Jane yawned so wide that she thought that she thought the top of her head would fall off as she raised the iron gate in front of The Closet. She had been working on her own for the past week. Veronica was off to who knows where for a magic convention. And not magic the card game. Jane had asked just to make sure. She had thought it strange that there was such a thing at first, but then she had thought about it. These days everyone from dentists to dumpster divers had conventions so why not magic folk. Although it’s not something that you advertise in the local news outlets, she thought.

As she walked back into the store she thought that she had a newfound respect for Veronica. To manage the store was a lot of work for one person and she had done it for years before Kate and then her self. Just slipping in a bathroom break was hard. And after closing she had to do all the little tasks she and Veronica usually shared all by herself. And on top of that, the things she or Veronica usually got done during the lulls in the day had to be done than to since she always had to keep and eye on the store. This week had made her really wish that Veronica had found someone to help out at times like these, or the times when Veronica was around and she was… otherwise occupied she thought with a grin.

Just after lunch time Jane was helping a customer when she heard someone moving around in the back room. If she had been anywhere other than at The Closet she would have worried that someone had snuck in through the back. But that did not happen here due to the magical door back there that would not let just anyone in. And a few minutes later she found out what it had been when Veronica came out.

“Hi Jane”

“Hey Vee, you’re back!”

“No I’m not. This is just  an astral projection.”

“Realy?”

Veronica’s poker face cracked and she broke out in a huge grin. “No. Of course I’m back”

“Oh harde har har miss funny pants”, a not quite so amused Jane said. “How was the convention?”

“It was great!” Veronica exclaimed. “I saw some incredible new stuff. Some of which I just have to try at some point. And I ran into a friend of mine that gave me something that I think will interest you.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

Veronica gave the customers in the store a quick glance and said. “It is something of an upgrade to my mannequin”, and gave Jane a wink. “I will show you after closing tonight.”

“You are right that does sound interesting to me.” Jane agreed. She understood that Veronica  said it that way since she could not talk of transforming her into a mannequin in front of all the people in the store. But it still got her a little excited to hear Veronica refer to her as ‘her mannequin’.

“Did you get a chance to eat lunch yet?” Veronica asked then.

“No I’ve been too busy to get a way. It’s not as easy as one would think managing a store all by oneself.”

Veronica chuckled and said, “Oh don’t I know it. And since you’ve been doing it all week while I have been hobnobbing with my friends you deserve a little recognition of your efforts. Why don’t you head out to lunch and then take the rest of the afternoon off. In all likelihood you won’t have much flexibility in you work schedule for the next few days, if you know what I mean.”

“Gotch Boss. I’m gone.” Jane said as she grabbed her bag and disappeared out of the door before Veronica could change her mind. About anything.

Jane came back just before closing and helped Veronica with all the little things that needed doing. Then they both sat down with a cup of coffee in the back room sofa to talk.

“Now spill. Your mannequin is dying to know what you are planning to do with it?” Jane said as she sat down.

“You truly enjoy that don’t you?” Veronica asked.

“What do you mean?” a suddenly puzzled Jane asked right back.

“Thinking of yourself as belonging to me when I transform you, or are about to. Like you did just now, referring to yourself as my mannequin. To see me as your owner like you did when you came back from being a dress for my date.”

“Yes I do” Jane said and attempted to put her thoughts from the last few months in to words. “I have always been a little on the submissive side and I have had an interest in bondage since I was in my teens. And then add that to actually being transformed into nothing but an inanimate object. To say that it turns me on is the understatement of the year. To by definition being unable to move. And in most ways even think like an object. Having essentially no free will, or any way to use it if I had it. It all make me feel like I should rightly be someone's possession just like any other object. And since you are the one to change me it only makes sense that what i become belongs to you.

But mind you, when I do have my free will I’m using it and belong to no one but myself. But having that free will means that if I want too I can agree to give it up and be just an object for a while. Does any that make any sense at all to you?”

