think that way. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, for sure. Some rich tourists will walk in and snatch it up. They have to. They HAVE to. Please, please, someone buy this damn bikini! I can't... I can't be a mannequin forever. I just can't. Hurry up, somebody. Anybody. Buy. This. Fucking. Bikini!"
