Mannequin Transformation. You can't move, but you can feel, my mannequin. You feel fingers touching you. Hands reach around to remove your clothing. You can't turn to see whose hands they are. Maybe they're mine, reaching from behind. You might blush if you could control your body. But nothing stops you from enjoying it. There's a hand between your legs. There are hands all down your legs now, and you have a moment of imbalance as if you're unsteady. The hands from behind you. You still can't see who, frozen like a mannequin. It feels incredible. Incredible enough to almost make you forget the crowd watching. They really like watching this.