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Storycodes: M/f; F/f; transform; majick; mannequin; display; store; stand; insert; tease; kiss; lovedoll; climax; cons; X
Dream Weaver: A Week in Plastic
What would you do with nigh-unlimited magical power? Conquer the world maybe? Or perhaps live out your deepest, darkest fantasies? Maybe you would become a real-life superhero, helping the people of the world. Or maybe you'd do nothing, just try to ignore the fact that reality is in the palm of your hand and go on leading a normal life. I've been around long enough to have tried all of these options but the first; even with unlimited power, running the world seems like far too much work and I'd probably screw it up more than it already is, so I'm content to run a few small things from the shadows on that front.
So what am I doing with my powers now I hear you asking? I've opened a shop. I find it's quite fulfilling helping others live out their fantasies, and I keep records of each person I interact with so if someone with a compatible fantasy to a previous customer comes into my shop I can help them both. These records are also fun to read through simply for pleasure and I know I'm not the only one who would enjoy them; so allow me to share the story of a recent customer of mine – one Saki Ono – through her own perspective, thanks to a spirit I had tag along in her head when she first noticed my shop.
So I go on vacation for a couple of weeks and my favourite bath-soap store closes its doors on me and is replaced by... I don't even know. The sign says Dream Weaver so maybe it's a bedding store. Although the stuff in the windows doesn't look like bedding, it's just a bunch of vials filled with colourful liquids. I guess I won't figure out what this place is unless I go inside.
Whoa, I don't remember this shop being quite so big. Did the new owners open up the back rooms to make the store bigger? Then again, I don't think my store would get to this size if we did that, and we're only three units over. And if they had done that, there would be nowhere for an employee to hide from a customer, and this place is desert..
“Can I help you miss?”
“Aaah!” What the heck? Where did he come from?
“Oh! I'm sorry, I must have startled you, I've been told I need to be a bit noisier when I enter a room to avoid these situations.”
“No, it's alright. I'm easy to startle to begin with and being lost in thought doesn't help that.” There's no door there, just a wall behind a counter. Unless he was sleeping behind that before I came in, how did he get there? “Maybe you can answer my question though, do you know what happened to the hand-made soap store that was open here just a couple of weeks ago? I'm friends with the owner and she never said anything about going out of business.”
“Soap store? Is that where I've ended up? I suppose that doesn't really matter though. Don't worry, your friend's store is still open and I'm sure it's doing brisk business. I've simply borrowed her storefront for a while, and only for a select few people, congratulations on being one of them.”
“Ooookaay... Look, I enjoy a joke as much as the next girl but I'm seriously worried about my friend, if you don't know what happened just say that.” What exactly is this guy on? 'Borrowing' a storefront and only having certain people see it? I guess it would be amazing if that could actually happen, but it has to be impossible.
“I'm not joking though. Tell you what: why don't you go outside my store, then turn around and see for yourself that your friend's store is still there. Then when you've reassured yourself that she's doing fine, you can find me again by simply leaving her store and turning around again.”
“You know you sound nuts right?”
“Sounding nuts and being nuts are two different things. Now go! See what I'm talking about for yourself.”
“Fine, I'll play along. But you know that when I turn around and your store is still here I'm just going to leave.”
“I'm not going to stop you if you decide to do that, but you'll be missing out on a life-changing experience if you do.”
What a weird guy. I'm almost tempted to not even bother turning around, why give him the satisfaction of seeing me following his orders?.. Wait I smell soap. What? There it is... Suddz. And I can see Vivian inside helping customers.
This is surreal, how can two stores be in the same place? Does Vivian know there's a strange man stealing her storefront? I guess I could go ask her, but the place is as busy as ever and I don't want to cause a scene by sounding like a mad-woman. I guess I should find out what this Dream Weaver store is all about now; he'll be the only one who can tell me. What did he say to do? Just turn around... And it's back. In I go I guess.
“Yeah. You've got me curious Mister Disappearing-Shop-Man. What is this place?”
“Please, call me Quill. This place is my shop, I sell various magical items and potions that I've created, all with the aim of helping people live out their fantasies. And for you to be here right now means that my sensor-spells decided you have a deep-seated fantasy that I can help you with Miss Saki Ono.”
“Magic? You sell magic? I'm sorry, but even after seeing your shop vanish and reappear that's still a little hard to swallow.” Live out a fantasy? He can't mean that. Even if he does, can he really do it? And would I want it to happen?
“Well then allow me to give you another small demonstration, you'll need to be the target of my spell though. I get the feeling that unless it happens to you directly, you won't be wholly convinced. I can assure you that I won't bring you any harm.”
He wants to use magic. On me. Can this really be real? Am I having some sort of weird dream? Maybe something fell on my head and I'm just in a coma, and this is my brain's way of telling me something is wrong? I guess I should answer him... “Fine. Something small, that you can undo if I don't like it. Just enough to prove you are what you say you are.”
His eyes are glowing!
“Saki, your hair is going to grow until it reaches your butt.”
“What? That's it? That's your spell? Just telling me my hair is going to grow?”
“Were you expecting some big incantation? It's a simple spell that needs only to be a simple command. You look great like that by the way.”
“What are you talking abo... Oh. I guess that spell worked. Do you have a mirror I could look at? I want you to change my hair back since my head feels way too heavy, but I've always wondered what I'd look like with longer hair.” He wasn't lying! Maybe he CAN help me.
“Over near the back there's a few mirrors. Stay away from the gold-framed ones though; they can have some strange effects on people who are under enchantments. They should all be covered, but I find it best to always give a warning. By the way: your hair is going to change back to normal when you're done looking in the mirror.”
“If that was another spell then thanks.” Wow! I do look good, maybe I'll ask him to throw hair growth in with my fantasy spell. Not that it would really matter now that I think about it.
“So Saki, I've proven my power to you, and I know you have some kind of fantasy that I can help you with, but my sensor-spells can only tell me so much. I don't know what it is you would want me to do. Care to enlighten me?”
Should I tell him? It seems so silly to say it out loud, and I'm not even sure if I really want it to happen. All the best stories make it out to be enjoyable, but those are just stories, this is real. But if I don't tell him, I'm going to spend the rest of my life regretting it, I just know it. So... here goes nothing.
“I want to be a mannequin.”
“A mannequin? That's your fantasy?”
“Yes. I mean... no. I mean... maybe?” Come on! Why can't I make up my mind?
“You seem undecided, maybe that's why my sensors picked you out. Believe it or not but there are already many ways out there for a girl like you to go get yourself turned into a mannequin. You only need to go looking for it and someone in the know will be happy to oblige you. Some of the mannequins in this very mall are former living women like yourself. Of course, most of those methods are more permanent than you seem to be looking for, at least at this time. I can offer you a variety of different ways to be transformed, as well as different lengths, and if you wish I can even get you into any window of any store wearing any outfit you'd like.”
“Really?” That doesn't sound so bad. If his services aren't too expensive maybe I can get him to have me on display in one of the evening dresses at my store for a week, just as a trial run.
“Of course! Your fantasy isn't as uncommon as you might think, so it's one that I'm well prepared for. Do you have anything in mind right now? I can have you standing stiffly in a window anywhere in the world by the end of the night if you wish.”
“Well... I do have something in mind, but I just took a vacation from work, I don't know if it would be a good idea to say I need another week off.” Dammit... why couldn't I have found this place during my time off?
“Just leave that to me, tell me where you work and I can ensure you won't have any problems.”
This is getting to be too good to be true. Why do I have a feeling that when he tells me the price of all this I'm going to have to go deep into debt to go through with it? I guess that would be a way to ensure he eventually gets a newly-minted mannequin to sell that was formerly a woman avoiding debt. Gah! I need to stop worrying, he seems reasonable enough, maybe he'll have some sort of instalment option.
“Well... I work at the store I'd like to be displayed in, we have a small collection of designer evening gowns, and there's a particular one I know I'll never be able to afford. It's black, strapless, and backless with a semi transparent bust, and a form fitting cut. I've tried it on in secret before and it looks great on me. If you could get me in the front window of my store wearing that dress for a week I think it would be a good test of whether or not I want to be a mannequin for a longer period of time.”
“You want to be displayed in your own store? That makes things easier for me then, I can probably work some magic and even have you paid as if you were working.”
“That would be awesome! But speaking of money.... how much will this cost me? I'm not exactly rolling in it working a retail job.” And here it comes, the whopping number that's going to put me massively in debt and seal my fate in plastic forever.
“And I'm not exactly wanting for money considering I have control over the very fabric of the universe. I have a few operating costs, however, including buying potion ingredients and the like, so how does fifty sound for the week?”
Did I just hear him right?
“You're looking at me like I'm about to say 'and add your immortal soul to the deal'. I'm not some devil trying to trick you, I'm just a mage who wants to enhance other people's enjoyment of their lives. So is fifty dollars too rich for your blood?”
“No! No. Fifty is good, I actually have that on me right now... Here. So how does this work? Do you just tell me that I'm going to become a mannequin, and then I do?” I think I might be a bit disappointed if that's all it is.
