she can be yours
I understand, I really do. You have long imagined that it would be cozy to come home and have Marilyn Monroe waiting by the crackling fireside.
not quite home
Life in a department store is never quite like home.
For the most part, the department store was pretty dark at night. Sometimes Cora would go up and down the elevator to pass the time.
SLIE: Sensual-lips-imperfect-eyebrows. We hold very high standards for our fine artificial women.
Jenny at 5
Jennifer had been made, not born. Never had a mother, sisters or brothers. She was just property, belonging to some funky store manager.
From out of the East, high tech adaptations.
Pamela was allowed to come to life for three days and three nights every three years. Try as she might, she could not erase the tell-tale line between arm and torso. She tried makeup and even colored putty.
Shy, retiring, these two stood together in the same display window. When their three year rotation came around, they took the days together.
Properly styled, the hair may cover the torso creases.
Very late, one moonless night, the Watchers came to Monica and offered her a choice. She could remain perfect and nearly eternally young, or... or she could become a real human female, with all the finite vicissitudes. She took two minutes to make up her mind.
reclining in a display window