It was cold. It was the coldest night since Jane got kicked out of her apartment shortly after having lost her crappy job to an Indian call center. It might have been a dead-end pit of a job and a rundown rat hole of an apartment but it had been hers damn it!

Now all she had to her name was a beat up old back pack full of clothes, most of which she is now bundled up in.  The only thing sticking out was a tuft of red hair sticking out from under her threadbare wool cap. But judging by her chattering teeth it was not keeping the cold at bay.

"If I do not find a warm place to spend the night I will be nothing but a pretty corpse by morning. Or a Meat popsicle as Korben Dallas would call it," she grumbled to herself.

Among the loading docks behind a building housing a few small businesses she found a corner in between the building and a divider. At least back there she could get out of the wind. And hopefully not get shooed away by some passing cop.

As the night wore on sitting huddling in her corner it got even colder up to the point where she could hardly feel it anymore and started to doze off. Suddenly she saw a shaft of light creep towards her widening into a soft glowing arc. Looking up she can see that the light is coming from a door in the wall she is huddled against. She expects someone to come out and tell her to get the hell off their property, but no one shows. It is as if the door has opened by itself.

"Someone must have forgot to lock up and the wind must have pushed it open." No matter what happens she realised that if she stayed out here she would probably freeze. So even if someone would accuse her of breaking and entering it would be preferable.

"Hell, a nice and semi warm prison cell would be better than the streets any way."  Right inside the door there was a radiator and without a thought she lay down below it on the floor and fell asleep even before the door had closed itself behind her.

"Good morning stranger!"

"...Ugh...Zzz... Ah,wah?"

"Not a morning person eh? Well I'll get you a cup of coffee while you gather up your senses."

Thru the haze half way between the best sleep she has had in weeks and waking up Jane noticed a person standing over her talking, but no more than that stuck in her befuddled brain. But when the person came back, holding a steaming cup of coffee, she saw that it was a woman. A rather good looking brunette, that surprisingly did not seem the least bit bothered by the fact that there was a homeless woman laying on the floor beside her door. But just because someone looks unfazed by something does not mean that that is so, Jane thought.

"Back amongst the living?" The woman asked as she handed Jane the cup.

"Uh, yes thank you. I am so sorry for just coming in here last night. The door was open and I... It was just so cold. I did not touch or take anything, but if you want to call the police I would fully understand.”

"Don't worry about it. The door would not have opened unless you really needed it to. I am Veronica by the way.”

That statement confused Jane a little bit but chalked it up to meaning that Veronica was believing in karma or something. "I am Jane and I am ever so grateful. As soon as i finish the coffee I'll leave."

"Don't be silly," was Veronicas answer to that. "It is still freezing outside, and there is still more coffee where that came from. And by the look of you wouldn't mind the leftovers from yesterdays Chinese in the break room fridge either." And as if on cue Jane's stomach let out a loud growling noise.

Jane could not help but give Veronica a big smile and say. "I guess it is two against one then."

On the way to the break room Jane saw a lot of clothes in boxes, on shelves and hanging on racks. She came to the conclusion that she was in a clothing store. And as she and Veronica talked over stale chinese food and more coffee, she found out that it is Veronica’s clothing store named ‘The Closet’. As they keep talking Jane tells the story of how come she first ended up homeless and then how she ended up almost getting stepped on when Veronica came in thru the door.

"I must say that you don't seem have the most common reaction to find someone that has broken in to your store." Jane said as she scraped the bottom of a takeout container.

"That's because you didn't break in. The door opened." Veronica pointed out.

"Yes I know. But you could not have known that you had forgot to lock it when you almost stepped on me."

"That's because i never lock the door. It takes care of that by itself."

"Oh you have one of those smart locks. I guess it must have malfunctioned then. Never thought a broken gadget would save my life."

"No no no", Veronica chuckled. "I don't have any fancy computer lock. I just have an old fashion magical door."

"You have a what?" Jane said as she stared at Veronica in disbelief.

"A magical door. And it actually don't even have a lock. It basically just knows if the person who is trying to open it has the right to do so. If they do it lets them in, if they don't it won't open," Veronica said in a kind of matter of fact voice. The kind of voice that Jane imagined someone would use to describe a Smartphone to a caveman. "If you don't believe me, go and have a closer look at it.”