“No, growing hair is simple, causing a flesh-and-blood woman to become a hollow piece of plastic is far more complex. For your first transformation though lets stick to a classic: The display stand transformation. This stand should be a match to the ones they use in your shop correct?”
“Yeah, so what do I do exactly?” I've read enough stories that I think I know what he's going to say.
“Well, you're going to have to strip down and then stand over the base in the pose you want to hold for the week. Make sure you are in contact with the pole, it doesn't have to be inside you, though it is an option. Once you're in the pose you want, tap your right foot three times, the pole will then trigger the transformation. It may make some small adjustments to your pose, things like arching your plastic feet to fit high-heels, and raising your breasts as if you were wearing a bra, but beyond that the pose choice is yours. If you want some privacy there's a room in the back with mirrors on each wall, you can watch yourself transform in there.”
“I think I'll take you up on that. Thank you!” I can't believe this is really going to happen. I wonder what the change is going to feel like?
“You're very welcome. I'm going to close the shop while you're in there and go arrange for your window to be prepared. Don't take too long picking a pose, I'd like to get you out of here and on display shortly after I get back.”
“Alright. I have one in mind already so I shouldn't take long.” I wonder why the rush? Maybe the spells needed to get me in there are on a time limit. Oh well, I do know what I want to do, a nice simple pose that you'd see on an average mannequin.
Lets see... the pole is coming out of the centre of the base and he said it needs to be in contact with me. Oh! The height can be adjusted. Hmm... I'm going to be wearing a tight fitting dress, and the pose I have in mind wouldn't allow for that much room behind me without the pole showing through... I guess there's nothing for it but to centre myself over the stand. I'll get mostly into pose before raising it though, I don't want to get too distracted.
Now... Left leg straight, right leg slightly behind, with the foot at a right angle to the left and a slight bend in the knee. Lean my torso just a little to the right to create a curve and have my right arm hanging down with a slight bend in the elbow and my left arm hanging and following the curve of my body. Now I just turn my head to the left a bit and stare off into the distance.
Ok... I look pretty good, three taps of my right foot and... OH! Wow... that feels strange, but it's definitely pleasant. I can't move anymore, and I can see my body starting to change. The place where the stand inserted itself is already just a round hole for it to go into, with the area around it being as smooth as any other mannequin's. Looks like it's spreading out to make my hips and butt into plastic first.
This is surreal, I'm watching myself turn into an object! Not only that but I did this to myself willingly and even paid to make it happen. It feels good though. My plastic parts are all tingly, it's not quite orgasmic, but it is pleasurable.
The transformation has reached my feet, and there they go, arching themselves like a normal mannequin's. I'm ready for high-heels now, and they won't hurt to wear! There are some perks to being plastic. Well, my lower half is done, now it's spreading up.
There goes my stomach, I wonder how the magic deals with all my internal organs? Are they becoming plastic too? Or are they just vanishing as the transformation spreads? Oh, I want to watch this; my breasts are about to change. Just as I thought, they didn't raise much! I'm allowed to feel proud of that fact right? Well this is interesting; apparently I'm to be a mannequin without nipples. Not even little bumps, my breasts are just round plastic orbs now. Given that I'll be wearing a semi-transparent fabric over that area maybe this is intentional since mannequins don't wear bras? Oh well, that area seems to be even more tingly than the rest of me, besides where the stand is inserted, so I don't really mind.
My head is about to change! Guess my arms were finished while I was focusing on my lack of nipples. Up and up it comes, there's my lips, just glossy plastic now. My nose is done, with my nostrils just being indents in the plastic. My gorgeous blue eyes are glass now. That's a nice touch, I don't like the painted on look as much. I guess all that's left is for my hair to become a wig. After it grows down to the small of my back apparently. I guess he must have known I'd want this.
Well, I'm officially just a Sakiquinn now. Hey.. Wait a minute, it looks like there's something written on my butt. It's hard to focus on it in the mirrors, but... it says Saki. And under that it has a bar-code. Should I be worried? Or is this just an extra touch on Quill's part? Oooh... that tingly feeling is getting stronger... though it's in bands around my body... ah! I see. My separation points. Now I can be dismantled. Is that a good thing?
“I'm back Saki. You ready for display?”
You know it's impossible to answer yes to that so why bother asking? Just come in here and tell your creation how she looks.
“Wow, you look great. A nice classic pose, and I can't help but notice where you placed yourself in regards to the stand. As an added bonus for girls who go that route, the stand is set to vibrate whenever the mall is closed. You don't need to sleep now so I figure you'll need some form of entertainment.”
You twisted, brilliant man. I hadn't thought about needing to sleep or not, so I guess this will help me pass the time. Now tell me about that bar code! I'm worried. And what happens if the week runs out and some part of me isn't on me?
“Alright, lets get you over to the shop for display, the manager seemed really attached to that dress so I couldn't persuade her to let me bring it over here so I could dress you myself. I guess I'll have to bring you through the mall as is. Don't worry, it's only a short trip. I'd dismantle you but those lines are just pivot points to help with dressing; you can't be taken apart.”
Well that's one thing off my mind.
“You also may have noticed a bar-code on your butt. Don't think on that one too hard, it's just to help you blend in with the other mannequins.”
And there's the other. Is he reading my mind?
“I need some way of communicating with my subjects don't I? Don't worry though, I can only do this when you're in a transformed state, not when you're a normal human being. So are you ready to begin your week on display my Sakiquinn?”
Less talking more walking Quill, I can't get there on my own.
“Well you're getting quite a bit of attention already Saki. How does it feel?”
Walking through a mall with a naked mannequin on a push-cart is always going to draw attention, and if you're talking to it that's just going to draw more. Not to mention that because I'm naked people can see exactly where my support stand is going. Couldn't you have thrown a towel over me or something?
“And deprive the people of seeing you in all your plastic glory? Never. Besides, we're only going three stores over. Look, we're here already. Also don't worry about people thinking I'm crazy since they can't hear me talking to you; I have a privacy spell taking care of that.”
Of course you do. So how did you get me in here? Am I just a new mannequin that the manager is renting from you? Or did you work some sort of mind-control and they'll think I'm just coming back from repairs?
“Neither of those. Your manager decided you'd serve the shop better as a mannequin after seeing you trying on the dress you like so much, so she had me see to that.”
What? Wait... Have you been playing me this whole time? Is this really temporary? Or did I just sign on to be a mannequin for eternity?
“Relax Saki, you're like this for a week, not any longer. That was simply the most convenient story to work into the managers head. In a week she'll be wracked by guilt and will have me change you back to normal, and she'll pay you three times what you would make in a week. Also, she paid me a nice sum of five hundred for having you changed, and will give me another two-fifty to change you back. All of which I'm going to pass on to you. Geez, if you had lungs I bet you'd be hyperventilating by now.”
If you don't want me freaking out then don't say things that scare me. I'm still not sure what to think about all this, and I'm going to be worrying the rest of the week that you're not really on my side now.
“Saki, you can trust me. If I had really wanted you to be a permanent mannequin at the behest of someone else I'd have changed you the minute you walked into the store. I don't do that to people though; I use my powers for... not necessarily good, but at least for the pleasure of those I use them on. If you're going to worry the whole week I'll change you back right now.”
No. Don't. I'll try to relax, this is just so surreal you have to understand. I never thought this would actually happen. And I might be a bit more jumpy than I should be because of all the stories I’ve read. Too often even the willing transformed girls wind up in situations they didn't think they would.
“Well you're not one of those. I'll be back in a week to change you back to normal. Now if I've answered all your questions, shall we go in? It's a bit awkward standing out here with a naked mannequin on a push-cart with a stand going into her crotch.”
I hate you.
“I think I almost saw your glass eyes rolling. There's the manager, lets get you in place.”
“You finally came in. Why did you stand out there for so long?”
“Sorry ma’am, just explaining to Saki here her new role in life. I changed her rather quickly so she's probably still in shock.”
“Be quiet, I'd rather people not know where the new mannequin came from. Just get her over to the window and get out of here.”
“Alright ma'am. I should tell you though that the spell is just a little unstable.”
“Oh, it's nothing major, it's just that for the first week the spell is still at work. There's a chance it could run out of energy before finishing the job fully, so every day or so it's a good idea to top it off. All you need to do for that is have someone kiss her, everyone has some magic energy in them, and a kiss is a good way of transferring that energy to the spell. Make sure it's on the lips too; the mouth is one of the best places for energy to flow through.”
“What happens if the spell runs out of energy?”
“It reverses itself using the fail-safe energy it has stored.”
“Fine, we'll keep it charged. Now go!”
“Will do ma'am.”
You just made all that up didn't you?
“Yup. Enjoy! I'll be back to check up on you. But for now I'll leave you in the capable hands of the lady in the window.”
Thank you Quill. I'll try not to freak myself out for the week. But you'd better be back!
“You know I will be. Excuse me miss, but I was told to bring this to you.”
Oh! It's Sarah. I guess I should have known I'd run into her. I wonder what she thinks of seeing a mannequin that looks like her friend?
“Thanks. I'll take good care of her!”
“I'm sure you will. Take care!”
“You too! Now Saki shall we get you dressed?”
Did she just say Saki?