“Yes I guess it does. It is just that you react to all of this a lot different than anyone else I, or anyone that I know of, have ever transformed. But something I do know is that everyone react to being changed differently. And from what you are saying your reactions to it still fits with your personality from before I introduced you to magic. And that, I am happy to say, means that I haven't broken you.” Veronica said.

“I dont know about all that, but I can tell you that I don’t feel broken. And speaking as someone that is willingly about to give up her free will for a few days to be in your possession I say, stop stalling Owner and tell your Mannequin what you are going to do to it.” Jane said with heavy emphasis on owner.

“Ok you pushy soon to be mannequin of mine. At the convention i met my old friend Dimitri. He is one of the best artificers actively working these days”

“Um, excuse the magicly challenged, but what is an artificer?” Jane interrupted.

“An artificer is a magic practitioner that focus on making and using magical objects and devices. You know like magical rings and things like that. I have dabbled in it myself a bit hence my door that let you in that night. But I can’t even get close to anything Dimitri can make.”

“Hey don’t that mean that Sauron was an artificer? One ring to rule them all and all that.” Jane said and took a sip of her coffee.

“Eh, can’t say I ever thought about that, but I guess so.” Veronica said while scratching her head.

“Hehe, cool”

“Any way. Me and Dimitri was having a few beers and was chatting about what we had been up to lately. I told him a little of what you and I have been doing. And he told me he had recently designed a new device. One that he thought might be fun for us to try. And he asked if I’d consider testing it for him.”

“Something to do with me being a mannequin?”

“Yes, and I have it right here.”

As she spoke Veronica had picked through her bag and taken out what looked like a coin. But when Jane looked closer at it she saw that the pattern engraved on it was unlike any coin she had ever seen. The pattern on it reminded Jane of the magic circle on the floor of the room they were sitting in and she told Veronica as much.

“You are right, it is similar in the basic design but at the same time completely different. When this comes in contact with a person that has been transformed into an object it will stick to it like a magnet. And as long as it is still in contact it will allow that object to move on its own.”

“So you are saying that if you put this ‘coin’ on me when I’m a mannequin I will still be a plastic mannequin but move like normal until you take it of?”

“More or less yes. And the next time I nudge you into your mannequin form you will be in the same pose that you were in when the device was removed.”

“That sounds so cool! You’d be able to put me in any pose you can think of.”

“Indeed. Any requests for the next few days?”

“Noo, You forget. I’m just a mannequin. I dont have any say in things like that.”

“Ah, right. I tend to still think of you as a person though. But I will try to remember not to.” Veronica said with a smile.

“You do that.” Jane said with a matching smile of her own.

“But I must say that in that case you are mighty squishy for a mannequin.” Veronica said and surprised Jane by grabbing one of her breasts and giving it a squeeze. “Why don’t you go and fetch your stand so we can fix that little detail.”

Without a word Jane bounced out of the sofa and almost ran to the corner of the room where they kept her stand. Veronica beckoned her to follow her out to the front of the store and showed her where she wanted to have her mannequin standing. Right next to the checkout counter.

All the lights in the store were dark. But it was still possible to see in through the windows to where Veronica wanted her mannequin to be displayed.  Jane was hesitant to undress herself in front of those windows at first. But then she told herself that she was as good as Veronicas mannequin already. And as a mannequin she was supposed to be put on display. So if someone walked past and saw her naked through the window all they would really see was a particularly lifelike display dummy, that perhaps moved a little.

As she reached for the zipper of her jeans she realized how this was something she never would have considered doing just a few months ago. But now felt both exciting and like the right thing to do. Maybe being turned into a mannequin a few times had had changed her a little. But it was worth becoming a bit of an exhibitionist to be transformed she thought. Be it into a mannequin or something else.

“I have a bit of an ulterior motive for placing you here”, Veronica said as Jane started taking her clothes of.

“Other than me being a pretty woman shaped piece of plastic that shows off clothes? I don’t think I will be much use for anything else.” Jane paused to say when she was down to her underwear.

“I’m going to interview a girl tomorrow that might come to work for me. As you know, I need some extra help from time to time. Especially at times when I use my other employee as other things”, she said with a wink at Jane.

