“Good morning ya’ll out there this sunny Friday morning. I’m Steve here on WCFM and i will…”

The radio dj’s words were cut short as Veronica turned the ignition off and stepped out of her car outside The Closet. She stopped for a second to take in the sunshine. That radio guy had got it right for once. It was a lovely day outside. So lovely that you almost don't want to go inside, she thought. But it was Jane's weekend off so someone had to mind the store.

As she walked through the back door to the store she chuckled to herself as she thought of having Jane mind the store any way. But in her present condition she would have had some difficulty even unlocking the front door never mind helping consumers. She put her bag and car keys in their usual place by the door and then went on in to the store proper.

She walked up to the naked redheaded mannequin standing on the podium in the lingerie section and said. “Good morning gorgeous. Ready to be put in something that will make ladies want to spend their hard earned money? Of course you are, thats the reason why you are a mannequin isn’t it. Well, one of them anyway,” she finished with a grin.

Mannequin agreed with what Store woman had said. That was what mannequins were made for after all, to display clothes. What she had meant with it not being the only reasons it did not understand. But something that seeped through from the back of its mind told it that it was true nonetheless. But those spiderweb thin thoughts was soon forgotten as it saw Store woman start to look through the shelves for something to dress it in. And after a moments rummaging it saw her come back with a red lace bra with a matching pair of very skimpy thong  panties.

“Yes these will do nicely.” Veronica said to her self. “Sexy and skimpy things always sell well weekend after pay day. Don’t rightly know why, but they do. Now don’t move.”

As Store woman reached up to grab it by the waist Mannequin was wondering what she meant by “don’t move”. Mannequins never moved they… At that point its thoughts got cut short by the mind drenching pleasure it felt as Store womans hands made contact with its plastic surface. It felt how she twisted and then lifted its torso of its hips which felt oh so good. After she had put its torso down she took a hold of its leg and it soon joined it on the floor. As she then lifted what was left of its lower body of the stand it was thoroughly enjoying both that and the feeling of being just a pile of parts on the floor.

When Store woman had slid the tong panities up its remaning leg and setled tham around its sexles crotch, she lowered it back on to its stand. This made it’s mind explode into orgasm. And that was soon followed by another one as Store woman replaced its torso in its proper place.

With its bottom half dressed Store woman moved on to the top. She removed both of Mannequins arms and then put the bra on over its plastic breasts. But as she was about to reattach the first arm she stopped and her face took on a thoughtful expression.

“Hum, you don’t really need arms to display a bra to full effect do you”, Veronica said to her self. “Aha. I have an idea how better to use these.” And with that she had walked off with both of Jane’s plastic arms towards the checkout counter.

As Mannequin was wondering what was going on it felt its arms being put down on what had felt like the glass top of the counter. Shortly after that it felt how Store woman put something on its wrist, then something else and then another. Then the other arm was picked up and moved around quite a bit, until she grabbed its hand and twisted it off from the rest of the arm. The arm was put down again like it had been before. But the hand had been placed standing on its baser. Shortly after it had been put down Mannequin could feel things being placed around its fingers.

It had wondered what Store woman had been up to. And then its small mind figured it out. She had used its hand and arm to display the cheap jewelry that usually just sat in its box on the counter next to the register. It was only the kind of thing that young girls pestered their mothers to buy for them. But it knew it made their display look great.

When Veronica had finished playing around with Jane’s arms she went and turned the sign over to open, unlocked the door and pulled up the metal gate in front of it. The store was open for the day.

***

It had been a wonderful three days. So many women had looked Mannequin over and ran their fingers over the things it had been wearing. And it had seen several of them making their way to the counter with panty and bra sets just like the one it had been showing. All the attention had made it feel like it was standing on cloud nine. But that was not all of it. Store women's idea of displaying the jewelry on its hand and arm had been a big hit. For the amount of pleasure it had given Mannequin at least. Not everyone will walk up and touch a mannequin in the middle of a store. But a plastic hand displaying rings will often be picked up for a closer look. One little girl had even picked it up and ran over to her mother and begged her to buy her one of the rings on it.

It had been quiet in the store for a little while and Mannequin was starting to wonder where everyone had gone. But then it heard the clang of the iron gate in front of the door shut and it realized that it was closing time. And not long after that it could feel its arms being picked up and the bracelets and rings being taken of and then the loose hand being put back at the end of its arm. Then it could see Store woman coming towards her carrying them.

