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Miss Southern Belle

by: Paul G Jutras

 

     "Now stay warm and do you best to win." Mrs. Burbank said to her

daughter Betty Jo. "Your MIT scholarship depends on it"

     "But, Mom!" Bill shouted then looked at the girls on the bus. He gave

his mom a hug and a kiss on the check, then climbed on the bus

     with the other contestants. As he thought about what song he'd give in the

talent part of contest, he heard Daisy, Dolly, Tammy and

     Crystal giggling at Bills plain Jane appearance compared to their cover

girl looks. None of them aware that Betty Jo being really Bill.

     "Can't let them get to me. I must focus on winning and getting in MIT."

     Soon they arrived at the hotel where the pageant was being held. Bill

signed his female name and went the contestant's floor.

     Because of their being less contestants than expected, each got to have

their own private room. Each room had a mannequin

     supplied by James of MANNEQUIN INC in it so that they could have event

outfits ready to change into without the fear of wrinkles.

     Since the program required some swim suit pictures by the hotel pool in the

afternoon, Bill put her bathing suit on the mannequin. She

     then changed out of his Miss Georgia hoop skirt and prepared to take a

shower.

     After taking a shower, Bill laid on his bed with only his bathrobe on.

With his ankles crossed, he picked up the remote control and

     watched a little of his favorite soap opera. When a knock came at the door,

James' voice was heard. "By the pool in fifteen minutes."

     "Okay." Bill said as he removed his robed and slipped into his pink

bathing suit with butterfly pictures on it. As he walked along the

     edge of the pool he saw the photographer setting up. He also notice the

group of girls from the bus had a better figure than the

     hormones he'd been taken had given him.

     "If it isn't miss wall flower." Daisy giggled as she and the other girls

all got into position to have their group photo taken. "If you came

     any later, you'd miss being in the shot all together. Find a seat if you're

not afraid of breaking the lens."

     "Were do I sit?" Bill asked as Dolly grabbed hold of his ankle. Trying

to move, Bill toppled at an angle right into the pool. Dolly and all

     of the girls could only laugh as Bill rose to the surface soaking wet.

     "Guess your chances of being Miss Southern Belle is all wet." Tammy

chimed in Bill swam for the ladder and climbed out of the pool.

     The anger of Bill's face was fuming. He grabbed hold of Dolly and raised

his fist to belt her as he said: "I'll show you who's all wet."

     "Girls! Girls!" James said as he came and separated the two. "We will

have none of that in this contest. while Mannequin Inc is the

     sponsor. If you girls can't get along, you're out. O - U - T!"

     "Yes sir." Both Dolly and Bill said together. Daisy and the others all

nodded in agreement, though Betty had a feeling that her bulling

     problems had just begun if he didn't use his brains to deal with them. His

mother would be heart broken if he didn't get that M.I.T

     scholarship.

     "You." James turn to Betty Jo. "Get yourself dried off before you get

sick. Be back here when we start rehearsal for the talent contest."

     Bill looked at the girls again. They were going to do anything in their

power to get her kicked out of the pageant. It was going to be up

     to her to figure out a way to make sure that it doesn't happen. With a

sneeze, he was wrapped in a towel by James and headed back

     up to her room.

     He took another hot bath and laid on his bed, starring at the naked

featureless mannequin in his room. In his imagination he could see

     Tammy and any of those other girls standing their helplessly with a rod up

their ass. With that thought a wicked smile formed on her

     face. "I don't see why not." She got up from her bed. "I may not be the

prettiest girl in America, but I'm probably one of the brightest.

     Once the formula is made, I just need the proper ways to apply it to those

snobs."

     He got dressed as quick as she could in a pair of baggy shorts, a

sleeveless shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He skulked down to the

     kitchen with small basket. Quickly filling it up with the items containing

the chemicals he needed, he got back upstairs without any of

     the cooks becoming aware of him or the items missing. In the clothes he had

on, there wasn't a chance of him being mistaken for a

     beauty contestant.

     After mixing two forms of the formula, he went into each of his enemies

room. he mixed the spray formula in with Daisy's hairspray and

     Dolly's water bottle. He then pulled Tammy's pantyhose down the mannequin

in her room and used the cream formula on the cotton

     crotch. The cream was also good mixed in with Crystal's tampons.