“So you want me to keep an eye on the new talent, is that it? You know that my mannequin mind is very, well small for lack of a better term. I can hardly hang on to a line of thought, so focusing on something like that will be impossible.”

“I know. I’m just trying to hit two birds with one mannequin so to speak. If nothing else I’m sure you will remember if she messes with the displays at least, won’t you.”

“Yes that I’d remember,” Jane laughed.

“Well then, enough talking for now. You are only a mannequin after all and mannequins don’t talk do they. And I need to finish up this display if I am to ever get home tonight.” Veronica said now fully taking on the role of Jane the mannequins owner.

She reached up and unhooked Janes bra as she said, “This underwear set is out of stock and there is no use displaying some thing I can’t sell”, and took it of her. She then bent down and slid her panties down to the floor.

As soon Jane understood what she was doing she was more than happy to play along. She did as Veronica said and did not say another word. She added to her performance by looking straight ahead and not moving a muscle, acting just like the mannequin she was about to be. The only moving she did was to slightly lifting her feet so that Veronica could pick her panties of the floor. The whole thing added to her already building arousal in anticipation of once more becoming a proper inanimate plastic mannequin.

Veronica pushed the stand in between Jane's legs and unceremoniously raised it until it entered her by now very wet vagina so that she was once again mounted on it. She laid her hand on Jane’s naked chest, closed her eyes and mumbled a few words and Jane could feel the pre transformation tingle that she had so looked forward to start permeating her body.

"While you finish up truly becoming my mannequin I will go and get something for it to display.” Veronica said as she walked off among the  racks in the store.

Jane could feel how the caressing change start to engulf and fuse her toes together. She tried to keep her mannequin playacting up for a long as she could. But as the feeling of pleasure from the transformation was building from the change traveling up her legs leaving smooth featureless plastic behind it got harder and harder. And when it reached the top part of her thighs she could not keep it up any longer and brought one hand down to her sex and the other to her breast to help to bring her over the edge. And after a few seconds she felt the soft folds between her legs start to smooth away under her fingers and leave behind the smooth sexless crotch of a mannequin. And as the last traces sex melted away to leaving nothing but the hole for her stand she was rocked by the most wonderful orgasm.

The change continued up over her hips and rear and then kept going up her stomach, smoothing away her belly button. She let one hand play over her newly transformed plastic skin as it moved up her torso and kept the other on her breast. As the change reached them she grabbed her breasts hard with both hands. And as she felt her pleasure peak again and the mind blowing orgasm rock her.  She could feel the change pulling them from her grasp as they took on the shape of perfectly rounded plastic mannequin breasts.

Shortly after that she lost the use of her arms as they took their place in her pose. One behind her head and the other hovering just above her thigh. As the change flowed down them at the same time as it moved up her neck to her head, freezing her lips in her mannequin half smile and turned her eyes to glass. The transformation finished of with her hair turning into a synthetic looking wig.

Jane could feel her human mind sinking away to leave the simple mind of an object behind. Her last human thoughts was that she now once again truly belonged to Veronica and that her owner would put her to good use. And as the very last fragment of Jane slipped a way she felt curiosity over how long Owner would keep it like this. They had said noting more precise than ‘a few days’ after all.

Veronica came back carrying the outfit she had assembled for her mannequin friend to wear. She had picked out a  professionally looking  dark blue skirt with a matching jacket and a white sleeveless blouse.

Mannequin saw Owner come back with the cloths it expected to be displaying. And when she put them down on the counter next to it it was looking forward to the lovely experience of being taken apart and dressed. But to its disappointment instead of taking it apart Owner took something out of the bag that sat next to the stack of clothes. Mannequin got a good look at what looked like a small metal disc as Owner brought it up to its chest and said.

“Now let’s see if Dimitri is as good as he thinks he is.”

As the small metal disk made contact with Mannequins plastic chest it made a sound like snapping a coin down on a table top. And as it did mannequin felt a tingling sensation that felt familiar, but was followed by a completely new sensation. Jane would later describe it as a mild electric shock. But at the time Mannequin was completely unprepared for it and actually jerked slightly. Which just added to its confusion.

