Marybeth heard a chime at the front of the store.
"Please go to the back to await shipment."
"Yes. This one is a nylon slave. This one obeys." The faceless nylon girl that had been Abby said, slipping on her heels and walking to the back door.
Marybeth walked out to the front to find a pair of college girls laughing at the front desk.
One was a blonde with long hair with shorts and a tanktop, and the other was a brunette with short hair in a grey sweater dress.
"Hi, I'm Brittany and this is Melissa, and we wanted to try out that massage?" Brittany the blonde said.
"Yeah!" Melissa said.
"Of course!" Marybeth, "Brittany, if you follow me, I'll get you situated, and then I'l be right back to help you Melissa."
Marybeth led Brittany to the back, and as Brittany slid back into the chair, the restraints secured her.
Brittany tried to yell for help, but couldn't speak.
Marybeth said, "Don't worry, your stress, responsibilities, memories, and mind are about to melt away, and you'll be so happy once you've been nylonified."
The energy poured over Brittany, white nylon forming at her fingertips and toes as she struggled, and Marybeth walked out to get Melissa.