“Closing time Jane.” Veronica told the mannequin. “I know that I haven’t left you a mannequin the full three days seeing as it is only Sunday afternoon, but I want to go home and it is your turn open the store tomorrow.”

Store woman stepped up next to Mannequin on the podium and unsnapped the sheer blue bra she had dressed it in that morning and took it off. After that she put its arms back on its shoulders. Even though they had been picked up and handled by so many lovely soft hands it was glad to have them back. Next she placed her hand on its hollow plastic chest and Mannequin knew suddenly what was about to happen to it. It was about to be changed.

As Store woman removed her hand Mannequin started to feel a familiar tingling sensation spreading out from where she had held it. The sensation quickly spread through its body. Soon it felt how the caressing sensation began to move up its arms and down its head. And the relaxing feeling of pleasure it left behind. It felt how its wig was adhering to its scalp as if it had grown from it. And as the change passed its eyes and it blinked as it realized what was happening to it. It was transforming into a woman.

No, not merely transforming into a woman, it thought, but transform BACK into a woman. Its. No. Her memories was starting to slowly come back from wherever they hid themselves when they weren't with her. She felt how she could move her arms and open her mouth. And as the change continued she brought her hands to where the smooth featureless plastic was giving way to soft human skin. She felt the change continue to move down, and she cupped her still hard plastic breasts. Soon she could feel them soften under the pressure of her hands. She gasped in her first breath in orgasmic pleasure as her nipples reformed under her grasping hands.

She left her right hand there reacquaint itself with the feel of her soft sensitive breasts  as her left followed the change downward. As it passed her hips and her hand slipped under the waistband of the sheer blue panties she still wore, she knew what was coming. But that did not change the glorius oragsm that hit her when her sex reemerged under her welcoming fingers.

When she got her wits about her again after her last orgasm the change had passed her knees. She reached between her legs and grabbed hold of the now quite wet pole of her stand and lowered it. She found that just moving in itself still felt a little odd. But walking with the lower part of her legs still plastic and her feet frozen as if they were wearing 4” heels felt downright peculiar. And staying on her feet proved a little more challenging than she had thought.

“Wooh, ah! Help!” She said as she tried to keep her balance. Veronica quickly got to her side and caught her before she fell and helped her down from the podium.

“Thank you V… um… Oh, i know you name starts with V but the rest isn’t quite there yet.” Jane said.

“Veronica. And you are starting to get the hang of this. Last time you barely remembered your name”, a chuckling Veronica told her.

“Practice makes perfect I guess.” Jane retorted with a crockd smile. “And I do believe I remember a rather comfy sofa over there some place.”

“Well we better get you over there before you start to practice falling over again.” Veronica said as she helped her to the sofa in the back room and they had just sat down when Jane’s heels hit the floor.

“And there goes my last bit of plastic.” Jane said.

“Are you going to miss it?” Veronica as asked.

“No, well not yet that is. It is a little bit like the seasons changing i think.”

“What do you mean by that?” A puzzled Veronica had to ask.

“Oh, you know. At the beginning of winter its nice. But when you get to the middle of it and you are fed up with the snow and cold you always want it to be summer. And in summer, when it is 40 degrees in the shade and you feel like dying, you long for ice, snow and skiing and the like. For me it’s a little like that to be a mannequin. At least it feels like that when I’m turning back. When I actually am the mannequin I don’t think all that much at all. And I don’t even remember being human.”

“I think I get what you are saying.” Veronica said after thinking about it.

“On the subject of remembering things”, Jane said while giving Veronicas her undivided attention. “When I had just finished turning into a mannequin, did you take my arm off and use it to masturbate with?”

“I did.”

“What on earth made you do that?”

“Well, I dont know if you realize this but seeing you go on while turning to plastic is quite the show and watching it made me really horny. And when your transformation was over I really needed to do something about it and your arm seemed a good fit. I wasn’t really thinking too straight at the time and guess i owe you an apology.”An embarrassed Veronica said while looking away from Jane’s steady eyes.

“I guess I did tell you that I would be just a mannequin, and that a mannequin have no say in how they are being used, didn’t I.” Jane said. “And who am I to say what you can and can’t do with your things.”

“Yes but you weren’t just a thing where you. You were, you know, you. And nothing you said should have let me believe that i could do that to you.” Veronica said still a little uncomfortable.