Veronica saw the mannequin jerk and said to herself. “Well it seems like it did something to you, I mean it at least. But did it make it able to move?”

The Mannequin was still trying to understand what had just happened to it. Had it just moved? But that was impossible. It was made from hard plastic and plastic was not supposed to move. At that point it saw Owner reaching out to it and taking hold of its arm and then bent it at the elbow. Underneath the pleasure of her touch the feeling of movement sparked something in the mannequins small mind. It tried to replicate the feeling in the other arm, and that moved too. It then tried to move other things. But moving didn’t feel right. It was not something mannequins was made to do it knew.

Veronica let go of the mannequins arm and saw how it started to slowly move on its own. It moved slowly and only one part at the time. She laughed a little at it as it lifted first  one foot of the floor and then the other. This made it look as if it was levitating as it sat in midair supported only by the stand in its crotch. And it reminded her of the joke she had told Jane the first time she had come back from being a mannequin about not lifting both feet at once.

“Hum. If she was in that pose when she turned back it would most likely be very uncomfortable when her vagina turned back to normal.” She said to herself with a glint of laughter still her eyes. She stood in front of it and struck a pose, one foot pushed out slightly in front of the other, her hands on her hips and turned her head slightly to one side and said “Ok mannequin look at me, look at you owner. Pose like this.

Mannequin still thought that moving on its own felt unnatural. But to do what Owner told it to felt completely right and it moved in to the pose she modeled for it as accurately as it could. It even stood itself on tiptoe to simulate the heels Owner was wearing. And when it was in the perfect position it just stopped. Content not to move again until its owner told it to. Seeing the approving smile on Owner’s lips brought it such pleasure that it had one of its mental orgasms without being touched.

"Now that is much better." Veronica said to herself as she inspected her mannequin’s new pose.

Mannequin saw Owner reach out to its chest and grab hold of the little metal disk she had stuck there earlier. It felt how Owner gave it a slight tug and the tingling feeling went away with it as she removed it. Mannequin knew with a certainty that it was no longer able to move even if Owner told it to. And that was as it should be. Mannequins were not supposed to move after all.

Soon after Owner started to remove its arms in preparation to dress it. And that was something that not only felt natural but also very pleasurable.  Mannequin reveled in the attention and the sensations of Owner handling its parts. Soon everything above its hip joint was sitting in pieces on the counter. And it could see as well as feel  how Owner pulled the skirt over its bottom half. She picked its torso up and placed it back on top of its hips. This caused Mannequin to lose itself to a mind quenching orgasm that lasted so long that it could not feel how it was dressed in the blouse and then the jacket. And when Owner reatached its arms it only prolonged the orgasmic tidal wave in its mind.

When it was once more aware of its surroundings there were not a living thing in the store and all but one of the lights where dark. The solitary light shone its amber beam down onto the lone mannequin that was happily fulfilling its purpose.

***

Sara’s hand was shaking as she lifted the coffee cup to her lips. She could not understand why she was so nervous. It was just a chat with someone named Veronica. That was it, just a chat. Or an interview, a tucked away part of her mind piped in. Nooo, not an interview just a little talk, no big deal.

She had been sitting at the small coffee shop for thirty minutes at this point. Trying to calm her nerves and waiting for the clothing store across the street to open. “Who am I trying to fool.” She told herself. “It is an interview. And I am probably going to make an ass of myself again and not get the job.”

Sara suddenly get’s startled out of her self pity by a voice from behind her saying. “I’m sorry. Were you speaking to me?

She turned around to see that a woman had sat down at the table next to hers. “No im sorry, I’m just talking to my self. Nerves I guess. I have this job interview in a bit and I’m trying to talk myself out of freaking out and failing miserably. And now I’m rambling, sorry.”

The woman gave Sara a knowing smile and said. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine. Nervousness is just the old fight or flight reflex at work. Try and think of something else and it won’t be so bad.”