“Oh Saki, I told you trying on that dress was a bad idea. Nancy has a bad habit of overreacting to people not following her rules. Now look at you; you're an inanimate testament to just how far she'll go to ensure people follow them.”
Huh... I guess Nancy must have told Sarah about my being changed. Or is this Quill's doing? Either way being dressed by her feels good. Anywhere she touches me that tingly feeling gets stronger. I guess the stories have this part right, human touch feels great!
“Well, I guess now you at least get to wear this dress. It looks great on you by the way, even if you're meant to display it, not the other way around. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you, but I think if I had I'd be right here with you. Maybe Nancy will eventually get over it and have you changed back, but knowing her you're in this for the long haul. Sorry Saki.”
I look great? Come on Sarah show me a mirror! ... Bah. She can't read my mind like Quill can, and now she's out of the window. And so my life as a display piece truly begins. Except the mall is closing in fifteen minutes so I guess I'll have to wait until to tomorrow to really get a feel for this.
Not many people in the mall at this time of day, and of the few that walk by only one or two have even given me a passing glance. I really am just another part of the background now. If I were human and wearing this dress I know I'd be turning heads.
And there's security closing up for the night. Wait... that seemed like it went by really quickly. I guess it's really easy to just let my mind drift in this form. Ooooohhh! There's that vibrating stand Quill mentioned. My nights like this promise to be fun.
“I'm back Saki!”
What happened, did she forget something?
“Nancy just told me something she wants me to do – on pain of winding up next to you – so sorry I can't pretend to do this and help you back to normal.”
She can't mean... Yes she does! Holy crap that feels good! Thank you Quill for thinking this one up! And... she's still going, and seems pretty into it. Either she likes me or she likes mannequins. Either way I guess I'm happy. Nancy can send her to do this every night!
“I hope you enjoyed that, all the stories say you should, but you never know right?”
Stories? Could she..?
“Anyway I've gotta run. See you on Wednesday since I don't work tomorrow.”
Awww... so who's going to 'charge my spell' tomorrow I wonder? Has Nancy told anyone else about me or will she do it herself? I guess I could spend all night wondering about this, but I think Quill is right, I should worry less and enjoy myself more. I think I'll just let myself drift away on this stand for the night.
What? Oh, it's morning. And Nancy is here. What do you want?
“I hope you're regretting disobeying my rules. Employees aren't permitted to try on the designer dresses. I know what you make and you'd never be able to afford them.”
What does that have to do with anything? We get customers in here all the time that can't afford them but try them on anyway. You just like ordering people around!
“Well now I've done you a favour; you can wear that dress all you want since you're both property of the store. Once someone buys it off of you I'll probably find some lingerie or swimwear store to sell you to in a different city. Asian mannequins are rare around here and I'm sure someone would want you for their window. And I can't have you stay here for too long since too many people I can't threaten with the same fate might recognize you. When I think about it, I probably shouldn't have told Sarah I'd had you transformed. Maybe when I sell you off I'll send her with you in the same box.”
You're such a bitch Nancy. I can see why Quill said this was the easiest story to plant in your head.
“Anyway I've got work to do, there's a store behind you I have to manage, and a new mannequin I need to put on the inventory. Try to sell that dress quickly OK?”
Ugh, she's even worse to deal with when she's gloating. At least now she should leave me alone, and I'll get to do some people watching. Nancy did raise a good point I hadn't thought about: I've walked this mall many times over, and I don't think I've ever seen an Asian mannequin. I wonder if I'll get more attention because of that? I'm also one of the most realistic mannequins in the mall, for good reason, and with Quill's comment that there are other transformed women like myself, I now wonder about the other realistic mannequins. I guess when I'm back to normal I'll look into that.
“Daddy look! That lady is pretty! Why don't you try asking her on a date?”
Looks like a kid noticed me. And is trying to set up her father with me?
“Susan that's not a real woman, she's just a dummy.”
“That's not nice daddy! Just cause she's pretty doesn't mean she's dumb! No wonder you can't find a date.”
Ouch, I kinda feel sorry for this guy.
“That's not what I meant, take a good look at that 'woman' Susan. Doesn't something seem off to you?”
“Well... she is kinda shiny, and she's not moving.”
“Right. She's shiny because she's made of plastic. Stores use dummies, or mannequins, like these to display clothing that people can buy. Think of her like one of your Barbie dolls that you have at home, only bigger.”
“So she's just a doll?”
“That's right Susan. Though you're right, she is a very pretty doll.”
Well thank you stranger. I wonder if you'd say that if you knew I could hear you?
“Anyway lets leave her for now. Her job is to sell that dress and neither of us are going to buy it, so we should let other people look at her. Now lets go get you that Ice cream I promised you.”
“OK daddy. Bye dolly! If you ever turn real somehow come find my dad!”
Awww... how sweet. Good luck in your search for love random guy. For your sake and your daughters. And Ice cream in the morning? Or did I just blank out for a while? I guess if there's no one paying attention to me it's easy to let my mind drift. I wish there was a clock or something in my vision I could use to tell the time.
Hey, it's Vivian! She must be on her lunch break. I wonder if she'll look at me, and if she does will she recognize me? Wait... she's with someone... Is that Quill? What are the two of them doing together? Hey... Their lips are moving, but I can't hear what they're saying. I guess Quill has that privacy spell up over the two of them. What are they talking anout?
“Sorry Saki, just needed to discuss a few things in private with Vivian here. We came over to see how you're doing. Are you enjoying yourself?”
It's been an odd experience so far, but yeah, I'm liking it. I still don't know if I'd want to be like this forever, but I can see spending some time as a mannequin as a way of relaxing.
“Well that's good to hear. By the way, I brought Vivian along because she has something to tell you.”
I wonder what that could be?
“An employee of mine just found her life's calling as a sex-doll thanks to Mister Quill here, so I'm short some part-time help. Given your current situation I can understand if you'd want to quit your job here, so if you want a new one, the position at my store is open to you.”
Really? Wait... sex-doll? You'll have to tell me about that one Quill.
“If you're interested in hearing I'm more than willing to share, but about Vivian's proposal?”
I'll take it. I'd be happy to work for her.
“Vivian, she said she'd be happy to work for you.”
“Cool! I look forward to it Saki, now enjoy the rest of your week. I've got a few more things I need to discuss with Mister Quill before my lunch break is over so we'll be leaving now.”
Bye guys! And thanks to both of you!
“You're very welcome Saki. Oh! Almost forgot... There, you've not seen yourself yet right? This spell should give you the chance.”
I don't know where that reflection came from but damn I look good. I wouldn't be surprised if this dress does sell while I'm on display. But would Nancy really sell me if that happens?
“Don't worry about that, if it sells you should be happy, since it means you'll have to be dressed again. It also means you'll have fulfilled your purpose as a mannequin, which should feel better than any vibrating stand ever could. I'll make sure Nancy can't find a buyer for you if it does sell.
Alright, I'll trust you Quill. Have a good week!
So fulfilling my purpose as a mannequin makes me feel good? Come to think of it that tingly feeling has gotten stronger anytime someone is looking at me. And since I'm supposed to be looked at I guess it's supposed to make me feel good. Another thing the stories were mostly right about. Well... looks like the lunch rush is over. I guess I'll just drift for a while.
“So weird. Why is Nancy making me do this?”
Huh? What's happening, why's it dark? I guess I lost myself for longer than I thought I would; it looks like the mall is closed. Now who's voice did I hear.
“OK mannequin. Apparently I'm supposed to kiss you. Nancy didn't say why in her note, but said I'd be out of a job if I didn't, so pucker up and let's get this over with.”
I don't recognize this girl, maybe she's my replacement? Huh... her kissing me doesn't feel as good as when Sarah did it. It didn't last as long either.
“There, it's done. Did you enjoy that you plastic hussy? Cause I didn't. Is this some sort of hazing ritual for new workers? If so I guess it could be worse, but still, why kiss a mannequin?”
And she's gone, I didn't even get her name. Oh well, the mall's closed and I'm feeling great. I'll just get lost in the tingling again.
“Still wearing that dress I see? You weren't a good sales clerk and you're not even a good mannequin. Maybe sales just isn't your thing honey.”
And good morning to you too Nancy. Here to gloat again?
“So last night you should have seen your replacement here at the shop. She seems like a bit of a rebel, so maybe you can expect some company in the window soon, after all she is trying to find a job in modelling.”
I think maybe Quill's implanted story is starting to backfire, giving Nancy the idea that she can just turn anyone who opposes her into an object. I'll have to bring that up with him.
“Anyway dearie, do your best to sell that dress OK? It should be simple for you: you just need to stand there and look pretty, just the way you did as a clerk.”
Don't let her get to you Saki. I don't have to work here once I get changed back. I'll just look at who's walking by to get my mind off of her. Hey, I seem to have caught someone's attention! It's an Asian woman who looks a bit older than I am, maybe in her late twenties, or early thirties. Wow, the tingly feeling from being looked a by one person has never been this intense, though her gaze is pretty intense itself. Oh, she's coming in! Maybe she wants to try on the dress?
“Of course miss, one moment while I get the dress off the dummy.”
Oh great, more Nancy.