     After Bill finished changing his clothes, he headed down to the stage

area for talent practice. he heard Tammy in her room and

     couldn't help but cause a smirk to appear on her face. He only wished he

could of stayed to see Tammy's face when she first changed.

     "Wait till Miss Plain Jane find out what's in store for her next." Tammy

said to Daisy on the phone as she pulled the panty hose off the

     mannequin and sat on the bed. She slid her sculptured nails into the nylon

legs as pulled it up around her hips. When the cream

     touched her skin, she rubbed her crotch and felt the cream enter her pussy

and smooth over her sex. Pulling the hose down, she notice

     the cream made her look like she had a sexless smooth mound like a Barbie

doll. "I'll call you back."

     Tammy set the phone down and pulled the hose back up. As she started to

walk to the bathroom to wash the cream off, she found her

     feet slip out from under her. As her hand reached for the bathroom door

knob, she notice her arms vanishing . "What's happening?"

     her mind thought as she found her vocal cords were gone too. "I can't move

a muscle. My face feels strange."

     Tammy tried to stand up, but the sudden movement cause her to orgasm.

Bath in a glow of pleasure, she dropped back down on the

     bed. The heat in her pussy was intense. She tried to satisfy her appetite

by fingering her pussy through the hose, but couldn't help

     screaming in pleasure. The hose tightened and she orgasm again.

     She inched her way along the bed while fingering her sex and her hips

rocking. She let out a moan that could be heard through the wall

     separating her room with Billy's As Tammy sat up, she could no longer see

her feet in the sheathe. What more, the nylon-ing effect

     spread up the rest of her body. Unable to get off the bed, she turned to

see Bill standing beside her. "Wh - What are you doing here?

     What's happening to me?"

     "Guess you won't be apart of whatever your friends has plan for me

next." Bill smiled wickedly as she ran her hand along the plastic

     sheen form. "Don't worry about catching cold. You'll have a panty hose form

keeping you warm real shortly."

     "It is just a shame you're dropping out of the contest so suddenly."

Betty said as she walked over to a desk and pulled out a pen and

     paper. She wrote a quick note about checking out of the Miss Southern Belle

contest and hid the pantyhose and Tammy's things in her

     own room. "I'm just glad that I wasn't assigned a roommate. That would of

made this a lot harder."

     Daisy, Dolly and Crystal had waited until each of them had finished

their talent practice before meeting by the pool. "Where's

     Tammy?" Crystal asked as she took a puff on a cigarette. "She was suppose

to meet us here after she performed."

     "Come to think of it," Daisy added, stretching her arms over her head.

"I don't remember seeing her at the talent rehearsal at all. She

     wouldn't of ditched us, would she?"

     "I think we'd better find out." Dolly answered as she got to her feet

and lead the three to Tammy's room. They found the note and

     Tammy's stuff gone. The girls stood in Tammy's room for a moment thinking

things over, then went over to knock on Betty's door.

     "Yes?" Betty asked as she opened her door to three angry faces. With one

towel wrapped around her hair and a robe on, she tried to

     appear as innocent as possible. She knew she mustn't let on that she knows

something the others didn't.

     "Have you seen Tammy, country girl?" Dolly asked with a frosty glare.

     "I haven't seen her since the photo shoot this morning." Betty smiled.

"I did hear her either talking on the phone or to someone in her

     room, when I headed down to the talent area. Did something happen to her?"

     "She dropped out of the contest." Daisy said in a nasty tone. "Something

you should think about doing real soon."

     "Why would I want to do that?" Betty asked in a tone mixture of

sweetness and contempt. "With Tammy gone, I'm that much closer to

     winning that scholarship. Now why don't you run along while I get ready for

the next practice event."

     Betty kept the door cracked and listened to the girls talk as they

walked off. "I thought we were in this together." Crystal said to the

     other two. "The four of us again little miss goodie two-shoes. Why would

she bail on us? She didn't seem to care on the bus or at the

     pool about our teasing her, so I can't see how feeling guilty enough to

leave."

     "Forget it, girlfriend." Dolly said wrist loosely while pointing her

long painted finger nails. "We've got our own performances to deal with

     if we're going to beat that kid out."

     As Crystal went into her room, she removed the tampon she currently had

in her, took a soothing bath and went over to the bed with a

     towel wrapped around her body and wet hair. She ran some skin cream on her

legs and then pulled out a new tampon from the box.