Sara gave the woman a wry smile as she said “If only it was that easy. I have already lost out on at least three jobs because of it.”

“Then maybe you would like a practice round. What job are you interviewing for?”

Sara thought that this woman was a little odd just doing this out of the blue like this. “Retailer, selling clothes. Do you always test interview unknown people at coffee shops?”

The woman chuckled as she said “Help a person a day, keep bad karma at bay I always say. So have you done that sort of work before?”

“Yes i have. I used to work at a small store for two years until one of those big chains opened up across the street and bought Maggie out and made her close up.”

“Hum let’s see what else to ask. Did you manage the store by your self at times…”

The woman kept asking questions and after 15 minutes Sara’s anxiety had lessened to the point that she felt she just maybe could make a decent impression for once. Some of it did come back when she saw that it was almost nine o’clock and The Closet was about to open.

“Oh look at the time”, the woman said suddenly.”I will have to go or I will be late for work. It has been nice talking to you Sara. I am sure you will get the job.”

“Thank you, I hope you are right. And I appreciate the help. I think it helped settle most of the butterflies.”

They said goodbye to one another and then the woman walked off. And Sara went back to watching the storefront across the street. It didn’t occur to her that she never told the helpful woman her name.

She didn’t have to wait long before she could see the lights come on in the store on and someone opened the door to unlock the iron gate in front of it. She got up and started to cross the street. With every step she could feel her nervousness returning. Until she got a good look at the woman opening up the store.

“Nooooo… That’s… It can’t be…” Sara stammered.

“Hello again Sara. I’m Veronica by the way. I told you that you would get the job. When can you start?

Sara regained most of her composure and said. “You ma'am are a very sneaky person.”

“Thank you. And it is Veronica, not ma’am. I also answer to Vee, Roni, Boss, you majesty and even ‘Hey you’ in a pinch.”

“I can tell that working for you probably won't be boring.”

"Probably not. But you did not answer the question. When can you start?"

"Oh I could start right now if you want me to."

"No time like the present, eh? I'd like that. I actually could use your help right away. Jane was supposed to work today but she, uh...  Had to take a few personal days. So come on in and let me show you around."

Sara could not believe her new found luck. Not only had she got through the interview as it was, but she had actually gotten the job. Her new boss might be a little special but she chose to think it was in a good way. At least she hoped that is was.

***

It had been two days since Sara started to work at The Closet and so far she loved her new job. She had learned most of what she needed to know from her last job, except for the what goes where sort of things. So it had been easy to get in to the flow of the day to day work. And Veronica had turned out to be a great boss. She had not been yelled at once since she started to work for her, which was new experience to Sara. Her old boss Maggie had yelled a lot. She would yell at her even when it was she herself that had done something wrong. But Veronica never did. If Sara did something wrong she would call her on it of course, but she would only tell her to fix it or show her how it was to be done right.

And after only two days Veronica had left Sara to fend for herself for the first time. She had said that she needed to run some errands and left her to it. It was in the middle of the afternoon lull so the store had been empty of course, but Sara felt the trust all the same. And since it was so quiet she had been tasked with changing the store mannequins clothes while Veronica was gone. And that was something she looked forward to more than most.

Mannequin saw the new Store woman come towards it with a small stack of clothes in her arms and got excited. It was time for a display change. It had seen Store woman looking at it from time to time when she thought no one was looking. It was true that everyone looked at it, it is what Mannequins are made for and it enjoyed the feeling of being looked at. But she had done it in a way that had been more than just the normal looks from people looking at the display.

And she was looking at it just like that as she started to detach its arms to get its jacket off. As she pulled the freed arm from the jacket sleeve she let her fingers slip over it softly almost sensually. She set it down on the counter next to it and then removed the other in the same manner. Mannequin was enjoying the new treatment end the pleasure that came with it. Owner had disassembled it several times it knew, but never like this.

She unbuttoned the jacket and blouse and easily removed it from Mannequins now armless torso. Then she stopped just to look at it and said softly to herself.

