The mannequin formerly known as Jane was in heaven. The younger store woman had just finished dressing it in a new outfit. All the touching, disassembly and reassembly that entailed brought with it amazing pleasure and it drove it wild and made it orgasm several times.
After the afterglow had subsided it looked at it’s reflection in the window. It had been dressed in a light green sundress. It hoped that it would make the passers by outside stop and look at it. After being touched what it enjoyed the most was when the passers by stopped and looked at it. The longer they looked the better it made it feel. It remembered the time it had been displaying the black almost see thru negligee and the five girls had stopped, pointed at it and even taken pictures of it. It had felt so good that it had orgasmed so hard that it blacked out and did not remember any more until it was dark beyond the window.
The only thing that had felt better was when Mannequin had been standing on the store floor next to the changing rooms. A woman had walked in and stood looking at it for a good long while. And had then started to rifle thru the racks of dresses like the one Mannequin was displaying. After a while when she couldn’t find what she wanted she stepped up and reached behind Mannequin to look at the size tag at the dresses neck. She then call the Store woman over to help her get it off. The feeling Mannequin got from fulfilling its purpose so well that someone wanted the very item it was displaying gave it triple the feeling she had felt when the girls had stopped to look at it in the window.
Time moves strangely for a mannequin. And it felt like no time had passed since it had been placed back in the window after it had been dressed when it could hear someone pulling down the iron gate in front of the store door. Most of the lights was turned off and shortly after that someone stepped up behind it.
“Well Jane, that was your last day in the window.” Veronica said to the unresponsive plastic mannequin. ”Kate has moved over to her dorm and worked her last shift today. And as I promised you can have her job instead of standing around in the window collecting dust.”
Store woman lifted Mannequin by its stand and placed a steadying hand on its waist and carried it into the room beyond the store. Mannequin felt a little distressed at being plucked out of, not only the window, but the store itself. It had been put in the back room once or twice before and had always been put back in place before though. Maybe it would this time too.
But something was making its way up from the mass of memories that hid below the small part of the mind that Mannequin was using. Something else had happened in the backroom, something exciting.
Veronica put Jane down on the floor of the back room. She removed the green dress and then she placed the palm of her hand on Jane’s plastic chest, closed her eyes and mumbled a few words.
When Store woman removed her hand from Mannequin’s chest it started to feel a familiar tingling sensation spread out from where she had touched it. It was soon tingling all over, somehow it even felt it in its hollow insides.
Soon it started to feel another familiar sensation starting to spread out from the top of its head and fingers. The same creasing sensation it had felt before continued to spread up it’s arms and down its face, leaving a sense of well being and relaxation behind but also arousal.
The change passed over its eyes and they turned from colored glass and plastic to flesh and blood and it experienced something it hadn’t experienced in months. It blinked.
This must be wrong, it thought. Mannequins don’t blink. But with the return of motion another memory started to surface. It had not always been Mannequin. It had been a woman once.
The change continued to move up it’s arms and down it’s neck. As it reached its shoulder and collarbone it started to move its arms and brought its hands up to feel how its smooth and unyielding plastic surface gave way to warm and soft skin. It placed it’s hands over the two featureless orbs on itäs chest and felt how they slowly yielded to the pressure from it’s questing fingers. And she felt a sudden wave of pleasure that made her gasp in her first breath in months as it’s nipples returned.
The change kept spreading down its body. Egged on by the strong feeling of arousal it left behind It… No that was wrong… She massaged her now soft breasts and nipples and soon reached a loud orgasm from that alone. Just as she managed to catch her breath the change passed over her hips. This released the next wave of intense pleasure that swept over her as her vagina reemerged in her crotch.
She let go of her now familiar breasts to reacquaint herself with her long absent sex. Still being mounted on her stand she rolled her now mobile hips to assist her hands and she soon reached yet another very loud orgasm.
When Jane had calmed down again Veronica stepped up to her. “Jane? Are you back yet?”
Jane looked a little unfocused at her and said “Jane? Oh, thats me isn’t it?”
“Yes it is.” Veronica chuckled. “How do you feel?”
“I feel… I feel wonderful.” Jane said with a big silly grin on her face.
“Well ain’t that nice. What do you say we get you of this stand and let you sit down before you can bend your knees. Sometimes it can be hard to stay on you feet when you turn back the first time.” Veronica said as she steadied Jane with one hand on her waist as she used the other to lower the mannequin stand. “Now, can you walk with those plastic knees of yours?”
“Walk?” Jane asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Yes, walk.” Veronica said. “Take one foot and place it in front of the other. Just don’t try to lift both feet at the same time.”