     After it was in, she pulled the pantyhose off the mannequin and pulled them

on. She could feel a cream inside the walls of her sex, but

     figured it was caused her hands were still sticky from the skin cream she

was using.

     Crystal found her eye sight had become clouded, but after several

seconds of gazing she notice that her outstretched arm was

     shrinking in on itself. Her frozen arm became stubs and then disappeared

into her body altogether. She also notice the room seemed

     taller, like her body was shrinking in height. As she shrunk her body

became even stiffer.

     When Bill finished at talent rehearsal, he headed back to the contestant

floor. He notice Crystal door was slightly ajar and stepped

     inside to find Crystal a shinny pair of mannequin legs. The "blank"

mannequin seemed to of disappeared completely. With a smile, Bill

     walked up to the new Crystal.

     "Something similar to what happened to poor Tammy." Bill said with a

smiled. "Don't worry, she isn't dead. You won't die either, but

     you'll be keeping each other company soon enough."

     Crystal's vision blurred like she was looking through a nylon stocking

mask. Her nylon fingers ran over her erect breasts, and past her

     head. She found her hair fell out onto her pillow. The features on her face

also vanished. She had another orgasm as her breasts and

     body vanished, leaving only a pair of pantyhose behind.

     "I see you finished up well." Bill smiled as he stepped out of her shoes

and picked Tammy. Her nylon legs dangled in the air. Sitting on

     the bed and hiking up her mini skirt, Bill pulled Tammy on her. "It would

look strange if I carried a pair of nylons from your room to

     mine."

     As Bill got up and smoothed out his skirt, the heat of his pussy made

Tammy want to orgasm. All she could do was pray that Betty's

     sculptured nails didn't cause a run as Betty forced her legs to swish

together as her hatred enemy walked about. "Hope you don't mind

     dropping out of the contest." Betty said as she wrote as similar note as

she had with Tammy. "I'm very good at coping other people's

     handwriting."

     Crystal felt like part of her were being crushed, as Betty stepped back

into her shoes. As Betty's feet began to sweat, the heat made

     Crystal feel even hornier. Making sure that Daisy and Dolly wasn't in the

hall, she slipped out of Crystal's room and made her way back

     to her own.

     Once she had her door safely locked, She slipped Crystal off her and

laid her on the bed. Taking the pantyhose form that was once

     Tammy, she put the pantyhose on its shiny legs so that Tammy's torso

extended a few inches from Crystal's waistband. "There now,"

     Betty smiled. "You two just get reacquainted and be glad that I didn't

leave any cum on you, Crystal. Otherwise I'd have to have the

     maid service clean you."

     "We'll save that for whatever department store you and Tammy wind up

in." Betty said as she ran her hand along the smooth, nylon

     covered crotch. "Don't worry about runs. Your nylon body will never wear

and tear. You will need to either be hand washed or put in a

     washing machine when you become too dusty though."

     "Tammy, is that really you?" Crystal's mind reached Tammy's mind.

     "So that Georgia brat got you too." Tammy replied. "I only wish we could

warn the others, but we can't do anything but wait and see

     what she has in store for us."

     That evening, Betty Jo took the backstairs down to the hotel furnace

where she burned up all of Tammy and Crystals things. "So much

     for any evidence of my connection to their disappearances." Betty smiled at

her own genius. She then returned to her room and went

     to sleep.

     "One hour, Betty." James said as he knocked on her door. As Betty sat up

sleepily, she heard James knock on Crystal's door and

     then moved on. Betty just flopped on her back and stared up at the ceiling

with a smile. She knew that James wouldn't be seeing

     Crystal at the contest anytime soon.

     As Bill practiced her song some more, she notice the crossed on looks

that Daisy and Dolly was given her from back stage. They

     didn't know what happened to Tammy and Crystal, but they were sure than

Betty was somehow connected.

     "Where are they?" Daisy asked using the fan attachment to her water

spray bottle to cool off. "We know that you were the last to be

     anywhere near Tammy and Crystal's room is right beside yours."

     "Don't know what you're talking about." Betty smiled as she headed back

up stairs. Dolly had to stay on stage since her time was

     coming up. Daisy followed Betty upstairs. Ever so often Daisy would give

herself a squirt of water in the face from the bottle's pump.

     "Why couldn't you take the elevator like everyone else?" Daisy asked,

only following her because she didn't trust Betty. Feeling a

     hardness in her legs, she had to concentrate on each step by the time they

had reach each floor. She heard Betty giggling to herself

     over Daisy's walking trouble.

