This had to be one of the worst jobs my uncle could have given me. Why did I have to be the one to dress the new mannequins?
If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to dress them in lingerie. Maybe most sixteen year old boys would be happy to be elbows deep in women’s bras and panties…maybe I would too if I weren’t having to do it where anyone passing by the store front could see me.
After adjusting the bra strap on the last mannequin, I glanced out into the mall, and came face-to-face with my worst nightmare.
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