Wasn't happy with where I had to break off this morning so here's a little more just to end that "episode" :-)

Pt 6

“I’d like to introduce you to Millie!” the brown-haired woman said with a grin, guiding the still-naked Dinah to the area of the room where the stuffed figures stood along with the featureless dummy.

“Millie?” Dinah asked, a little puzzled, “Is that what that little girl is called?”

“Oh, no!” the woman chuckled, “We think we did find her name in some old records but no. I’m talking about Millie the Mannequin!” She put her arm around the shoulders of the dummy. “She’s our prototype to test the design but we’ll be making one especially for you. That’s what we needed all the precise measurements for!”

“What do you mean?” asked Dinah, full of curiosity, “What is it? She, I mean?”

“Well,” the woman explained with a smile, “you know why the museum needed to replace the girl who’s place you’ll be taking? The fungus that destroyed her skin?” Dinah nodded, “Well we looked into it and we think it’s something to do with the stuffing that they used back then. See, people are much harder to stuff than animals, that’s why we have to use the special process we’ll explain when we’re about to do it. People don’t have fur to help disguise any stitching or odd stuffing so they had to work out how to do it. From what we can tell, having studied her before she was incinerated, they used a standard wire frame inside to act like a skeleton then filled the skin with damp soil which was easy to push into the extremities, like fingers and toes, and to mould to the right shape to fill out the buttocks and suchlike, then once the skin was stitched together it would dry out but stay mostly in place, allowing for slight pose-changes, that sort of thing.” Dinah nodded. She was not entirely sure she understood but didn’t want the nice lady to think that she was dim. Also, she was much more interested in what was planned for her than what had happened to some other girl over a century ago and hoped the woman would get to the point soon!

“Anyway, we think there were microbes or spores in that soil that grew and spread over the years and eventually erupted out onto the surface, effectively destroying the skin, and we don’t want that to happen to you so we came up with a new idea! And that’s where Millie comes in! Go ahead, touch her.” Dinah reached out and touched the chest of the androgynous figure. She had expected hard plastic like a shop window dummy but instead it was soft, jelly-like. It felt solid enough to touch but she was also sure that, with enough pressure she could push her fingers through it.

“Millie has a wire skeleton again,” the woman explained, “but a little more complex than the Victorian ones. Hers extends down into the fingers so they can be arranged individually if the museum ever decided to display you holding something, for example. Her main body is made from a kind of gel that holds its shape. It can be pushed and squashed but will always spring back to the same shape. That why we needed close-up pictures of every part of you, including you chest and vulva…”

“My what?” Dinah asked.

“Um..” the woman sought for a word the little girl might understand. “Your pussy?”

“Oh, right!” Dinah giggled. “But that goes in, not out?”

“See how it bulges here?” The woman knelt down again the way she had when pointing out the pressure marks left by Dinah’s clothes. She gently pressed the little girl’s smooth pubic mound. “It sticks out a little, like half and egg.” Dinah looked down and realised that she was right. She was very well aware of what she had between her legs and the pleasure it could provide with judicious application of her finger-tips but she had never given too much thought to the general contours of the area. Now that the woman pointed it out, however, she could see what she meant. “And then there’s your cute butt of course!” The woman grinned and stood up. “Wouldn’t want that to lose its shape, would we?” Dinah agreed with a giggle.

“So that’s what Millie’s for.” The woman concluded. “We make a new one to your exact measurements and following your shape, then stretch your skin over her. That was, you should keep the exact same shape you have now and there’s nothing for corrosive fungus to breed in inside you! Plus, as a bonus, the gel mimics the consistency of muscle so to anyone touching you, you’ll still feel like a real, living girl. Other than being much colder that it!” Dinah liked that idea. She knew that she would be dead so it didn’t really matter but the more lifelike her preservation, the better it seemed to her.

“We brought these out for you to compare.” The woman explained, guiding Dinah by the shoulders to the stuffed Victorian children. Touch them and you’ll see what I mean.” Although she had spent quite a bit of time the day before standing between these two figures, Dinah had not dared to touch them. It felt rude to do so without being told it was okay and she had been worried that they were fragile and didn’t want to break them with her carelessness. With permission now, however, she reached out and touched the girl on the arm. It felt like touching and over-stuffed leather sofa. Hard and shiny somehow. In fact, this little girl who looked to be so beautifully preserved felt far more how she had expected Millie to.

“You’ll see there’s no give.” The woman continued. “No springiness in their skin and that they’re packed very solid.” Curiously, Dinah touched various parts of the little girl’s body with one hand using the other to compare to her own. While the stuffed girl’s bottom was cute and round it had none of the bounciness of her own and the puffy lips of her vulva were as solid as her skull.

“Can I touch the boy too?” she asked, a little shyly.

“Of course.” The woman smiled. “That’s what they’re here for!” Almost immediately Dinah reached out and touched his willy. It too was rock solid, despite its flaccid state. She reached under and felt for his testicles but his scrotum was simply packed solid and moulded to shape like the rest of him. Suddenly the figures seemed far less like real children but simply well-painted dolls. Dinah was very glad that she would not end up like them, that she would continue to feel soft and supple for as long as she lasted which, from what the woman had said, should be a lot longer than her predecessor.

“Well, if you don’t have any more questions,” the woman smiled, “you can get dressed and be on your way.” She smiled over at Mr and Mrs Martinez who had been watching quietly but with just as much interest as their daughter. “I’ll give you a call in a few days when we have everything ready and we can arrange for you to bring Dinah in for final processing.”