At that Jane got up and walked back out in the back room and took a closer look at the door that apparently had decided to let her in. And not only did the old looking oak door not have lock, it didn't even have a door handle. But when she reached out with her hand as to try and open it, it did it by itself. And Jane couldn’t find a hint of an internal lock or bolt.

Jane had always been one of those that wished that magic was real. But it is quite the leap to go from wishing something is real to actually believing that something is real. Confronted by the evidence in front of her that leap seemed to get shorter and shorter. Then a question hit her.

"But if the door only opens for someone that has the right to enter, then why did it open to me?"

"Because everyone has a right to live a full life and not have it cut short. At least that is why I think it does it. It has kind of a mind of its own. Its not the first time it has let a stranger in under dire circumstances. I think I was in a generous mood when i finished the enchantment and it rubbed off."

"So if the door is magic and you made it, what does that make you? A witch, a sorceress or an enchantress maybe?"

"I have been called all of those at one time or another. But these days most of us simply go by magic practitioner."

After a long silence Jane asked the inevitable question Veronica had waited for. "So now that you have told me this big secret that real magic exists. What are you going to do to me now?

Veronica answered with a smile and "Absolutely nothing. Without your consent that is. If you announced to the world that magic is real one or both of two things would happen. Either you would be disbelieved and ignored or you would get a one way ticket to a padded room."

At first the only comeback to that that Jane had was "Oh, right". But then something of what she said registered. "Hold on. What was that part about consent?"

"I have been in a spot of trouble once or twice in my life where i needed someone to give me a little help. And what I see in you is a genuinely good person that just needs a leg up. So does the door, and so far it has never been wrong. And as it happens I have a girl named Kate working for me part time. She is another good soul that needed a little good luck. I have let her live in the small apartment upstairs while she saved up to go to college. She will move out and start school after the summer. I am offering you her job and the apartment when she leaves."

"Waah ah that ah.. That is great! Thank you. Um, not to sound ungrateful but that is almost 6 months away."

"I know but I have another little job in mind that you could do until then." Veronica said with a crooked little smile. "It does not pay as well as it is only room and board, in a manner of speaking."

"Room and board sounds wonderful to me" Jane answered hurriedly. "Someone in my situation can't be picky. But one should never be rash neither. What kind of a job is it?" Jane asked.

"Well due to a, ehum, slight misunderstanding with the representative of the company that rents me my display fixtures I don't have any mannequins at the moment."

"That sounds unfortunate. But I fail to see what... Oh!"

Veronica broke out in a big smile. "You are pretty quick for someone that a few minutes ago had no idea that magic was real. And just to clarify, yes I propose that I will turn you into a mannequin until Kate leaves for school."

"A mannequin? A plastic mannequin?" Veronicas words were slowly sinking in and her mind was running circles around them. Ever since she was in her teens she'd had an interest in bondage. To actually be turned into an inanimate object, to be completely out of control and inanimate. To be put on display for anyone passing by to see. Jane found those thoughts to be an incredible turn on.

"So what do you think Jane? Have i found myself a new mannequin?" Veronica asked a Jane with a far away look to her eyes.

Janes thoughts snapped back with a "Uh? Ah... I think... ah... yes. Yes I will be your mannequin."

"Excellent!" Veronica said cheerfully. "Why don't you go and grab a shower while I prepare for your change. It won't do if the first thing I have to do to my new mannequin is to clean it."

Being the first to agree that she needed a shower Jane was more than happy to follow the suggestion and step in to the small locker room next to the back room. She took off her very dirty and worn clothes and stepped into a heavenly warm shower. Being her first shower in weeks she enjoyed every second to the fullest and practically crooned in pleasure from the simple act of  shampooing her hair. And while she stood there her thoughts flowed to what she was about to do. How she had agreed to be turned into a plastic display fixture. To be turned into nothing more than a woman shaped object. To be completely immobile and helpless and have no other function than to display clothes in a shop window. These  thoughts made her feel very aroused and she started to masturbate and soon brings her to self to a glorious orgasm.