     "What—Is—wrong—with—me?" Betty asked. Her words came out slowly as she

had to concentrate on each word she wanted to say.

     She had just made it to the hallway on their floor when her sluggishness

came to a dead stop. Betty watched as Daisy toppled right

     into her arms.

     "You'll make a fine full body mannequin." Betty smiled as she dragged

Daisy into her room. She had already moved the mannequin

     that Mannequin Inc had provided her to the storage room where James kept

the extras. Betty then lifted Daisy up and slid the display

     rod up her butt.

     Daisy stood stiff as a board on a glass display stand when she took a

razor and shaved Daisy's head. She put the hair in the trash

     and then stripped Daisy of her clothes. Knowing that she be in the bathing

suit parade rehearsal next, she put her bathing suit on

     Daisy. "Now don't go stretching it out of shape." Betty joked.

     Feeling filthy after all she had been doing, Betty took another bath. As

Daisy stood planted on her pole, she gave a frozen gaze across

     the room. Inside her plastic body, the tightness of her body caused such

arousal that she orgasm again and again.

     A short time later, a knock came at Betty's door. "Okay you wolf in

sheep clothing, where's Daisy!" Dolly shouted. When Betty opened

     the door, the first thing she did was spray Dolly in the face with a bottle

of hairspray. "Didn't think I could count on you to use the

     tampered bottle." Bill smiled as Dolly's eyes glazed open as the final

member of the foursome found she could neither move her eyes

     or blink.

     Grabbing hold of Dolly by the dress, Bill pulled her into the room.

Shock formed on Dolly's face when she nearly knocked the petrified

     Daisy over. "Now you can join the rest of your friends on eternal youth and

beauty."

     "What.. did ... you...do. to... her?" Dolly's voice started to sound

like a tape recorder played on slow or running low on power. She

     turned with a crazed look on her face and her arms outstretched to strangle

Betty. Dolly's moves were so sluggish, it was easy for

     Betty to avoid.

     As her legs suddenly didn't want to move from her spot she reached down

and felt the hardness of her tummy and legs. She began to

     feel hallow inside as the feeling reached her breasts. As it did, her

breasts went erect like she was in a cold room. "I... can't... move."

     "Of course you can't." Betty said with a smile. "You don't think I'd be

smart enough to get into a place like MIT without being able to

     handle a couple of snobs like you and your friends? I can't believe that

you actually thought you could be a match for my intellect."

     "What... are ... you... going ... to ... do.. with.. us?" Dolly manager

to speak before she realized that she could no longer talk. Her mouth

     froze up in an open position. Betty just smiled, walked over to Dolly and

closed it for her.

     "I won't be doing anything to you." Betty chuckled. "James will think

you're simply one of his mannequins from the Mannequin Inc

     warehouse. I'll look for you in the store window after this beauty contest

is over."

     Dolly wondered what it would be like to be on a floor display as Bill

walked out of his fixed field of vision. She could feel her clothes

     being removed and couldn't do anything to stop her. She could see in the

mirror that her skin was as shinny as Daisy behind her.

     When she was completely nude, she noticed that she was sexless.

     Returning to her field of vision, Dolly watched as Betty picked up the

phone. "Yes, room service." Betty giggled. "James put an extra

     mannequin in my room by mistake. Can you see that it's returned to storage

or giving to one of the other contestants? Yes, I'll be here

     waiting for the bell hop. Thank you very much."

     Sitting on the edge of her bed, Bill painted her toes while waiting for

the bell hop to show up. When a knock came, she pointed her

     toes up and hobbled to the door. With her finger nails also wet, she used

her elbows to open the door and let the bell hop in. "It's right

     over there." Bill pointed to Dolly. "Please get it out of here."

     "Yes, ma'am." The bell hop said as he picked Dolly up and carried to the

service elevator. Dolly was surprise at how light she was and

     how much sensual pleasure the mere touch of a person caused her as she was

brought to the store room.

     "We seem to have lost several of our contestants." James said as the

night of the contest finally came. With her four biggest rivals out

     of the picture, Betty Jo easily won the Miss Southern Belle contest with

both her beauty and her talent. She soon got both her crown

     and the scholarship to MIT she wanted so much.

     At the end of the contest, Bill returned exhausted to his room. He

striped down to his bra and pantyhose as he laid on her bed with his

     ankles crossed and turned on the TV. A replay of the contest was on, and

she got to see just how lovely she looked when won the

     contest.