“Oh” Jane answered and looked down onto her still partly plastic legs. She concentrated for a few seconds and then swung one foot out and placed it in front of the other.
Veronica led her towards towards an old couch that stood against one of the walls. But after only a few steps the change passed Janes knees and the leading turned more into carrying.
Soon they both were sitting on the couch, and all of Jane’s legs and feet were back to normal again. Jane lifted her hand in front of her face and said with with wonder in her voice. "This feels so strange."
"What does?" Veronica asked.
"Just... Moving."
"Oh that. Give it a little while and it will feel as natural as ever."
"If you say so, um... What's your name again?"
"Veronica. And you do not have to worry about your memory either, it's all there. The mind of an object get sort of compressed. The more natural a form feels the more you adapt to it. I'm just going to leave you alone to decompress for a while. I will be right out there if you need me." And with that she got up and headed back out to the front of the store.
After about half an hour Jane followed Veronica and found her alarm tagging some skirts.
"I think I'm mostly back now."
"Mostly maybe, all the way no."
"What makes you say that? Jane asked.
"Even with most of the lights turned off in here it is not to hard to see in from the street outside. And you are standing in front of a rather large display window. Stark naked." Veronica answered while trying to hold back a laugh.
"Yes I think you are right. This is not something the normal me would do." Jane said while looking out of the aforementioned mentioned window. Out there she saw a young man look down so fast that she thought he might be at risk of snapping his own neck before he hurriedly walked of.
"We should get you some clothes. I'm afraid I threw out most of your old ones. They were so worn and dirty that I believe some were more dirt than cloth."
"I have a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't fit me now anyway. Is it just my imagination or do my hips seem a bit wider to you?" Jane asked as she placed one hand on each hip as to try to estimate what had changed.
"You were a bit narrow before your stint in the window weren't you. I actually believe that you are a few centimeters taller too."
"How come?"
"When I turned you into a mannequin I followed the proportions of the mannequins I use to have before the snafu with my supplier. So the magic widened and stretched you a little to fit the mold so to speak."
"Yes but I'm not a mannequin now. So why am I still stretched and widened?"
"The subconscious mind of a subject can sometimes interact with the flow of magic. When I turned you back I did not mold you. I only gave you a magical equivalent of a nudge towards your human self. To your subconscious the way you are now seemed natural so it basically just kept it."
"Well then. Who am I to argue with my own subconscious." Jane said happily. "But I think I would really like to find me some clothes now." She said as a slight blush started to creep up her cheeks. "I'm starting to feel a little exposed here."
Veronica gave one of her chuckles and then said, "Well we are bound to find something for you to wear" while making a sweeping gesture towards the rest of the store around them. "Any requests?"
"Hum. Oh I know. Do you remember the dress a woman asked you to take of me since it was the only one in her size? Do you have any new ones in my size now?"
"That I do. We got a new batch just last week."
After Jane put on her new dress she helped to finish up the work with the alarm tags. And after that they went out to the diner around the corner for some dinner.
When they got back Veronica took her upstairs to show her the apartment where she would be staying. It was nothing grand but looked to be quite comfortable for one person to live in. There was only one room with a sleeping alcove, a small kitchen and a bathroom. But it was in far better condition than the rathole she had lived in before she ended up on the street. It was sparsely furnished with only a bed, couch, a small kitchen table, a desk and a solid looking wooden wardrobe.
“It is a little spartan right now. Kate took all of her own things and then some when she moved out.” Veronica said.
“It is still far better than the streets. And come to think of it my apartment before that too.” Jane countered with a crooked smile.
“Well what you see is what you get, for now any way. You don’t need a key since this door is the same as the one down stairs. In the morning we can see about getting you some more new things to wear. I will add it to your ‘pay’ for your time serving as a mannequin. You doing it actually increased sales quite a bit the last six months so I’d say you deserve it.
“Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Oh and I put your bag in the wardrobe. If there is nothing else you need I will leave you to your own devices and I will see you at eight tomorrow for work.”
“Oh no nothing else. You have done so much for me already. I will see you tomorrow.”
Veronica opened the door and said “Until tomorrow then. Good night.” And then walked out.
“Good night!” Jane called after her as the door swung closed.
Left to herself in her new home she started to explore. She started with the wardrobe. Inside she found her bag with her meager personal possessions. And there were what looked like some washed out t-shirts in a basket on the bottom that she figured Kate had left behind. But there was something strange with the back of it… And then it hit her. “It’s bigger on the inside! It’s like the bloody Tardis!”
Apart from the excitement over her magical wardrobe there was not much else to see. The cupboards in the kitchen held the standard kitchen paraphernalia like pots and pans. In the bathroom she found that Veronica had kindly supplied her with the basics.
