My brother used to visit me all of the time at the mall. I wasn’t very good company. I didn’t talk to him, or look at him, or even acknowledge his existence.

In my defense though, I couldn’t help it. Not since I became a mannequin.

I used to work here back in high school. College was coming soon and I needed money, especially as a senior. It made sense to put the young lady in the young ladies department, and I did do a pretty good job. I was polite and helpful to the customers. I kept the clothing neatly folded or on the racks. I made sure the dressing rooms were clean.

I even made sure the creepy-ass mannequins were updated with the newest fashions.

I never liked mannequins, but with my job I guess I built up a tolerance to them. It always felt like they were staring at me. Judging me. Waiting. Which was of course stupid. Until it wasn’t.

There was a guy over in the hardware section back then. A little older than me, but I had a thing for older men. We’d flirt during our breaks or whenever our paths crossed at work. I guess I really did have a crush on him, and he wanted me bad too, although maybe not romantically.

I made two mistakes really.

The first was agreeing to meet him after the store closed back in the young ladies department. I made obvious what for. We even had a mock bedroom display set up to show off clothes, and we had branched out into everything a teenage girl might want to decorate her room with.

The second mistake was in not keeping my eyes on the damn mannequins.

Obviously, I was distracted as we started to kiss, sitting on that little bed in the middle of the department. Kissing turned into touching and even more distraction. It was awakening something deep inside of me.

Unfortunately, it also seemed to wake the mannequins.

Maybe if I hadn’t been so focused on him and giving him a handjob, I’d have noticed one of the mannequins blink, or turn its head, or move its arm. Instead it was him that noticed them moving towards us as a mob. I couldn’t figure out why he suddenly backed away from me, his hard cock slipping out of my grasp. Or why he looked at me with such horror.

Except he was looking behind me. I think I realized that, but didn’t have time to turn before not quite plastic hands began grabbing at me.

Full Script Here

As warned in the tags, this is one of my weirder stories, which for me is saying a lot.

This story actually originates from before I started writing scripts. Back then I'd just create "captions" where I'd pick a picture and make a sexy story to caption it with. Sometimes someone would post their own picture and ask people to make a caption of that.

Then one day someone posted a picture of a mannequin, and actually dared people to make something sexy out of that.

So I tried. I still have the caption somewhere. It's basically this story, in shorter format. I think I was looking for a way to make it a script since then, but it's another story idea that I think works out better as narration. At least I think this counts as narration.

I kind of see this as having elements of Doctor Strange and Constantine for its magical elements and all kinds of twilight zone or similar shows or movies about creepy mannequins. Hopefully despite the very weird subject matter, it still works as a story. Maybe it's even sexy.

Also, bonus points if you can find the musical easter egg hidden a couple of places within the script, which is somewhat relevant to the story.

If anyone wants to change this in any way, please feel free to do so. I welcome comments, but please don't tag others in your comments.

All characters are legal adults. The main character is/was an eighteen year old high school senior who was close to starting college in the fall. Her brother is now significantly older.

Thanks for reading.