     As a knock came at the door, Bill through on the robe the hotel provided

and found James was standing in the hall with a large case.

     "Hello, Miss Southern Belle." James said with a smile on his face. "As

sponsor I thought a toast was called for. Some photographers

     will be up shortly if you wish to go into the bathroom and dress."

     "Thanks," Bill said as she clinked the glasses together and James

watched Bill gulped down the wine. James was prepared to refill

     her glass when Bill noticed that the room was starting to spin. James

watched as Bill crumpled to the floor.

     "I just love the way that drug works," he said as he dragged the

unconscious she-male to a chair. It was his favorite line during his

     mannequin making process. "I don't need Crissy or Sandy to finish

processing you my lovely."

     James began by carefully shaving Bill's head until she was completely

bald. He then opened his case and pulled out a series of tubes;

     which he proceeded to run deep into her throat, and butt. Castration was

needed. If he was awake, he'd probably of choked on the

     heavy toothpaste liquid that filled his body cavities. Slowly, a tightness

filled her abdomen. "You will be quite lovely instead my young

     friend. Guess you should of read the contract about the winner getting a

job with my firm."

     As the liquid continued to pump away, James notice Bill's diary on the

table. "What's this?" He said, picking it up and flipping to the

     last few entries. "Oh my, Betty. This formula of yours is better than the

one I'm using on you now. We really must talk when I need to

     bring your human portion foremost."

     When the pumping stopped, the tubes were removed and Bill had awoke to

see a dildo put inside her before her sex was sealed. He

     wanted to orgasm but couldn't. With a display rod driven up her butt, she

saw James in some kind of robe and chanting. Bill saw out of

     the corner of his eye that except for a loose pair of high heels, she was

completely naked. The air around her sparkled into a golden

     blur as she blackout once again. When she came to this time, she felt oddly

stiff. When James held up a mirror before her, he saw his

     skin had a glossy finish.

     James stepped up and ran his hand down her frozen check to her shoulder

blade. With a snapping sound, he watched as his arm was

     detached from his body. "I think you deserve an explanation." James said

with a smile. "Right now you are solid and inert because the

     mannequin you are time sharing with is currently in charge. Nobody will

know that your a living, breathing girl. At times I can bring your

     human half foremost for a job or two at Mannequin Inc like I've done with

others working for me as mannequins. I'll have to remember

     when that times comes to ask you about your own transformation formulas."

     Where faint lines ran across his hips, waist, shoulders and wrists, he

was taken apart. Bill's segments were packed in a shipping

     crate with some other mannequins. Foam padding was put around her so that

she would not be damaged in the shipment, but that

     didn't stop one girls arm from brushing her sexless crotch and bringing her

to arousal. As James sealed the crate, he was lost in

     darkness.

     As suddenly as the darkness came, there was light. Some store's visual

merchandiser lifted her out of the box and placed her parts on

     a double decker cart to be wheeled out. Facing upward, she watched at the

ceiling lights past above while she was transported naked

     through the store to a window display.

     As Bill rolled through the store, he passed Tammy and Crystal up on a

shelf in the lingerie department. When she was reassembled in

     the window, she noticed from her angle that Daisy and Dolly were displayed

with her. While Daisy and Dolly seemed right at home in

     their skimpy, sexy sleep wear, it wasn't anything that Bill would normally

wear at home. As he was dressed, he was helpless to resist.

     "Guess what turns around comes around." Bill heard Daisy's thoughts as

their frozen faces just stared at pedestrians passing by along

     the sidewalk. He didn't mind the women who would stop and stare as if to

decide to buy the outfit she was wearing or not. It did bother

     her when a man would stop for a second just to goggle her beauty.

     As the weeks and months went on, the girls got use to their new

     mannequin state. Especially the person attention when the woman, she

     heard being called Susie would dress them and retouch their make up.

     Even if anyone outside and in the store could watch. Ever so often,

     Susie would change their angle of view and the position they were

     posed in. "James really out did herself this time. Nobody how I fix you,

     you look simply beautiful."

     While Bill remained standing during the next couple of months, she

     noticed that Daisy and Dolly sometimes was reposition for sitting down.