After the grand tour there was not that much to do so she decided on an early night.
As she was making herself ready for bed she realized something that she found somewhat embarrassing. When she got dressed earlier there had been enough of her mannequin mind left that she hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear. Mannequins don’t wear any after all. Unless that’s what they are displaying of course. But whats done is done. And it is not like she was the first person ever that slept in the buff.
She wiggled herself in between the soft sheets and sighed in contentment. It was the first time she was about to sleep in a proper bed for ages. And that was not counting the time she had spent as a mannequin. Thinking of that made her think of how she did spend her nights standing in the window. She didn’t sleep as a mannequin. It was something more akin to just zoning out and it felt like time sped up until something caught its attention. That had usually been when Kate or Veronica turned the lights on. And what often followed after that had been her favorite part of any day: Display changing time.
She remembered the feeling the hands of whoever it was taking her apart to easily remove what she had been wearing and then redressing her and then putting her back together again. The pleasure of the touches and feeling her parts being laid about and then the wonderful orgasms as she was reassembled. Just remembering it made her wet and she started slow and softly to masturbate and slowly built to a wonderful orgasm.
The mental orgasms of a mannequin and the earth shattering ones she experienced during both her transformations were all well and good. But there will always be a place for the nice and slow ones she thought as she let the afterglow carry her off to sleep.
The next month formed a comfortable routine. Jane started to learn her new job as a retailer. She had never worked in retail before and there was a lot to learn. And she met some of the stores regulars and repeatedly got congratulated on getting the job as she helped them find “the just perfect thing to wear”.
She got to learn more about her new boss and friend. Most of the time there was no telling that Veronica was anything but the moderately successful business owner she appeared to be. But knowing what she knew Jane could see small hints that not all was what it seemed at times.
The first thing she really knew had to be magick related happened one her fifth day working in the store. The place was busy with a lot people browsing the racks. In the corner of her eye Jane could see a teenage girl head for the door seemingly leaving without buying anything. But as she stepped thru the door she suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around and headed straight for the checkout counter. Once there she lifted the front of her baggy shirt and pulled out a red top with the alarm tag removed but the price sticker still on it. She had placed it on the counter and left. Magic was obviously a better safeguard against shoplifters than any alarms.
At the end of the month Veronica handed Jane her first paycheck and told her. “You have done a splendid job this last month. If i was in the habit of announcing an Employe of the month in the store it would be you. Then again it might be a little redundant seeing as you are my only employe.”
Jane laughed and said. “Thank you. And ya, winning by default isn't much of an achievement is it.”
“In all seriousness though I am more than happy with the work you have done. This is your free weekend isn’t it? Why don’t you start it early. A free Friday isn’t a plaque and your picture on the wall but it’s something.”
“I think I will take you up on that” Jane said. “And I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Oh, What is that?”
Jane hesitated for a second before she said “Would it be possible for me to spend my free weekend as a mannequin?”
“Oh my. Enjoyed it that much did you?” Veronica said with a big grin.
“Yes. Yes I did.” A scarlet faced Jane admitted. “It was one of the best experiences of my entire life and certainly The most pleasurable one.”
“Well if you want me to run you back in to a mannequin that is no trouble at all. Transforming some one for the first time takes a lot of effort and magical energy to do the molding. But switching in between already molded states takes hardly any. Especially in your case since you are obviously a very willing subject. All it takes is, what did I call it before, a magical nudge.”
“Great!” Jane said so excitedly she almost bounced. “I can’t think of a better way to spend a three day weekend.”
Closing time Thursday soon arrived. Even if it had felt like if it never would to Jane. They both did their normal end of the day chores like usual. Except for that Jane manage to finish hers in two thirds the time.
"Done already are we? Hum, I'm sure there is something else around here that you could do", Veronica teased.
Jane didn't miss a beat and said. "Yes there is. And that thing is displaying clothes."
Veronica gave her one of her chuckles. “Well since i guess you won’t be any good for anything else tonight we might as well do this thing. Go and fetch your stand you soon to be dummy.”
“Out here? In the store?” Jane asked caught a little off guard. “But i had planned on being naked. You know, to see and um feel everything.” she said and blushed.
“I’m planing to put you on the podium over in the lingerie section, so no one will see you from the street anyway. Unless you want me to put you some place else?.”
“No no. I’m going to be just a mannequin. And mannequins do not have any say in where to stand or what to display. I’ll just be a good dummy and fetch my stand.” Jane said as she went to do just that.