“Wow! It’s beautiful.” She let her hand move over its smooth plastic curves and let her hand rest on one of its hard unyielding breasts. “Just look at the detail. It must have cost a fortune. What I wouldn’t give to have one like this.”

Mannequin would have gone weak at its knees at that lingering touch if they weren't made from hard unmoving plastic. No one had ever touched it like this before. Not as part of moving it around or taking it apart. Now Store woman was touching it just to feel it, and with a gentle sensuality to it that soon drove it to orgasmic bliss.

After exploring the Mannequin’s exposed chest Store woman twisted and lifted its torso of its hips to remove the skirt. She cradled it protectively in her arms before setting it down on the counter next to its arms. From there it could see how she removed the skirt and then felt its hips and rear the same way she had done withe the torso. When she let her hand travel down in between its legs to feel its plastic crotch mannequin could see her cheeks flush a bit. And the sensation made it peak once more.

She left it like that for a time after that. A naked and exposed pile of parts. It did not mind though. It actually liked the way it felt to be spread about the way it was. When Store woman came back she was carrying a short black dress in one hand and something lacy and equally black in the other.

She carefully lifted Mannequin’s lower part off the stand and flipped it over and placed it on the counter with all the other parts so that  its legs pointed straight up. She then reached up and started to slip black stockings on to its leg. After she put the other stocking on she took the small lacy bundle that turned out to be a garter belt and fastened it around its hips. She then flipped it back and then placed the still abbreviated mannequin back on its stand.

And the silky smooth feeling of the stockings being pulled over its legs followed up by the pole of the stand slotting back into place drove Mannequin to orgasm yet again. When its surroundings came back into focus it saw Store woman still standing there. Still looking at Mannequins legs and hips sitting on the stand. But now the flush in her cheeks were more pronounced and she was biting the corner of her lower lip. She stood there for a few more seconds than she gives herself a little shake and move over and pick Mannequins torso up and places it back in its proper place. Which gave it another little thrill.

She then reached up and removed its wig before pulling the the black velvet dress over its head. She pulled at the hem of the dress until Mannequins could feel it reach the middle of its thighs. She then adjusted the tight piece of fabric to smooth out any stray folds and then took a step back to look at it with a satisfactual smile. And just like it had felt when Owner smiled at it that smile made Mannequin feel wonderful.

Next Store woman picked up Mannequins hair and walked off into the back room with it. After a moment she came back out.But instead of its normal red wig she was carrying a blond one. She placed it on its head and arranged it to her satisfaction.

After admiring the Mannequins new look for a bit she picked its arms off the counter. She returned one to its proper place. But before she put the other one back she stood there looking at the mannequin in front of her while cradling it's arm a in her own and running her fingers over it. And Mannequin wished that she would never stop. It looked like she was about to do something, but just then a customer stepped through the door and she quickly put the second arm in its place. She turned away from Mannequin and got back to her work. And if Mannequin would have had a voice it would have called her back.

***

It had now been a week since Veronica had hired Sara and so far she seemed to have been quite the find. Veronica had liked her from the start. Despite her nervous streak she seemed to be a very promising and hard working young woman. And thinking of promising young women made her thoughts turn to that maybe it was time to turn her mannequin back into one. She looked at the blond mannequin dressed in a tight little black dress over at the register.

“I wonder how she is going to like being a blond”, Veronica said to her self.

“Did you say something?” She heard from Sarah that apparently had been standing right behind her.

“Geeez! If you sneak up on me like that again I’m going to have to tie a bell around you neck.”

“Now that would be some fashion statement. Maybe with a matching set of earrings.” Sara said with a mischievous smile before she walked off with a stack of clothes destined for the racks.

And she called me a sneak. The woman could walk up to a guard dog, pet it and be on her way with out it noticing she’d been there. But atleast she has a sense of humor, Veronica thought.

Later that evening at closing time Veronica told Sara that she could head home early.

“But don’t you want help with the end of day chores?” A slightly surprised Sara had to ask.

“Don’t question it or I might not do it again.” Veronica answer with a mock serious face.