Jane thought about that for a minute and then said. “Then I am saying it now. From now on, when I am not human, I am yours. And you can use what I am how ever you want. Just don’t sell or break me would you.”

“Really?” Veronica asked a little stunned. “Are you sure? You are giving up quite a bit of control over your self like that.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you. And to be completely honest, the thought of truly being an object and belonging to someone else make me want to look around for a handy mannequin arm myself.”

“And you are right to.” Veronica said with a wide smile. “It you ask me it was better than any sextoy I’ve tried.”

Jane gave her one just as wide as she said. “And I can tell you it felt just as good from the other end too.”

“Well on that note I will go home and get out of you hair.” Veronica said, but before she went for the door she realized she was still holding the blue bra Jane had been displaying. She thought for a second and then handed it to Jane. “Here. You might as well keep this one too. It goes with the panties you’re wearing. And those belong in a laundry hamper, not the shelf of a clothing store.”

After Veronica had left Jane walked up the stairs to her apartment above the store. It was just as spartan as it had been when Veronica first showed it to her. Except for that the wardrobe now held the extra ‘pay’ from her first time as a mannequin. Since it was only afternoon she decided to head out and burn a respectable part of her first paycheck to make the place a little more homey. But before that she decided she needed a shower. Mannequins might not sweat. But a mannequin transforming into a woman, now that was a different kettle of fish.

***

It had been about two weeks since Jane’s long weekend and work at the store was back to it’s routine. One of the things Jane had gotten herself when she went out  that Sunday afternoon was a new phone. It was nothing fancy but it let her reconnect with her friends that she had lost contact with since before her time on the streets. She was minding the store but it was the afternoon lull and there was no one in the store. Having a free moment she had just finished reading a semi funny status update from her ex co-worker Nina when she heard swearing coming from the back room.

Jane walked over and poked her head through the door and said. “What's wrong boss.” In the worst old time gangster impression of all time.

Veronica was sitting at the desk that stood next to the door Jane’s head was poking through. And it looked to Jane like she was catching up on her emails on the store laptop.

“First, that needs more work. Its still sounds terrible. Second, the custom dress I ordered for my date on Friday has ended up at the wrong address.” Veronica said.

“Darn. Will they get it back to you on time?”

“I doubt it. The nitwits sent it to England of all places.” Veronica said with a dark expression.

“I guess you can just wear something else come Friday then.” Jane said.

“I have already bought the perfect shoes to match and picked out everything from stockings to earrings.” Veronica said grumpily.

“Today’s first world problems.” Jane laughed as she went back out to keep and eye on the store.

Three days later Friday rolled around. Veronica stood by the register daydreaming while looking at the few ladies searching the racks. She had hoped that her dress for her date tonight would have show up in time for the last two days. But it seemed that for that to happen now it would take an act of divinity, she thought. But then the obvious hit her. Divinity or Magic…

She gave gave her idea some more thought and then she went to the door to the back room and called for Jane.

“Just a second! Almost done here.” Jane called back. And about a minute later she came walking up to the door with cheerful “Wasup V?”

“I was wondering if you might consider helping me with that first world problem of mine.” Veronica told her. “What would you say to being worn on my date tonight?”

"Worn?" Jane blurted a little surprised.

"Yes worn." Veronica said with a smile at Jane's reaction. "You didn't think a mannequin was the only thing I could turn you into did you?"

"Well no. I just never really thought about it."

"So what do you say Jane.  Do you want to be my dress for a spell?"

Jane thought it over for a second. Being transformed into a dress sounded fun. And the thought of being treated like nothing more than a piece of clothing sure rang her bell just as much as being turned into a mannequin did.  "First that was a terrible pun. And ya I'll be your dress for the night. But there is one thing I don't get."

"Ok, shoot. "

“Why don’t you just change another dress to look like the one you want?”

“It is harder to transform a dead object than a live one.” Veronica said in her teaching voice. “There is more energy to work with. And it is even easier to work with a willing live subject when you are trying to copy something that already exists. Then I, the practitioner, and you, the subject, both have a mental image of the form they are trying to create.”

“Aaa, I see… I think.”

There conversation got interrupted when a customer stepped up to the register and Veronica went back to work. Jane went back into the back room and picked up her phone and started to write a text to her friend Nina.

“I’m going to have to bail on drinks to night. I’m going on a date : ).” She stopped to think about it for a second. “Well it is not as if I’m lying to her”, she mumbled to herself before she hit send.