“Well what do you know? You are useful for something. Not only does it look like she can afford the dress, but I think she's actually going to buy it. I'll just leave you here in the window for now though, just in case you failed to do your job.”
Aaah! The tingly feeling just doubled itself. Maybe I do react to someone wanting to buy what I'm wearing. It just keeps getting stronger, I've never felt anything like this as a real woman. At this rate I think Oooooooh!...
“..elieve she left you in here all day butt naked.”
Wha? Where am I? Why can't I move?
“Sorry Saki, I'd have gotten in here to dress you sooner but Nancy gave me a whole list of busy work to do.”
Sarah? Oh, that's right! I'm a mannequin, and I just sold a dress. Wow... pleasure so intense it caused a blackout and temporary memory loss. I could get used to this.
“So anyway I should get you dressed now that I'm done, and we're almost closing. Prom season is coming up and since Nancy decided to keep you for a while, probably to gloat more, she want's you dressed for prom. She didn't specifically say which one though, so I got to pick. You like?”
You know I can't answer you Sarah, but yeah, I think I'll look good in that one.
“You've got great legs, even if they are plastic, so I thought I'd pick a shorter one to show them off. And I know you don't normally like bright colours, but I figured that maybe you'd look good in this nice bright pink. It's a girly-girl dress, and they're the ones that get most excited about prom, so putting you in this should be a quick sale.”
Makes sense, and you dressing me in it feels as good as the last time. Now... you said we're close to closing so will you be..?
“ Also, your current wig looks great, but I can't help but wonder what you'd look like as a blonde.”
Wait you're changing my hair? I guess so. At least show me what I look like! I don't want to have to wait for Quill to wander by again.
“Oops, almost forgot to recharge the spell!”
Well, you remembered this so I can forgive you. Yeah, this definitely feels better than when that other girl did it. You really get into this don't you Sarah. But I still don't know if it's me you like, or just that I'm a mannequin.
“Thanks for that Saki. And sorry I have to be part of keeping you like this”.
Don't worry yourself Sarah, I did this to myself.
“Well don't you look pretty in that frilly pink explosion? If I'd been the one to dress you you'd be the slut of the prom, the girl everyone knows has been fucking every guy she can.”
This is going to be her routine now isn't it? Coming here in the morning and mocking me. Her voice 'wakes me up' but I wonder if I can just drift once I know she's here.
“Morning Saki! Oh, you sold the dress! That's great! You look good like this too, want to see?”
Quill! Thanks, Sarah keeps forgetting to put a mirror in front of me so I don't know how I look. Heh, should have known she'd give me the curly blonde wig when she mentioned changing my hair. It matches this dress perfectly doesn't it?
“Quite so. Though I think I'd have put you in something different. You suit a more streamlined look than this dress offers, but you do still look good.”
Yeah, I'd have picked something different myself. Mannequins don't get that choice though do they?
“Nope, you're just a sales tool at the mercy of your dresser. Anyway how's life on display treating you?”
Pretty good, other than my former manager coming by and gloating every morning.
“Yeah, she seemed like the type to do that. I could probably have stopped it, but wanted to give you a bit of the authentic side of becoming a mannequin because someone else wanted you to be one. I've begun the guilt side of things though, so expect a change the next time you see her.”
I don't know how much of a change I can expect in that bitch, but I'll watch for it. By the way, she threatened to turn my replacement into a mannequin as well, you may want to watch for that.
“I'll make a note of it. If she's really as bad as you seem to think maybe she needs to be taught a lesson.”
That would be awesome. Oh, look who's here!
“Do you think that lady is pretty too mister?”
“Susan don't bother the man.”
“It's not a bother sir. Yes Susan I do think she's pretty. I take it you do as well?”
“Yeah, it's too bad she's not real though. She's just a dolly”
If only you knew kid.
“Why do you want her to be real?”
“Come on Susan lets go...”
“Because Daddy thinks she's pretty too, and I think Mommy would as well. She wouldn't mind daddy finding a new wife if she was pretty like that.”
“Susan... Sorry sir, I don't know how to make her stop saying these things.”
“It's not a problem for me really. Susan, a doll wouldn't make a very good wife, even if they came to life they wouldn't know how to behave properly. I'm sure somewhere out there is the right woman to be your daddy's new wife and your new mommy. You're not going to find her in a shop window though. Hmm... Try the food court. I think you might have better luck if you went for some ice-cream. Here it's on me for dashing your hopes of having a mannequin mommy.”
Yeah... that's only slightly creepy. At least you're not giving it to her directly.
“Wow, thanks mister!”
“You really don't need to do this.”
“Don't sweat it, just go have fun with your kid. I wasn't joking by the way, go to the ice-cream place and follow Susan's lead, I've got good intuition for these things. Anyway I'd best be moving on. Have a great day you two!”
Good intuition? You lying bastard, you know someone's there don't you? Hey! At least say good by to me!
“Let's go Daddy! I want ice-cream!”
“Well you've got the idea in your head now, and it's close enough to lunch... why not?”
Well I never expected that to happen. It's interesting what you can overhear when people don't know you're there. Is that maybe why Quill walked off without saying bye to me? I guess it's possible. Ah well, no one is looking at me so I'll just drift a bit.
“Hey! That's pretty!”
“No it isn't, it's too frilly! And why would you want pink?”
“I like pink! And I like frills too!”
“But aren't all those frills going to get in the way when you take it off? You wouldn't want to keep Josh waiting, or he might just leave you for one of the other girls clamouring to date him.”
“Why would she need to take it off in the first place? Everyone knows Donna is going to steal him away at prom.”
Oh great, high-school drama. I don't really want to listen to this, but they're eyeing my dress so maybe I should pay attention. If it gets bought I want to be ready for it.
“Oh shut up both of you? Why did I even come here with you?”
“Cause we know what to dress you in to at least have a chance of keeping that hunk you're dating.”
“Yeah, you need something slinky and revealing, not this pink monstrosity.”
“I keep telling you guys Josh isn't like that, he doesn't want a slutty girl! He's never made a move on me in that way, and he's been patient with me opening up physically.”
“Yeah right, all guys want is sex, sex, and more sex. And the hotter they are the truer that is. If you don't show him you're ready soon you're going to lose him. And with that pink thing on you won't even get to dance with him at prom before Donna jumps his bones.”
Geez, how high-schoolers these days see the world. The girls think that guy's are basically walking dildos and that they should be sex dolls to match. At least one of them seems to have some sense. Come on girl, don't let these two bully you into buying something you don't want.
“Come on, lets go find you a real prom dress!”
“But I want to try on that one!”
“No, you really don't. Now march!”
“Dammit you two. Let go!”
Sheesh, stay strong kid. I'll still be here tomorrow waiting for you with this dress.
“Hey Saki! Your favourite time of day is here! That's right! I get to recharge the spell again!”
Wow, I must have drifted for a while there for it to be night time. Guess I'm not getting much attention if most high-school girls think slutty is better.
“Before I do though, I've got something I want to try. The lady at the soap-shop gave me some of their new lip-balm as a sample. She said it's so effective it can make even the hardest lips soft, so I know it's a long shot, but I'm going to put a bit on your lips before we do this.”
So... if she wants my lips to be soft, does that mean it's me she likes?
“Alright, it's applied, now pucker up if you can!”
Hey! I can actually move my lips! They still tingle like plastic though, so maybe the lip-balm just restored movement without changing me back? Hey... Quill and Vivian were talking with each other, does he have something to do with this?
“It worked! You know, for a mannequin you give a pretty good kiss Saki. I'll keep this stuff with me, not that I didn't like your hardened lips, I just figure you might like the opportunity to move even a small part of you. Good night Saki!”
Actually it feels pretty strange, but if it's to respond to you I don't mind. And good night Sarah.
“How's my favourite mannequin this morning?”
Huh? Sarah? Oh, that's right, she starts early on Friday.
“Still in the pink dress eh? Don't sweat it, once school lets out today you'll have plenty of opportunities to sell it. Until then just enjoy watching the people go by. The crowds are always bigger closer to the weekend.”
You don't have to tell me that Sarah, I already know from working here as a clerk.
“By the way, I know Nancy is looking to sell you, and I have a cousin who owns a swimwear shop down in the States somewhere, I think in Miami.”
That doesn't sound good. I don't want to be shipped off somewhere.
“She knows I have some odd... I'll just say tastes, and owes me a favour as well. She's going to buy you from Nancy and then give you to me. Then I can work on finding a way to get you back to normal. Or at least giving you back some movement.”
Now that sounds more interesting. I'm starting to think that Sarah likes me and the fact that I'm a mannequin. Maybe I'll tell Quill to hold off on having Nancy change me back, though he'll still have to do something about her power-tripping.
“Anyway I hope that's good news to you. I figure that even if you're not really fond of me, I've got to be better than Nancy. If I do find some way to change you back, maybe we can get revenge on her for you.”
Well when I worked with you as a colleague I didn't really see you as anything other than a friend. Maybe it's the fact that I've been at your mercy the last few days but I'm starting to see you in a different light now. I think if I were to be like this forever, I wouldn't mind being your personal mannequin.
“Have fun in the window today Saki. I've got to get the shop open.”