     One such setting as a backyard barbecue display. Betty remain on her

     rod, slightly bent over a grill while Dolly sat down in a folding chair and

     Daisy laid in sunglasses and ankles crossed in a lounge chair. "This is

     the life." Daisy's thoughts said as the corner of her eye caught how

     miserable Bill seemed to be.

     "Oh, shut up." Bill thought back. "I should be in MIT right now, now

     modeling spring dresses in some store window. I just wonder what

     James told my family."

     One day Susie undressed Bill and moved him out of the window. On a

     pole with a wheeled trolley she was taken to a storeroom. On her

     display rod, Susie left her vision of sight. Shortly hearing the sound of a

     door opening and closing James appeared before her. "Well, Betty."

     James smiled, bringing her human self fourth and allowed Bill to

     complete his orgasm. "I said we'd have a talk someday. I've studied

     your formula and love the side effect that should allow you and the

     others speak to one another with your minds."

     "I must admit that it kind of took me by surprise, myself." Bill

released a

     moan. He stretched but found that his body preferred to move stiffly along

the invisible lines of his former fiberglass self. As he noticed

     in a nearby mirror that even as a human his breasts didn't sag, he couldn't

help but smile. "I have to admit that the idea of being young

     and beautiful forever appeals to me."

     "I have noted that from your body language." James smiled as he knew how

all the mannequins who worked for him found that and the

     clothes being the best part. "Though I never entered through the front door

myself, I have notice you in the window and thought of how

     arouse you probably were to show off to those on the sidewalk."

     "That sizable dildo you placed inside of me helped in that department."

Bill turned her head to see Susie return with a box of clothes.

     Bill just watched helpless as he had a pair of suntan thigh high nylons

drawn up her legs and held there with a garter belt. A pair of

     panties were pulled up over the garter belt and then came a dress with a

built in push up bra and slits all the way up to his waist. he got

     a pair of heels the same color of the dress. "This is lovely."

     "Before I make you inert again, I'd like you to sign this contact to

allow me to use your formula." James said as he believed into doing

     everything above board. Taking the pen between her long polished fingers,

she gladly signed.

     "Before I become a mannequin again, could you tell me what happened to

my mother?" Bill asked as he found his arms and legs

     automatically taken a mannequin pose when he didn't think about it. "She

must be worried when I didn't go to MIT."

     "Not to worry." James said with a smile. "I too am good faking other

people's handwriting. I see to it your mother gets letters from you

     now and then saying how well your doing in your new mannequin modeling job.

In fact, I think she's seen you while shopping here."

     "So she thinks I'm working as a living mannequin, instead of a real

mannequin?" Betty said puzzled. "That at least makes me feel a

     little better."

     "Least I can do since you have a family." James said with a wicked smile

on his face as he cast the spell to bring the mannequin fourth

     again. "You'll get the last laugh on your two full mannequin friends since

they have no close contacts."

     Bill wondered what James meant as Susie wheeled her out to the middle of

formal wear. he knew the next time her clothes where

     changed it would be as she stood as a floor mannequin. Before Susie moved

her head into the position she wanted, she waited so

     that Bill's fixed eyes could see James workers Crissy and Sandy pushing

Dolly and Daisy to the back room. "Wondering what will

     happen to them?" Susie whispered into Bill's plastic ear. "James has two

buyers line up for them. One will end up in some mannequin

     collector's basement. The other is being sold to a nearby tailor shop."

     "Don't you worry." Susie said as she sensed Bills thoughts. "James never

sells those with family connections. He gives them a chance

     to cancel their contract and become human in time if that's what you really

want."

     As Susie finished positioning Bill in his new pose, Bill couldn't think

of ever wanting to be human and growing old. Not when she could

     wear the most fabulous clothes each year, feel constant arousal from the

dildo inside her, and have movement once in awhile when

     James had a job for her like with Crissy, Susie and Sandy.

     EPILOGUE:

     While Bill went on to exist happily ever after, Tammy, Crystal, Dolly

and Daisy got just what they deserve. Crystal, whose legs were her

     best feature, sold many colors of pantyhose. When James learned the truth

about Tammy, he took her home for his own wife. James

     knew she was hell on a pair of hose and could use one that would never run.

Dolly wound up in the basement of a collector. She was

     kept dust free, but only saw her new owner and fellow mannequins. Since

they were never alive, she couldn't speak to them. As for

     Daisy, she made a great tailor dummy with the option to be sold back to

James if he ever didn't need her anymore.

     THE END

 

 

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