When she finally stepped out of the shower wearing a towel around herself she noticed that her clothes were gone. And there was nothing else to wear either. Since she did not really want to put on the filthy things any way she stepped out as she was to look for Veronica. She found her in the back room flipping through a big antique looking book.

"There you are. Are you ready to do this?" Veronica asked.

"Yes."

"Ok. Then I want you to lose the towel, put these on and get ready to mount that." Veronica said.  She handed Jane a pair of black 4" heels and motioned to a mannequin stand in the middle of the floor.

Jane did as she was told and removed her towel and put on the shoes.  Then she walked over to the stand. "Soo how do i do this then?" She asked uncertainly.

"It is adjustable. I'll help you." Veronica answered and walked over to the stand. She twisted the pole and lowered it. "Now come and stand over it."

Jane stood on the base of the stand right over the pole and Veronica raised the pole until it had entered a good few inches in to her vagina. As she felt the cool pole enter her she got a little thrill from realizing that she was now mounted on her very own mannequin stand.

"Liked that did you?" Veronica asked knowingly.

"Oh I most definitely did."

"So are you ready for the main attraction?"

"How.. What will it feel like?" Jane asked nervously.

"Don't worry. It will be a most enjoyable experience. But I don't want to ruin the surprise. So if you are ready, I'll get started."

At a nod from Jane Veronica started to mumble under her breath. Soon Jane could see that she was standing in the center of a symmetric pattern that was coming alive with light on the floor. After a while she could feel a tingling sensation speeding up her legs that soon encompass her entire body. Then she started to feel like someone was gently caressing her feet and it felt incredibly good. Looking down she could see that what she could see of her feet had started to take on a sort of artificial color. When she tried to move her toes she realized that she no longer could.

Both the caressing feeling and the change continued to spread up her legs. She could see how the change sculpted her legs to a perfect form. She could see how the hair and even the birth mark under her left knee disappeared. Her legs slowly moved themselves into the stance of a mannequin pose. The more of her that changed the more aroused she got. As the change reached the middle of her thigh she moved her hand down and touched it. For the first time she felt the sensation of her new smooth plastic skin beneath her fingers and at the same time felt the sensation of someone touching her plastic form. The combined sensation almost brought her over the edge.

Jane brought her other hand down to her crotch and she could feel how her juices were dribbling down the pole of her stand. With one hand she rubbed her sex and the other her now plastic thigh and she soon felt the orgasm rock her body. After only a few seconds she felt another wave of intense pleasure as she could feel her sex smoothing out under her fingers leaving nothing but the smooth sexless crotch of a mannequin.

The change seemed to accelerate slightly as it moved up her abdomen and erased her belly button and soon reached her breasts. She could feel them lift slightly as if she was wearing an invisible bra and how her areolas and nipples smoothed away to leave two smooth featureless plastic orbs. As the change continued she lost the control of her arms as they took their place in her mannequin pose. One hand was held just over her right thigh and the other behind her head. She felt the change sweep across her face freezing her smile and turning her eyes to glass. And as her hair turned into a wig and separated from her now fully plastic head she feet the best orgasm she had ever felt blaze thru her now hollow plastic body.

"There, all done! "Veronica announced. "Was quite the trip wasn't it? I slowed it down for you so you'd have a good while to enjoy it. I have been transformed myself a few times so I knew you would like it it. Now let's get you out on the sales floor where people can see you so you can do some good."

As Veronica stepped forward and unceremoniously grabbed the new mannequin by the waist and twisted, separating it at the hip, it got quite the surprise not even the pleasure of hands on her plastic form drowned out.

As she carried the mannequin’s top half to the sales floor Veronica said. "In a while you will probably start to "think" like a mannequin. You don't have to worry. It is quite normal. The shape you take will influence your thinking. When you return to the shape you were born to it will only take about an hour to regain your way of thinking. Until then however it will be helpful as it can be a little boring to stand still all the time."

As Jane heard this she was a little relieved as she had already noticed that she had started to think of herself as Mannequin and not Jane. As Veronica set it down on the counter next to the register  it could see itself in a full length mirror. And there it was. It looked mostly like Jane had just more... eternal.

When Veronica had dressed Mannequin in a lovely white panty and bra set and put it in the window it knew that these six months would not be the last it spent like this.