She gazes
(unperturbed)
at the point above his head
as he removes
her blouse
tosses it aside.
She's not wearing
a bra
or a knickers either
as the crowd discover
as he unzips her skirt
& it falls
in a heap
about her feet.
The crowd gasp
at her perfection
he now dresses her
(as if for his own amusement)
in only
knickers & ba
(some very sexy stockings)
changes her
from blonde to brunette
with a whim
of wig
then goes on
his coffee break.
Only then
does the manequin
feel complete
smiles to her
self
in the window's reflection.
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