Closing time arrived. And Jane was getting really excited about the whole thing. And when they were done with all the little tasks, and clearing the magical pattern on floor of the back room she asked.  “So what kind of a dress am I turning in to?

“I will show you.” Veronica said as she opened a web page on the laptop. And when the page finished loading Jane saw her new form for the first time.

It was a floor length sleeveless deep red silk dress in a vaguely oriental style. It clung to the model in the photo in a way that hid everything, yet it left very little to the imagination. It had a slit in the skirt up to mid thigh.

“Wow” Jane said in a soft voice. “It is beautiful.”

“Yes it is.” Veronica agreed. “And i had it special order so they could tailor it to me to so it would fit just like that.”

Hearing that made Jane realize that she soon would cling like that to Veronica, almost like a silky second skin. And she started to wonder how it would feel to literally have a person inside her. To be worn. One thing she already knew was that the simple thought of it was driving her crazy, in a good way.

“So are you ready to do this?” Veronica asked. “I’m in a little bit if a hurry. I need to get home and get ready before my date shows.”

“Hu? oh yes.” Jane answer after dragging her attention away from the image of the dress. “What do i do?

“First take all of your clothes off and put them outside the circle. We don’t want anything unnecessary in there with you. And then you can go and stand in the center of the circle”

Jane did as she was told and undressed and placed her cloths to the side. Then stepped in to the center of the vague pattern on the floor and said, “I’m ready”.

Veronica nodded at her and then she closed her eyes and started to mumble. Immediately the pattern around Jane burst to life with light. A few moments later she felt the pre transformation tingle permeate her body.

The change started to move up her feet from her toes. But it felt slightly different compared to when she had been transformed into a mannequin. It still brought with it the same building feeling of pleasure as before. But where she used to feel herself stiffen she now felt extreme relaxation. The combination of powerful sensations made her let out a soft moan.

She looked down and could see how her feet had turned the deep red of the dress and how they reflected the light of the circle like silk. When the color and silky texture had reached her knees she felt how her feet flared out as they took on the appearance of the hem of the dress. She felt as if she was melting in a puddle of red silk as her lower legs changed completely into fabric and could no longer support her.

The whole thing aroused her to no end and she brought one hand to her breast and the other to her sex without thought. And as the changes reached her crotch she felt her sex smooth away and the finger that had found its way in to her vagina was left shrouded in folds of soft silk. The transformation of her sex brought her to a mind shattering orgasm.

When she had reassembled some of her wits she let her hands move over the parts of her that had turned to silk yet still held its form. It felt like stiff cloth with nothing underneath but it felt just as good as to touch her plastic mannequin skin . As she pinched her sides together she almost fell over as it folded in on itself.

She brought her hands back to her breasts again as the change reached them. And she felt how they lost their substance and become nothing more than fabric. And she felt another orgasm as her nipples smoothed away. And before she surfaced from that her arms was pulled in to her shoulders as the change reached them and the rest of her sank into the puddle of silk she had become.

Veronica opened her eyes and saw what was left of Jane in the middle of the fading pattern in front of her. She walked over and picked the dress up and looked it over.

“Damn girl, you look fantastic.” she said as she carried the dress over to a full length mirror and draped over her front to imagine how she would look wearing it.

Jane could already feel her mind sinking away but she had to agree with her friend, she did look good. But was a friend really what Veronica was to her now? Clothing don’t have friends do they? No they have people to wear them, to own them. Veronica was not her friend right now she decided, she was her owner. And the last clear human thought she had before she completely became the dress was, “Come on Owner, put me on already.”

But that would have to wait. Veronica looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that she was running out of time. She had to hurry if she wanted to be ready in time. So she quickly grabbed a hanger and put the dress on it. Then she put it in a hanging bag and zipped it shut.

Dress was a little disappointed at Owner for not wearing it straight away. It felt how it was being carried and then put down on what it realized was a car seat as it heard the door slam and then another one before the car started and pulled away. Being an object dress had a terrible sense for time so it had no idea how much time had passed before the car stopped and it was picked up and carried again.

When it felt the bag being hung up then opened it could see that it was hanging in a bed room. Owner didn’t give it a second glance but started to take off her cloths in a hurry. And then she rushed for one of the doors in the room. When she came back she was wearing nothing except for a towel around her head.