Sarah... What do I do? I don't know if these feelings that are growing are because I'm basically her life-sized doll that she's been showing love to, or if I'm genuinely falling for her. I'm not even sure which I want them to be; I like the way she treats me as a mannequin, and I don't know if she'd treat me the same way as a person; or if I would feel the same way about her when I change back. Suddenly my relaxing mannequin vacation has become complicated. Ah well, I'm not going to do myself any good by worrying about it now. Maybe if Quill comes by I'll see what he thinks. The mannequin spell might have altered my thoughts a bit and I don't know about it.
“I don't understand why you didn't get your dress yesterday when you were out with your friends dear.”
“Because my 'friends' kept making me try on dresses that made me look like a slut, they wouldn't let me try on what I wanted to!”
Oh! It's the girl from yesterday. And it looks like she held out against her friends. You go girl!
“You just need to be more assertive with them. They're your friends, they should listen when you have an opinion.”
“Well they don't. They think I know nothing about guys and said what they were doing was for my own good. I even tried sneaking off from them a couple of times but they would always catch me. Anyway dad, that's the dress I really want to try on.”
She's pointing at me!
“That one? It's a bit over-the-top is it not?”
“That's the point! I want to feel like a princess in my prom dress; the theme is fairy-tales after all.”
That actually sounds like a fun theme. Mine was the Renaissance, it's an interesting theme, but not necessarily fun.
“Fine, fine. I won't be like your friends. If you want to try that on you're free to do so, lets go in”
“Thank you dad!”
Oooh.. there's that strong tingling again. Hmm... that girl looks about my size, I wonder if we have another copy of this dress in the store, or if I'll be naked again?
“You're doing well here Saki; a girl wants to try on your dress! Yours is the only one in her size though so I'm afraid I'm going to have to strip you down. I'll get you dressed back up quickly once I'm done though.”
You don't have to worry about that, if it sells I'll be unconscious and I want to be awake when you dress me.
“As a side note, I think my choice of wig for you was brilliant, the girl interested in the dress has the same hair as you do right now.”
I don't know if that would really change her decision that much. Aww.. you're done undressing me? Your touch felt even better than normal.
“OK, I've got to get the dress to the customer, see you soon Saki.”
Now I just have to stand here and wait to see if the dress sells or not, as the tingling gets stronger and stronger. If she's anything like I was in high-school she could take a while to make up her mind, so I'll get to watch what kind of reactions my naked plastic body gets without having Quill distract me. Hmm... I'm getting more than a few side-long glances from men as they walk by. Ooh, there's an envious look from a woman, does she want my body I wonder? Or does she want to be in here instead of me? Aaahh! I think that girl is about to make a decision, the tingling has peaked, and seems to be waiting for someth... Aaaaaaaaaahh!
“..ting to think that maybe I was a bit too harsh.”
Mmm... I'm so exhausted I can't move a muscle. I've never felt so good before.
“There were other ways to punish you than to have you turned into this.”
Turned.. into? Oh yeah! I'm a mannequin on display. I don't know if I'll ever get used to blacking out like that. And is this remorse from Nancy? I wasn't sure Quill would ever get that out of her.
“I've had someone make an offer on you you know. I could be rid of you by selling you to a swimwear shop down in Miami. You'd probably look better in their window than in ours, I'd just need to have you changed to a more appropriate pose.”
So Sarah had her cousin put in the offer. I wonder what's going to come of that? And didn't Quill say he'd block any offers made on me?
“But I'm not sure I want to do that now. I'm still angry with you, but taking away your humanity doesn't seem like a wholly appropriate response.”
No shit. You just figured that out?
“So I think I'll let fate decide whether I should sell you or not. You haven't had your spell charged today, and you won't have it charged for the rest of the week. If you're still a mannequin on Tuesday morning I'll sell you off. If you change back before then you're free to go. I'll even pay to triple your normal rate for every hour you spent in the window while the shop was open.”
I was a mannequin when we were closed too! Why not pay me for those hours?
“I'll put it down as a special modelling job on the time-sheet. As for why you don't get paid for the hours we're closed, I just figure you're not doing anything different than what you normally do when off work: stand around looking pretty. Only when you're like this it's not to attract the attention of some guy to fuck.”
Even when you're trying to be somewhat nice, you're still just a bitch aren't you?
“Anyway we're closing up for the night. Oh, and Sarah really knows how to dress you. If you went to prom dressed like that you'd be the girl every guy wants to fuck, without the slutty aspect of what I'd have put you in.”
Of course I've been changed I guess. Too bad I wasn't awake for it. And now I'm all alone, not even knowing what I look like. Ah well, time to enjoy the pleasures of a vibrating mannequin stand.
Mmmm... oh, it's light! And I've got a crowd of teenage girls staring at me. I guess I really do look good like this. Too bad I don't know what I look like!
“I wish I had the figure to wear a dress like that.”
“I wish I could afford a dress like that!”
“I'm not sure any high-school girl could afford that. Unless you're the daughter of a CEO for some huge company maybe.”
This is driving me nuts, I want to know what I look like!
“Yeah, who thought to weave diamonds into a fabric? Couldn't they have just used beads or something?”
Diamonds? What the heck did Sarah dress me in?
“Beads wouldn't have the same effect. Nothing sparkles like a diamond, even chips like those have that unique sparkle.”
“But then at least people could afford the dress. If the designer was going to make it expensive, they could have at least made it gaudy too. Not something that any girl would want to wear.”
Argh! The tingling from all this attention feels great, but it's being diminished by not knowing what I'm wearing! Even if Quill wandered by he probably wouldn't be able to show me cause of this crowd.
“That mannequin wearing the dress is really pretty too.”
“You're right, for a piece of plastic she's not bad. She's also lucky since she doesn't have to pay for the dress to wear it.”
That is a nice perk of being a mannequin, but it only counts if you know what you look like!
“Maybe she doesn't have to pay for it, but she also doesn't get to reap the benefits of wearing it. Sure she'll get attention, but mostly from girls looking at the dress. If a guy did notice her she wouldn't be able to act on that would she? Even if she could move, she can't have sex: mannequins don't have pussies.”
“Too true. Even if she somehow ended up at our prom wearing that dress, she wouldn't be competition for us real girls eh?”
“None at all. Now if she was a sex-doll that might be a different story, but then why would she need the dress?”
Great, now they're all laughing at me. At least they seem to be moving on though. Come on Quill, wander by and show me how I look! Before someone else...
“Daddy! Look, the dolly's been changed again!”
“Sus... Wow. Whoever dressed her this time picked out a fantastic dress. She looks amazing.”
Thanks again stranger, but mind telling me more about what I'm wearing?
“She's always so pretty! I want to be like her when I grow up!”
It does feel pretty good kid, but I'm not sure your daddy would like you becoming a mannequin.
“I'm sure you will be pretty like her Susan. Prettier actually, since you won't be stuck in one pose in a window. Now come on Susan, Irene said she'd meet us at the Cafe near the food court soon. You don't want to make her wait do you?”
“No! Let's go daddy. Bye pretty Dolly!”
I've never heard him mention Irene before. Maybe she's the person Quill pointed him to? Hey! It's Vivian!
She's just looking at me. I guess she doesn't want to start talking to a mannequin, it would look pretty crazy. She's smiling though, she always has such a warm smile. Hmm... she's sitting on the bench across from me. And has pulled out a pad of paper and coloured pencils... Oh! She's drawing me! I never knew she's an artist. I hope she's good, I really want to know what I look like. I'll have to try not to drift till she's done drawing me. But the tingly feeling from being examined by her feels so good... and no one else seems to be watching me...
Oops! I lost myself, but... Phew, she's still there. And she's getting up, is she done? She's walking over, and... showing me the picture! Wow... she's really good. So much detail in the dress, even some of the sparkle from the diamonds. Lets see... It's another strapless dress, deep navy blue this time, and it seems to have a bit of a corset built in, though that can't affect my plastic shape. It's a long dress, without much flare, and a slit down either side. My right leg is sticking out of the slit while the curve of my hips is accentuated by the flow of the dress. I look so elegant! And It looks like Sarah took my original 'wig' and gave it an oriental style do-up, complete with chopsticks going through the main knot of hair. I'll have to ask Vivian if she can give me a copy of this drawing, I really do look fantastic. Aww... she just blew me a kiss before walking back towards her shop. I guess she used her break to come draw me. I finally know what I look like! Yay!
“Hey, too bad she isn't real eh?”
“What, you mean the Asian dummy?”
“Yeah dude, if she was a real girl wouldn't you want to get her in the sack?”
Sigh... and here I was chastising the girls not two days ago for thinking all guys want is sex. Now I see this.
“Hmm... Yeah, she is pretty hot. But what makes you bring it up? There's plenty of hot girls at our school who are pretty easy.”
“Just a rumour I've heard. Apparently some of the mannequins in this mall used to be real women, and for the right price you can bring one of those to a special room where they're able to move, and they only have one thing on their mind while in there: Sex.”
Quill never mentioned that. Neither has Nancy, and I know she'd have put me up on offer if she knew about it. I guess Quill doesn't have a part in that operation.
“How can you have sex with a mannequin? They have no pussy.”
