Saturday, what a beautiful day, a time to relax, time to go out and enjoy the sights. Time to go to the mall. Whenever I go to the mall it is in an easy to understand manner. I start at one end and walk to the other, stopping in my favorite stores along the way, and looking at EVERY single window and storefront. You never know what you might see going on in these things. As a freeze model and living mannequin lover any chance to see women posing in windows is an exciting opportunity.

I remember over the summer walking through a local mall, and as I passed by a store, I knew something wasn’t right. There was a girl in the doorway talking to people who came by the store. Then, as I looked at the windows, I realized that she was there to distract people from staring too much at the freeze models in the windows. She was doing a good job too. She had great legs, which kept me from even looking at the windows until it was way too late. It’s hard to correct a mistake like that when you are walking with a bunch of friends who don’t know about the thrill of this kind of stuff. I managed to convince them to make a couple more quick passes for various reasons, but I couldn’t get them to stop and wait while I stared for a while, or while I took pictures. I always figure that when I do get a good chance, I will immediately stop and buy a camera and snap a bunch load of pictures. They always say, take a picture it will last longer. And, it amazes me how still pictures are able to capture the look of the living mannequin. It seems odd, since we are kinda looking for that bit of waiver, or slight movement, and eye movements. So that day was disappointing. I got home that night, and logged online to see if that chain had info on the website, or if they were doing it anywhere else on Sunday that I could drive too. But I had no such luck. It was then that I began to long for a second chance.

So, back to the present day, this mall was big. They had planned some renovations to turn it into the second biggest mall in America; right behind, yup you guessed it, Mall of America. I would say it takes about 2 hours to walk across it, but then you have to go upstairs and come back for another 2 hours. I was only here with my parents last weekend, so I don’t know what made me come back. I know I have been on the look out for more and more ASFR stuff lately, so that must have something to do with it.

On this day, things didn’t look good. Window after window was empty. I have noticed that these days’s stores aren’t putting any mannequins into mall windows anymore. Sometimes a bust here or there, or the legs showing off the new pantyhose at Victoria Secrets, but not much else. It’s days like this that make the doorway greeters look suddenly more appealing. They are always dressed up so nicely, and if there are no customers close by, or if they have someone else working with them, they will start to fall asleep leaning against a music rack, or clothing rack, and look surprisingly ASFR like. I think this may be based on the fact that Fashion Bug has made there greeters do freeze modeling on occasion. And since I have been lucky enough to catch that more then once, I have begun to think that all greeters are mannequins, or at least, they should be.

I had been in the mall for about an hour without any good sights, when I decided to grab a soda. There is this great discount everything store that has a 20 once bottle of Coke for only 88 cents. It’s a great price, so I always stop there. It’s an oddly shaped store that must have been wedged into its space for whatever reason. It consisted of a slightly narrow hallway that extended back, with merchandise on both sides, and stuff up the middle, and then at the end a largish room, with the registers and soda coolers.

I entered the store, expecting nothing unusual from a Mom and Pops convenience store. As I walked up the hallway part of the store, I saw a display for cheap plastic patio furniture. There was a stack of boxes and at the top of the short foot high pile was a plastic chair. Sitting in it was a young, 18-20 year old girl, dressed up in the style of the day, tight shirt, overly baggy jeans and sandals, sitting there reading a book. I should have realized right then that no one would plop down there to read a book, but since people do loiter in stores with chairs it didn’t seem that odd. So, I brushed it off and kept on walking, half expecting to see her boyfriend down in the coolers picking out soda for them while she waited.

I then proceeded past all the stuff that this store contained. It always amazes me how much stuff always gets fit in these stores. Everything from house wares, to food. I made my way down to the end of the hall and into the big room and came across something I hadn’t noticed before. There was a big stack of Coke 12 packs. They had been set up into a nice looking stack, but they had been set up to provide a chair, or bench, or a throne even. And of course, the point of this story, sitting on that throne was another 20-year-old commonly dressed girl. Her elbows were on her knees, her chin was propped in her chin, and she was staying as still as possible. After seeing the first girl I was going to write this one off for the same thing, but as I got past her, I turned around and looked and I could just tell. I know the other LMQ lovers out there will know what I mean. I took one look at her, and it hit me like a ton of bricks what I had missed in that other girl. They were both there on display for whatever reason. I looked around for a sign or information or anything of the sort, but there was nothing. My mind quickly kicked into overdrive. I had been planning for this moment for 5 years. After careful training from James_ML and others I know I was ready. Oh, ok, maybe that is overboard.