“Well if you put it that way I guess I see you tomorrow Boss.” And with that Sara slunk out of the door.

Owner walked up and stood in front of Mannequin and it could hear her say.

“Time for you to be your own again dummy”

And after that, to Mannequins delight, she started taking it apart. Removing its arms and wig so that she could pull the little black dress over its head and Mannequin enjoyed every second. When she had taken the dress off it she saw the garter belt. She put a finger in it pulled out and let it snap back to Mannequins hollow plastic hips. This made a hollow sound echo through its insides which was a very pleasant experience for Mannequin.

“Well, say what you want about Sarah but she is thorough.” It heard Owner say before she grabbed hold of its waist, twisted and lifted it of its hips.

It was put down on the counter just like it had when Store woman had dressed it. And just like that time Owner now lifted her lower part of the stand and flipped it upside down on the counter next to it to remove the stockings. The silky sensation when the stockings slid friction less over its plastic legs felt wonderful.

Owner then placed its lower half back on the stand and than in quick succession replaced its top half, arms and wig. Before Mannequin had landed after the orgasmic pleasure of being put back together Owner placed her hand on its chest and mumbled the words that it recognised immediately despite its limited mind.

Mannequin could feel the tingling spread through its form and then it felt the change. It started at the top of its head and in the tips of its fingers. It flowed slowly up its arms and down its face. Hard plastic retreating to leave behind soft pinkish skin and the fantastic sensation of building pleasure.

As the change reached its eyes it blinked out of reflex and realized it could move again. But it shouldn’t do that it thought. Mannequins aren't supposed to move. And Owner had told it to hold the pose to hadn’t she. But as the change continued down its face and neck it started to remember. It was not just any mannequin, it had chosen to be one. It had given itself to Owner to use, to make of it what she wanted. And now it, no she, was turning back.

At that realization Jane took her self back and moved her now transformed arms and brought them up to her face to feel her once again soft mobile features. And as she felt the change reached the featureless globes on her chest she brought her hands down to feel how they slowly softened and gave way to the pressure of her grasping hands. And she drew her first gasping breath as her nipples poked in to her palms and her pleasure peaked and she orgasmed.

As she slowly regained her senses the change kept moving down her mid section. Along the way her belly button reemerged. And as the separation point around her hips disappeared and she was once again in mostly one piece she brought her right hand down between her legs. She did not have to wait long before the soft folds of her sex reformed under her fingers and she exploded in orgasm once more.

Sara was in shock. She had just seen a plastic store dummy transformed into a flesh and blood woman. She had realized that she had misplaced her phone shortly after leaving the store and gone back to look for it. She had found it between the cushions of the couch and was about to leave again when she had heard Veronica talking to someone. She had looked out in the store to see who was there but all she had been able to see were Veronica and the now undressed store mannequin. Until the impossible had happened.

The mannequin had transformed in front of her unbelieving eyes. And by the looks of it she had enjoyed it thoroughly. Now she was almost fully human. Only her legs still looked like they were made of plastic.

“Welcome back Jane. Did you enjoy yourself?” Veronica asked of the mostly human woman that was still mounted on a mannequin stand in front of her.

“Mmm, Yes I did.” The woman said while still stroking herself absently.  

“Let’s get you of that stand shall we. Just in case you get weak in the knees when they turn back.” Veronica said as she walked up to, what had she called her, Jane?

“What ever you say Owner.” Jane said

“Still not all the way back then I take it.” Veronica said with a knowing smile.

As Veronica supported Jane with one hand and bent down to use the other to lower the stand Jane tried to puzzle out what she had meant and then she understood.

“Oh, no not Owner. I don’t have an owner do I. No you are V… Ve something.”

“Veronica. Strange how you always seem to have trouble with my name.” She said as she helped to lead a still stiff legged Jane towards the back room door.

Not wanting them to know that she had seen any of this Sara bolted for the door. Once out the door she almost ran to where she usually caught her bus home. She had no idea what it was she had seen. Or what Veronica would do if she found out she had.

“Well I was right. Working for Veronica sure ain’t boring.”

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