As she went in to the back room she started to get really excited. To be transformed into a mannequin again, to be a hollow and immobile object. Just thinking about it made her so turned on. And being changed right out there in the store actually made it even better. And she could tell that a tiny part of her felt disappointed that it wouldn’t happen in the window, which really surprised her.
She knew exactly where her stand was. She had walked past it every day since she started working. And every time she saw it she thought of being mounted on it again. And now she would be. She grabbed the stand and walked quickly back out to Veronica. Just barely keeping herself from running.
Back out in the store they both walked over to the podium Veronica had in mind and Jane put her stand down in the middle of it.
“Well then. Take take those clothes of and hop on up so we can get your dream weekend started.” Veronica prompted.
Jane needn’t be told twice and quickly pulled her dress over her head. Her bra and panties soon joined it on the floor. She kicked of her shoes and hopped up on the podium.
She stood over her stand and twisted it so it could be adjusted and then raised it until she felt the cool pole enter her welcoming vagina. She stopped when it was far enough in that she thought it would keep her plastic body steady. Just like last time she got a little thrill from being mounted on a stand just like the mannequin she soon would be.
“Nice and comfy? Veronica asked with a big smile.
The only answer she got was a drawn out “Mhum”.
“Well let’s do this then.” And with that she stepped up next to Jane and put the palm of her hand on Jane’s chest, closed her eyes and mumbled a few words.
As Jane felt Veronicas hand leave her chest the familiar pre transformation tingle encompassed her body. A second or two later she felt the now very familiar caressing feeling as it passed over her toes.
She felt how the pleasurable sensation transformed the soft and warm skin of her feet to smooth immobile plastic. She could feel how her feet moved up on their toes as if she was wearing invisible 4” heels as they took on their part of her pose.
Just like it had the first time her pleasure was building as her soft flesh gave ground to the change as it moved up her legs. The feeling of immobility added to that building pleasure and made her hands move, almost on their own, to massage her sex.
When the change had reached her upper thighs she used her right hand to once again touch her own plastic form. But where last time the immense wave of pleasure that flowed through her body at the first touch had completely overwhelmed her mind. This time there was still a small part of her that could feel how the separation point formed in her now plastic leg.
Her right hand followed the advancing change up the last portion of her thigh until it met her left at her crotch. And as the change smoothed away her human sex to leave behind nothing but the hole for her stand, an explosive orgasm rocked her body.
Before she had regained her bearings the change had worked its way over most of her abdomen. She moved her hands over her transformed body reveling in the pleasure it brought with it. Her questing fingers came upon the crack of the separation point just above her hip. And she remembered how surprised she had been when Veronica had taken her top part of the last time.
She brought her hands up to squeeze her soft breasts one last time as the change reached them. She could feel them lift slightly to look like she was wearing an invisible bra. And she felt a powerful new wave of pleasure as her nipples smoothed away under her pinching fingers and left behind the smooth featureless plastic breasts of a mannequin.
As the change reached her shoulders she could no longer touch her plastic self as she lost the ability to control her arms as one reached behind her head and the other came to rest just above her thigh. And the change flowed down them.
She gave Veronica a last grateful smile before her mouth took on its frozen mannequin half smile and her glass eyes focused straight ahead. And as her hair formed a wig and the change finished she erupted in her first mental orgasm as a mannequin.
The last time Jane had been transformed Veronica had been in a spellcasting trance to guide the transformation as it happened. This time she only had to initiate it. This meant that this time she had a first row seat to the show. And the obvious pleasure Jane had experienced from the transformation had been contagious. Half way through her own hand had found it’s way to her own moistening sex. And after Janes transformation had finished she really needed to do something about it.
When Jane’s mind slowly cleared after her mind bending orgasm she could already feeling how the greater part of her mind had started to sink away. But before it did she noticed how Veronica stepped up on the podium next to her and detached her arm.
“Yes, this will do,” she said as she twisted and removed the hand from the rest of the arm and walked off with it.
By the time Veronica had left through the door to the back room Jane had once again become a Mannequin, even in her own head. It could feel as it’s arm was put down on a soft surface for a little while before it was picked back up. Then it felt something warm and moist slip over it’s wrist. Mannequin could not understand what was happening but the sensations of its sensitive plastic arm soon gave it its third orgasm of the evening.
After a few minutes the sensations stopped and it could feel the arm being carried again and then being rinsed off under cool water and dried by a towel.
Soon after that Mannequin saw Store woman come out in the store from the back room still towelling of the arm. She walked up to it and put both the hand and arm back in their proper places.
After she had put her improvised sextoy back in its proper place Veronica told the mannequin. “I’m beat. I think I will wait to dress you until tomorrow. You don't mind do you? Of course you don’t. Good night.”
And with that she turned out the rest of the lights and left.