“Apparently whatever makes them move takes care of that problem. Once in there they're nothing but obedient little sex-toys.”
“And you think that dummy is one that can be rented?”
“Look how realistic she is. She's got to be a real girl turned into a mannequin.”
I am, but I'm not going to be your personal sex-slave.
“I think you've been watching far to much TV recently to get an idea like that into your head. That's just a moulded piece of plastic made to look like an Asian woman. Mannequins have been getting pretty realistic recently without needing to turn to mad-science.”
“You're probably right. But wouldn't it be great if the rumours were true?”
“Would it really be satisfying to fuck a piece of plastic? Even if it can move?”
I know it would probably be satisfying for the piece of plastic. I still wouldn't want to go through that with either of you though.
“I can't say until I try it. But this little number here's probably too expensive for me anyway lets go.”
Do I see a bulge in your pants? You really want me don't you? Too bad though, if you've got a mannequin fetish maybe Quill can help you out, but I won't be your target. Of course now I'm wondering if those mannequins 'for rent' are willing subjects, or if they're just targeted because they're good looking? I really hope they're willing. The idea of someone turning women into mannequin-sex-slaves against their will is terrifying.
“It is isn't it? That's actually part of the reason I've opened up in this area. There's a rogue mage here that's running that operation. I'm tracking her down.”
Quill! Don't sneak up on me! You know I have a limited field of vision.
“Sorry. Nice dress by the way, you look as good as Vivian said you did.”
Thanks. Now what was this about a rogue mage?
“She's a magic user like me, only she doesn't have as much power as I do. She is really good with transformation spells though, and hasn't gotten over her power yet. She's been capturing good-looking women in the area and turning them into mannequins, sex-dolls, statues and the like either for her own benefit or at the request of someone else. Think of her as an evil version of me.”
That... doesn't sound good.
“It isn't but I've almost got her tracked down now so all I'll need to do is confront her. The difference in our power is pretty substantial so I'm not worried about that. It helps that magic that isn't my own can't stick to me, so even if she does get the upper hand with a transformation spell, I'll break it fairly quickly. The main bulk of the job will be getting all the women she changed back to normal.”
Do you think any of them will want to stay the way they are?
“It's possible, you've felt for yourself the pleasures of being a mannequin, and you can bet the other mage would have tried to make it even more pleasurable to break the girl's wills faster. Some will want to return to normal for certain, the ones that don't will be taken care of properly.”
Magic seems like some pretty scary stuff in the wrong hands. I'm sure if you'd wanted you could have made me think I've always been a mannequin.
“That I could, though it would take a lot of energy and time on my part. You've been a living woman for twenty one years and I'd have to erase every memory of that time, and replace them with memories of being created in a factory, then shipped to your destination. That's not as simple as the stories make it sound.”
I guess that's a good thing. You won't have to worry about that having happened to any of this other mage's victims.
“Yeah. Hmm? OK I got ya. Sorry Saki, one of my informants just contacted me, it seems he found where the other mage is hiding. I'll probably be gone for the next day or so cleaning up her mess, so I'll see you either late Monday or early Tuesday to change you back.”
Alright. Good luck Quill!
“Thanks Saki. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!”
And there he goes. I'm glad I ran into him and not that other mage. As much as I'm enjoying being a mannequin I know it's because it's temporary. Also, not being made to be random people's sex-slave is a nice bonus. Anyway the crowds seem to be thinning out and I think I've had enough excitement for one day. I'll just drift till tomorrow morning.
Hello Sarah. I didn't think I'd see you tonight.
“I got a little something for you. There's a new jewellery shop that opened up since you've been like this. The owner's a little strange, but he makes all the stuff himself! He even said some of his items have magical powers. Do you believe that?”
Considering what I am right now, you should be able to answer that for me.
“Well I asked him if he had anything that could bring inanimate objects to life, and he showed me this pendant. It was only twenty dollars so I bought it.”
Twenty dollars? Did she find Quill's shop, and he just made it look different?
“Alright, I'm going to put this on you, lets see if it works”
Can I move? ... Nope. As stiff as ever. Guess the jeweller was just yanking her chain.
“Aww... I should have known it was too good to be true. I didn't even bring my special lip balm since I was so sure this would work. Ah well, I really do enjoy your hard plastic lips as well.”
Why is she doing this? Nancy said she wasn't going to 'recharge the spell' anymore. I'm enjoying it either way, and I know it doesn't do anything, but what's going on?
“You were as good as ever Saki. I can't wait to have you all to myself, in the meantime I'm going to go return this pendant.”
Can't wait to have me all to herself? She does want me as a mannequin! But she's been going to all this trouble to try to make me move... why is she being so confusing? Bah. I could stay up all night wondering about this but I know I wouldn't get anywhere, so it's drifting time again.
“I almost envy you you know?”
Hmm? It looks and sounds like Nancy, but it can't be Nancy.
“You're not going to age like this, you don't have to worry about human problems like money and relationships,”
Oh really? Try being in my shoes this week.
“you get to wear only the best clothing all the time, and the guy who transformed you said being like that actually feels really good.”
I'll give you that last one.
“Would it really be so bad if you ended up stuck like this? Permanently beautiful, a literal object of desire?”
At the start of the week I'd have answered yes. Now... There's some wiggle room in that answer. I still want to be changed back, but maybe being human would be my vacation time. I still wouldn't want to be your mannequin though.
“I hope you're ready for the possibility of being Saki-the-mannequin permanently. You might change back before I sell you, but really I think the odds are against you. Maybe someone down in Miami will see you for what you really are, and find some way to change you back. I guess you can always hope for that.”
Guess you don't know that Sarah will be the one keeping me if that sale does happen.
“Anyway, enjoy your day on display, and if you change back, try not to make too much noise. I know where your stand is placed and I'd rather not have to explain why there's a living girl having an orgasm in the window”.
Good to know you care about that, and not about how uncomfortable it would be to not be able to get off the stand! I think this thing is going fairly deep inside of me. I'm all alone now, and Sunday is a shorter day than usual. Guess I'll start people watching.
Hey! It's the guy who always comes here with his daughter! I don't see Susan around though, and is he holding hands with that woman? Yes! Nice work stranger!
“This is a mannequin that Susan seems to have become so enamoured with. She even said she wanted to be just like her.”
“Hmm... She is really pretty, especially dressed up like that. I can see why Susan would be taken with her.”
“I just don't want her to get the idea in her head that she can be a mannequin. That's not possible.”
Yes it is, I'm living... well... inanimate proof.
“Oh? Why do you say that?”
“You're joking right? A woman turning into an object just can't happen. That's the stuff of stories and movies.”
“Really now? I think I'm going to have to change your mind on that one. Come on, there's a shop not far from here that I need to buy something from. I want you to take the day off from work tomorrow, and I'll show you just how 'impossible' what you're thinking of really is.”
Wow, she's straight-forward. Quill pointed him in her direction, and she seems to know about Quill's shop, maybe she's a friend of his?
Oh look, it's one of the two guys from yesterday. Joy. He's eyeing me and has a rather obvious bulge in his pants; come on kid, control yourself. Oh, he's coming into the store like that? Guess he wants to try and rent me. Too bad kid, I'm not part of that circle.
And a few minutes later he's out again. What's wrong? You look disappointed. Go and get yourself a real girlfriend. Or if it's actually a mannequin you want wait till Quill deals with the rogue mage and satisfy yourself with one of the girls who wants to stay an object.
Sigh... I'm not getting much attention today, oh! There goes the stranger and his girlfriend again! Wait... That bag is from Suddz. I guess Quill and Vivian formed some sort of partnership, that or she's just going to role-play.
Well, if people aren't going to pay attention to me, I'm not going to pay attention to them. Time to drift.
“Well Saki, Nancy wants you taken out of the display.”
Huh? Sarah? But you don't work on Sun... Damn, I drifted for a long time. And taken out of the display? Hmm... I guess I get to experience storage as a mannequin. If I were like this permanently I would have to deal with that, so I guess I'm OK with it.
“I guess she's worried about you changing back today. She doesn't want you scaring customers by changing in front of them.”
So she does have some sense.
“I'll be taking you to the back, and today I'm the only employee allowed back there. You and I have some free time.”
Oh? Alone in the back of the store with the girl who's been making my time as a mannequin even more enjoyable than it would have been. Also alone with the girl who seems to want to keep me as a mannequin. This could be interesting.
“Alright, here we are. Now let's get that dress off of you shall we? It's in the way of what I want to do next.”
I have an idea of what you want to do, and I know that in your head that also equals me staying your mannequin, but I'm actually coming around to the idea. Do well enough here and I might just ask Quill to leave me be.
“So that soap store got in a new product. This one supposedly is real magic. All I need to do is rub this lotion on you, and just like with the lip balm, your plastic body should soften enough for you to move.”
Oh? There's actually hope for this one, could these magical lotions be what Quill and Vivian were talking about?
“Now where should I start?.. Ohh! I have an idea!”
What? Oh. Sarah is stripping, not bad!
“The manager said this wouldn't have any effect on a living person, so I'm going to rub it all over myself, then get it on you by body contact. Sound fun?”