The sight of its owners naked body fanned a deep desire in Dress. It wanted to wrap itself around that body. To cover it. To be worn as it was made too. But Owner didn’t come over to put it on. Instead she started to take out other items of clothing from a wardrobe.  She laid out a pair of panties, a garter belt and stocking all in black. When she had put it all on she sat down at the vanity next to where dress hung and started doing her hair and makeup. When she was almost done it could hear the chime of a doorbell. Owner looked up and swore softly and then called out.

“Come on in. I'll be out in a minute“ And then she got up and grabbed Dress of it hangar.

If it could've moved at all it would have shook in anticipation as Owner pulled its zipper down. And when she stepped in and pulled it on it had a mental orgasm that almost made it black out. But when it came back to its senses it felt how it was wrapped around its owners body, clinging to every curve of that glorious form. It lent its shape to Dress itself and it felt its warmth warming it. And from that point on it did not much care for what was not inside of it.

The rest of the night was a blur. At least to Dress. Every time Owner move it sent a wave of pleasure through it. At some point her date was embracing her and at another grabbed her ass through it. That and other escapades made Owners heart race and her nipples poke through the fabric of it’s chest and she felt wonderfully warm.

Veronica stepped out of the taxi outside her her house with a men's jacket around her shoulders. “Thank you Eric for lending me your jacket.” She told her date. “Why don’t you stay a while so i can thank you properly.”

The specimen that had been riding with her in the cab got out and said “Certainly Hunny if you insist.”

“Oh, I do.”

They walked up the stairs to Veronicas front door and she started to dig in her purse for her keys. But seeing as she had quite a few cocktails during the night it did not go very fast which made her date crack a joke.

“You aren’t fishing for a goodbye kiss are you?” he said.

“Nooo. We’ll save that for breakfast.” She told him with a grin that could mean only one thing.

She finally got the door open and her date grabbed Dresses attention as he started to unzip it. By the time they had reached the bedroom it slid down Owners legs to fall to the floor. It lost the form it had borrowed from Owner and slowly lost the warmth of her body while it listened to the happy noises coming from the bed.

***

Dress zoned out while laying on the floor and did not come to until someone grabbed it. And it didn’t realise it was Owner until she spoke to it.

“There you are. Im sorry you had to spend the night on the floor. I was in a bit of a hurry you understand,” she said with a chuckle while standing back up. As she straightened she made a grimace  and brought both hands and dress up to grab at her head. “Ouch! And when am I going to learn not to mix spirits and beer,” she groaned.  She laid Dress on the bed, placed her hand on it and mumbled a few words.

Dress felt a tingling sensation spread through its fabric. It realized that it had felt something like it before. It felt the caressing feeling around its neckline and in a few moments it expanded into its, no, her head. She was changing back. Back in to a woman, she realized.  Her head was soon followed by her shoulders and chest seemingly inflate into their old shape and red silky arms expanded from her sleeves.

She brought her hands up to feel her silky hollow breasts as her head turn back into flesh and blood once more. The same wave of change spread down her arms and down her chest and as she felt how the silky hollow breasts under her hands turned back into supple flesh once more. She gasped in a breath as she was rocked by one of those fabulous transformation induced orgasms she loved so much.

As the afterglow slowly washed away she felt how the change approached  her crotch and she got her hands there just in time to feel her sex change back into flesh and blood and her next orgasm hit her like a freight train. And as she laid there catching her breath the change finished up and she was once again fully human.

As Jane laid there Veronica walked back into the room, fully dressed and sipping from a very large cup of coffee and said. “Welcome back.”

Jane’s mind had not fully shaken the effects of the transformation so she said, “Hello Owner.”

This made Veronica look up from her coffee cup rather hastily at her. “Owner? Where did that come from?”

Jane realized what she had said and corrected herself. “I mean Veronica. Sorry. It seems I have problems with names as an object. I guess I just call anyone around me what I see them as,” she finished slightly embarrassed.

“So when you were the dress you saw me as you owner?”

“Yes. And weren’t you? I told you that when I wasn’t human I was your to do with as you pleased. Don’t that sort of imply ownership?”

“Well maybe.” Veronica mused. “But right now you are a human being and I am marly your boss. And we need to get over to the store before it is time to open. And you are driving or we will likely not get there.”

Veronica lent Jane some clothes and they hurried out to her car. As they were backing out of her driveway Veronica said.