Not knowing immediately what to do I proceed to the coolers and picked up a soda. Then I briefly looked around and found the disposable camera rack. I picked up the one with the largest number of shots, completely ignoring the price. It’s ok to use the charge card in a situation like this. Setting down the soda I opened the packaging on the camera and got it set up, then walked back around toward the girl on the soda cases. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do this. I was afraid that if I started snapping pictures that I would draw attention and one or both girls would move and try to defend themselves or something. I backed my way up the hallway part of the store, but not far enough to come across the girl on the patio furniture. I brought the camera up to my eye, spotted the girl on the soda through the viewfinder and snapped a picture. I heard the small click of the camera, but it didn’t seem to attract much attention. I moved closer to her and changed my angle to her and took another, and another. Then I saw her bat her eyes and look at me. Then the expression on her first changed from the plain straight-faced look to a slight grin. But just as quickly it was back to the plain pose and her eyes were forward again. I took that as a sign of approval and moved right in front of her, almost face to face, and snapped another one. I looked down at the camera. I had taken 5 shots of her, out of the 27 on the camera. I decided to see what was up with the girl on the patio chair. Coming up behind her I took a couple then one of her side as I came around. She was still in the same pose as when I came into the store. She was sitting back in the chair, her legs crossed, and her hands holding some kind of novel in her lap. Her eyes didn’t appear to move and I hadn’t heard her change the page, so I was unsure whether she was actually reading or not. I took five more pictures of her from different angles, and decided to go back to the other girl.

That’s when I noticed that in the front window where two more girls. "How the heck did I miss those?" I wondered to myself. One of them was sitting Indian style dressed just like the two in the store. The other one was dressed differently though. She was wearing a white blouse, and a blue skirt. A pair of tan pantyhose coated her legs. She was sitting on the floor, with her legs under her with no shoes on.

I realized I had to take pictures of them too. I wondered how long I had been in the store for, and why the shop owner didn’t try to harass me for taking the pictures, but I wasn’t going to complain about it.

I got closer to them, and my other fetish, the leg and foot one kicked in. I wanted to so much to tickle the bottom of her frozen feet. It is an ultimate fantasy, combining 2 of my favorite things, but I knew that would be pushing the limit, so I walked out in front of the store and took a bunch of pictures of them through the front window glass.

It was my actions that started drawing people over to see what was going on, and people began watching them to see if they would move, just like crowds tend to do at any freeze modeling show. I took that time to slip back into the store. I checked my camera again, and found out I had 2 pictures remaining, so I snapped a face close up of the girl with the book and another distance shot of the girl on the soda, and decided to call it a day. I went over to the camera rack, and picked up the box for my camera, and my bottle of soda, and went over to pay for them. I opened my wallet and paid for the stuff. The camera was surprisingly cheap for 27 exposures. On my way out of the store, I opened up my wallet and took out two twenty-dollar bills. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but I slipped one into each of the 2 girls in the stores pockets, and said thank-you to them. I considered it a tip, I hope no one thought I was paying for a sexual favor.

I backed all the way to the door, refusing to take my eyes off the two girls. I am still not sure if that girl ever did change the page in that book. I only ever saw them blink occasionally. As I got to the door I noticed the two girls in the window had climbed out and were on their way over to me. Oh no, I thought. What if they want to yell at me or something? They both asked me why I was taking pictures, and I tried to come up with something quick. I told them I worked for the malls promotional committee and that I was going to use them for future publications and PR stuff. It was total BS, but what was I going to do, tell them I was going to post them online for other guys to gawk at and have fantasies about? I thanked them for doing such a great job and slipped out of the store. I slipped the camera into my pocket and made a note to get it developed soon. I continued my trek through the mall, being sure to look in even the most insignificant windows. At one store I saw two little girls playing in a window among the metal frames that had replaced the mannequins in the storefront. They both took on different poses and held them for a moment before getting bored and finding a new one. Ah, freeze models in training I thought to myself as I gave them a smile and left the mall.

I was saddened this morning to wake up and find out that it was only a dream. It seemed so real, in fact, later in the dream I tell somebody about the experience and know it is a dream. Strange, strange, strange. Unfortunately that also means there are no pictures, and no undeveloped disposable camera. The only part of this story that is real is the flashback in the beginning about seeing the freeze models with my friends at Casual Corner.

The End
1998