Oh hell yes! If this works I'm going to be one happy mannequin. Heh, you're making a show of getting all covered in it. If you're trying to excite me then it's working.
“There. I'm ready. Now, are you?”
And she starts with a kiss. And... I can respond! I can feel the places where she's made contact starting to regain movement. Come on Sarah, get my arms and legs. Just being able to move my torso and face isn't much.
“Mmm... you really are a good kisser. So can you respond to me like this?”
I hadn't thought of that, can I talk.... nope. Having no wind-pipe really hinders talking. Has she unfrozen enough of me that I can shake my head?.. Yes she has.
“No talking huh? Well at least you're moving! Let me get the rest of you unfrozen then I'll pull you off the stand and we can have some real fun!”
Please do! Even when a dress sells I've never felt as good as when you were kissing me just now.
“Oh Saki, I've always wanted you, even before you became a mannequin. But now that you're plastic I just couldn't help myself! I know the pleasure I'm bringing you must be altering your perceptions of me, and I know that isn't really fair of me to do that to you, but I just want you so much.”
You wait till now to say that? While you're rubbing your body up against mine, preparing for a sexual romp with your plastic former co-worker? At this point it's not going to change much. Hell, you probably could have told me outright that you were going to make me yours the first time you saw me like this, and I'd still be kissing you right now.
“Whether you change back or not Saki, why don't you come live with me? That soap store sells some really neat products now, maybe we could reverse our roles from today?”
That sounds good Sarah, but for now, let me off this stand and lets really get into it!
“Oh I'm so happy you agree! Now we've got three hours left till Nancy arrives. So the next two-and-a-half are pure fun! Off that stand you come!”
If you can keep going for two-and-a-half straight hours you wouldn't have needed me to be a mannequin to win me over.
Wow... Never has sex been so intense, and I'm glad I didn't black-out till I was put back on the stand. I'd be perfectly happy to be bought by Sarah's cousin and stay frozen like this in Sarah's bedroom forever. Well... maybe not forever with that lotion of hers. Still... I think I'll have Quill change me back and I'll just move in with her. The other things we can buy are probably going to be lots of fun too. Did the shadows in here just get darker? Nancy could have left a light on for me.
“She could have, but she just sees you as an object now, so why would she?”
“The one and only. So... had yourself a little tryst eh?”
You heard that? How long have you been there?
“Since a little before you came too. I thought it would be polite to wait.”
You just wanted to eavesdrop!
“That too. So, you want to be changed back then eh?
Yes. I've enjoyed my time as mannequin, but I think I want to give being human a shot again. I'm still basking in the afterglow, and that's a really stupid time to make a life-altering decision.
“A wise observation that too many people overlook. Alright, lets get you back to my shop and back to normal.”
“So did you enjoy your last hurrah as a mannequin; being wheeled through the mall, naked, and attracting the attention of everyone around you?”
I did actually. When you did that the first time I was a bit embarrassed, but the week in the window taught me that while people may be seeing my body naked, it's not really MY body they're seeing. It's just a plastic copy of a body, nobody knows I'm really a real woman, so why should I care? Not to mention being stared at felt great!
“I knew it would, that's one of the reasons we made that little detour to the cafe on the other side of the mall.”
And what was the other reason? You wanted a coffee?
“Hot-chocolate actually. I grabbed you one as well, that and a brownie; you're going to be hungry when you change back.”
Well thanks for that at least. Did you consider that I might want something low fat though? If I eat too much stuff like that I'll lose this statuesque body of mine.
“Not for the next week you won't. I'm still not sure why, but spending time as any inanimate object stops a person form ageing and gaining any weight for an equal amount of time once they're changed back. You can eat as much as you want this week and you won't gain a thing.”
If you're not lying to me that's the best deal ever!
“I'm not. Anyway shall we get you back to normal?”
Please. How does that work? Do you just pluck me off the stand?
“If that was the case then Sarah would have changed you back when she did that.”
“I'm just going to put you on a different stand. I've already got it set up in the mirror-room, along with the clothing you came in here wearing. It'll be like the initial transformation, just a little slower. If you don't mind me being there while you're changing back, I can tell you the story of how your new job opened up.”
You mean Vivian's employee that decided to become a sex-doll? Sure. You helped me live out a fantasy, and may be doing so again in the future, so I think you've earned the right to see my real body naked. That and I'm really curious.
“I knew you would be. Now let's get you fitted on the stand... there. As of now I can't read your thoughts anymore, so we can't really communicate till you've fully changed back.”
I guess you don't get to hear the comments from the peanut gallery then. Probably a good thing for you.
“Anyway the story of how Laura became a sex doll is actually rather simple. Unlike you, she didn't seem to have any fears about becoming an object, and also had a very specific fantasy in mind for how she would get to that state.”
Laura? That's the girl who became a sex-toy? I'll admit she has the body for it, but I never would have guessed that aspect of her. She was such a shy, mousy little thing. Well... Height, and weight little anyway, there was certainly nothing little about other parts of her.
“So I'm tending to the shop last Monday after leaving you in Sarah's capable hands, when suddenly this little ball of energy bursts into the shop in a panic saying something about not being able to find her purse. I looked up from the potion I was mixing just in time to see her realize that she wasn't in the shop she was looking for. She apologized quickly then ran outside, I saw her turn around, look up and down the mall in a very confused fashion, then come storming back into the store. Much like you she demanded to know what had become of Vivian's store.”
Well yeah, who wouldn't?
“Unlike you she didn't argue with me, instead she was quite convinced of my powers, though that may have been because my potion chose that moment to go haywire, going up in a cloud of magical smoke and leaving me with tye-dyed hair.”
That would have been a sight to see. Too bad I missed it.
“Once she saw that, she immediately asked if I had anything that would turn her into a silicon love doll.”
That progressed quickly.
“I said yes, it was possible for a small fee, and asked how long she wanted to be changed for. I was a little surprised when she said forever, but I've been in this business long enough to handle things like that. Still, I don't tend to make permanent changes for no reason, and generally make people try their fantasy for a short time before making it permanent so I asked her why she wanted to be a love doll so badly.”
Sounds like a sensible policy.
“I was taken aback by her response: Her boyfriend had a doll collection, real moulded silicon love dolls, and her favourite thing to do on her time off was to join his collection. She would go to his house, strip herself down, then act like a doll; she wouldn't move or talk unless she absolutely had to, and she'd let him use her in any way he liked. She wouldn't even complain if he just ignored her and just used his other dolls.”
Wow... talk about dedication to a fantasy. I can see acting like a doll being fun, but being ignored for a real doll would just piss me off, and earn my lover a slap in the face.
“Her and her boyfriend shared a fantasy: that one time when she was being used, she'd just change. One minute her boyfriend would be having sex with a flesh-and-blood woman, the next he'd be masturbating with a silicon toy. Their shared fantasy would be ruined if she changed back, so she wanted it to be permanent or not happen at all. I decided if that was what she really wanted, then who was I to stop her; I sold her a special pill – after she had gone to retrieve her purse and tender her resignation to Vivian – that would see her fantasy come true. That and give her already sexy body even more idealized proportions. So that's that. Right now she's a piece of silicon patiently waiting to be used, and you're almost done changing back.”
Hmm? Oh, so I am. I hope the stand retracts itself when I'm done.
“You look just as good in the flesh as you do in plastic Saki. Anyway I'll leave you here to finish the change and get dressed on your own. Just come out to the front when you're ready.”
Thanks for the story Quill, this could have been boring. So... It looks like just my hips need to change back, so I should be done pretty soon. I'll miss the tingling, but it will be nice to move under my own power again, without the assistance of magic that is. I wonder if I'll be stiff from... being stiff for so long. If I am maybe Quill has something to help with thaaa “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.
*pant* “Damnit *pant* Quill! You could *pant* have warned me about that!”
“And what would have been the fun in that?”
Damnit, I can just see the smirk on his face as he said that. Ah well, at least his surprises are enjoyable. That and I'm not the one that has to clean up in here. Well, time to get dressed. And since he can hear me... “So what were you and Vivian up to? Sarah has a couple of products from her shop that affected my transformation.”
“I can explain that myself Saki.”
“Yes. Quill here has been instructing me in alchemy. I've always had some talent for it, but I've never had formal training so I've mostly stuck to selling very basic potions; In the form of soaps.”
“Your soap is magical?”
“Some of it yes. The ones meant to relax or inspire passion have the most magical power in them, but the energizing ones have some as well. I've also been selling a few of the mixtures that Quill has been helping me with, so there are some rather powerful potions on my shelves right now”
“I always thought your soap was better than normal stuff. I guess this explains it.”
“It does. And since you work for me now, and have been through what you have, I don't mind you knowing.”
“So did Laura know?”
“Yes, all of my employees know. Laura had asked me once or twice if I could help her out, but my power just wasn't there yet.”
“You sound like you would have done it if you could.”
“Yes, I would have. I helped with what I was able to though; I made her a soap that would leave her paralysed and poseable for a while after using it. I'm glad she's finally living her dream thanks to Quill.”
“I'm happy for her as well. But what happens when her boyfriend either dies or gets bored of her?”
“Not to worry Saki, That's taken care of: she'll turn back into a woman.”
