already she could barely move at all…and her skin…it took on a waxy sheen as i
already she could barely move at all…and her skin…it took on a waxy sheen as if … as if it was turning to plastic… her eyes were fixed in a glassy stare and… even her thoughts were slowing down…as if they too were turning solid…“It…it…the…Pearlyhose? She…gave …me?” Thinking was nearly impossible now, but she could still see her friend within her field of vision. Her so-called friend who insisted she try on this new hosiery…the Pearlyhose. “Yes. Yes, sweetie" Her friend said, as if reading her mind. “It’s the Pearlyhose. You see, they’re opening up a new Boutique at the Hypno Salon and Spa Resort and they need some display mannequins, for clothes and whatnot. So I thought you’d be perfect…" “Just imagine all the fun you’ll have, being dressed in all different kinds of outfits and then undressed again. All those hands running all over your body, rubbing and touching. I’m almost jealous…Almost.” -- source link
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