“Isn't that against her wishes though?”
“Yes and no. She doesn't want to be a woman, but as a doll she wants an owner who will love her and look after her, as well as treat her like the doll she is. So when she changes back she'll find the pill, which is actually a small gemstone, in her hand. The gem is laced with spells that will lead her to someone with a fantasy compatible to hers. Then she'll seduce them and become their doll while they're in bed together.”
“So she's just going to continually find a new owner for herself?” I guess that cuts down on Quill's work after the fact. And kills two birds with one stone since she's fulfilling a fantasy for someone else as well as herself.
“That about sums it up. I don't do that for everybody though. Some people say they want to be an object permanently, but really they're tied to one person, and when that person passes on they're no longer happy.”
“So what other things do you do?” I'm actually somewhat scared to hear this.
“For some the best thing is to simply allow them to move on themselves. Their body stays behind as whatever they became, but their spirit leaves this world, the way it would have if they were still human.”
“So... they die.” That is a little scary... but at the same time, at least it's natural.
“Yes. Some don't want to go that route though, they just want to stay what they are until they get destroyed, which has the same effect. Though that can take a very long time.”
“Destroying an objectified person kills them? I'm glad I didn't know that, or think of it, over the past week.”
“You didn't have to worry. Temporary spells make you indestructible. Even permanent ones have that effect. There are people out there now that will be objects till the death of this world. Some people chose to allow themselves to be degraded over time as part of their fantasy. That's all that meant.”
“I think being an object till the world ends would be just as scary!” Being a mannequin was fun, but that seems over-the-top.
“It would be without someone there with you. So is being alive till the world ends, which is why I'm actually happy whenever someone decides to go that particular route.”
“What do you mean?”
“Magic comes from the world around us, and from within ourselves. Most mages are capable of using only the magic that dwells within them. I can use that, as well as the world's magic, which is near infinite. Because I'm open to the world's magic, it sustains me; I don't have to eat, drink or breathe, and I can recover from pretty much any injury. At least the one's I've tested. Not even another mage with my power can kill me, since we'd be drawing from – and attempting to harm – the same source of power, and it will not harm itself. I'm stuck with this world till it ends, so anybody who I meet that wants to come along for the ride – even as an object – is a good thing. Having company is nice.”
I want to say something, rather than stand here with my mouth hanging open, but I honestly can't think of anything.
“Well, I think I've bothered you with this for long enough. Here, Catch!”
“Whoa! What're these? Keys?”
“There to Sarah's apartment. She'd left them hanging off your plastic finger. I took them off for the walk through the mall. The address is on there too.”
“I can drive you there if you'd like Saki. I'm sure Sarah would be happy to see you.”
“I don't know. I think she would, but she might be a bit disappointed as well...”
“You won't know unless you go, and I'm not changing you back to plastic till you find out. Otherwise this is going to eat away at you.”
“You're right. Vivian I'll take you up on that offer.”
Three Months Later
“Have a good afternoon Saki! Say hello to Sarah for me.”
“I will Vivian. You have a good afternoon too!” I can't believe it's been three months since I moved in with Sarah. I've never been in a faster moving relationship before, though I guess I was “with” her for a week before I moved in with her. I have to say... I kind of miss being a mannequin. I liked the attention, getting to wear pretty clothes, and that lovely tingling feeling that came with being plastic. Even the immobility was kinda fun. Vivian has that soap that stiffens us up, but it's nothing compared to really being plastic.
I know that voice...
“Susan! You can't just go... whoa!”
“Hello Susan. And hello stranger. I never did get your name back then.” I wonder what he's thinking right now.
“You are the dolly! You turned real! Why didn't you come find my daddy?”
“Because the last time I saw your dad he was with a lady just as pretty as I am. I didn't want to get in the way of that.”
“Hmm... Ok! I forgive you dolly. I do like Irene; she buys me ice-cream whenever I ask for it!”
“She does spoil you Susan. My name is Rob by the way.”
“I'm Saki, nice to meet you Rob. You don't seem very surprised to see me out and about like this.”
“After the things I've done with Irene it really isn't all that surprising. That and Irene mentioned she'd seen you working at the soap shop. I kinda already knew.”
“Well that explains that then. Anyway it was nice to run into you and Susan but I've got to get going. If you see me around the mall feel free to come have a chat!” Sarah said she had something special planned for our 3rd month anniversary. It really isn't that much to celebrate, but I know her surprises are always good.
“Likewise. See you around Sakiquin”
“Haha. Bye you two!” Time to get home, I wonder what she's got planned?
I'm so glad Vivian lets me off a bit early. I can catch the bus that gets me home early, as opposed to waiting a half hour after my shift like Sarah has to. Not to mention that bus comes during rush hour so it takes even longer. I think Quill should have been harsher in punishing Nancy, having her get a headache when being mean to people hasn't slowed her down yet.
Ah well, I can use this time to take a nice bath and get ready for Sarah. Let's see... I don't want to use any of our magical soaps – yet – so... this one should work. Just a nice relaxing one. Ahh.... I love baths. I can just feel the stress of the day melting away, though there really isn't much stress working for Vivian since she's really relaxed herself.
Hmm... I wonder if she'd be ok with me taking a week off? I'm getting a craving for being plastic again. It's pretty strong too since I can almost feel the tingling. Mmmm... Wait... that's not just my imagination is it? Holy crap! I'm turning into plastic! Or rather I AM plastic! But I can still move... why can I still move? And... whoa, I must have fallen asleep in the bath or something, it's almost six-thirty; Sarah should be home any second!
What will she think seeing me like this? Actually... This is probably her doing. So... I'll play a trick on her. I'll get out of the bath, and pose like I was admiring myself in the mirror, then I'll try to hold as still as possible. I'll make her think I can't move. That ought to throw her off! Oh! The door's unlocking, I'd better get into position quick!
Hmm... Do I see if this allows me to talk, and risk breaking my cover?
“Saki? You here?”
No. I'm going to wait.
“No response? I think I know just where you are then. You must have found your gift early!”
She was responsible!
“Are you ready for me my plastic lo.. huh?”
She went to the bedroom! I guess she expected to find me waiting for her.
“Guess you're still in the bathroom then. I'll just have to come get you!”
Yes you will.
“Don't think about trying to get me covered in the soap too. That was formulated special for you; it won't work on anyone else, so I can join you in the bath if I... Saki?”
She's seen me.
“I said I'm sorry I never put a mirror in your line of sight when you were a mannequin, you don't need to ignore me to admire yourself now Saki.”
I know you're sorry, that isn't what this is about.
“Come on Saki, I know you've wanted this as much as I have. I'm naked and ready to join you in the bath. Why won't you turn and face me?”
Because for all you know I can't.
“Saki... You're scaring me... I wanted you plastic but mobile. I know Vivian is still inexperienced though, did she do something wrong?”
Good, she's turning me around.
“You're stiff... like any other mannequin. I didn't want this, I mean, it's still enjoyable for us both I guess, but I wanted you to be able to move. I know you enjoy that more.”
I do, but you need to earn it.
“Well... I guess I'll start off like old times then.”
And now I'll melt into her kiss. Holy! That's even better than I remember!
“Saki! You CAN move! You sneaky little mannequin. Can you talk too? Vivian said she was going to try to make that possible.”
I still haven't tried... “Sorry for that little prank.”
“You can talk! And don't worry, I deserved it for leaving the soap out where I figured you'd use it.”
“I guess so. Still I feel a little bad for it. I truly had you scared, but know this Sarah, if I was going to end up a mannequin forever, either mobile or immobile, I'd happily be your mannequin.”
It's at this point listeners that my story-spirit left dear Saki's head. They're only meant to record the stories of people you see, and after saying that, Saki became a true object. The spell Vivian had used in the soap made a little detour through my shop before making it's way to Sarah you see. I knew from experience that one way or another Saki was going to become plastic permanently. Or at least as long as she can be with Sarah, I'll deal with that bit when the time comes.
So in the spell used to transform her I placed a special enchantment that would monitor her feelings and speech just in case she said anything along the lines of what she did, while also feeling like she truly wanted it to happen. So now she's just an animate plastic woman that lives with Sarah. I've gone to visit them a couple of times and she seems to be really enjoying herself. They requested a stand, and what amounts to a dildo for a mannequin, of me. Either one if inserted into her mounting hole will render her immobile, and as per request, both vibrate. Sarah sometimes brings her into her shop to display clothes, nobody questions her since she's the manager now.
As for Nancy, she may have been a bitch but she did have a nice body, so there's a swimsuit shop down in Miami that has a mannequin that's turning heads. She'll be like that for a few months or so, then I'll change her back and set her up to work at the swimwear store. Sarah's cousin has said she needs a bit of help, and she knows the kind of work I do so she might take a vacation in her own window. Hopefully Nancy mellows out a bit while she's on display though, or I might have to magically screw around in her head if I want to be able to trust her in that situation. Something I'd rather avoid doing as it feels a bit too evil.
And that's all for Saki's Story. There are a few others I could tell that branch off from this eh? Well, we've got all the time in the world don't we? Is there one you would like to hear? Or should I move to something different entirely?
story continues in Dream Weaver: Origins and Dreams