After Jane had composed herself a bit and had a short post transformation chat with Veronica she walked up the stairs to her small apartment over the shop. As she opened the door a few strands of her hair got dislodged by the draft of the opening door and fell in front of her face. It made her stop short for a heartbeat. It was blond.

"That is going to take some getting used to", she thought smiling to herself.

She had never considered dying her hair. She loved the color of her naturally red hair. But she had spent the last week as a mannequin on the The Closets sales floor and had as a result not been the one to make the decision. It had been the new girl, Sarah, that had simply switched her normal hair with a blond wig. Although she had been told to do so by Veronica of course.

At the time Jane had seen herself as being no different than any other plastic mannequin and had not thought twice about it. It was after all nothing strange about swapping out a mannequin's wig to spruce up a display abit. But then that mannequin had transformed back into a flesh and blood Jane. And once the joys and pleasures of her transformation had faded she had realized that what had once been a cheap nylon wig was now her new natural hair.

What troubled her wasn’t really the fact that she was now a blond. After all, all it would take to get her old hair color back, or any color for that matter was to ask Veronica to switch the wigs around again the next time she decided to give up her humanity and be a mannequin for a spell. As long as she hadn't gone and lost it.

No what troubled her, she thought as she stepped through the door into the apartment, was that she didn’t mind the change. She just knew that if someone had bleached her hair without her knowing it a week ago, she would have gone ballistic. But now she had just pretty much accepted it.

She kept thinking about this as she stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower to let it warm up. And as she stepped in to the now warm shower she finally realized why. It was her alter ego mannequin self that was affecting her human mind. Just like right before Veronica had transformed into the mannequin this last time. When Veronica had pointed out where she would display her mannequin. Jane had realized that even if she was still human she soon wouldn’t be. And that she already belonged to Veronica and practically was her mannequin already. And that there was nothing strange about a mannequin being undressed in full view of the shop windows for anyone walking by to see.

Her mannequin mind had started to come to the surface and had decided that what worked for a plastic display dummy worked just as well for her since she basically was one. And that was what was happening now as well. The mannequin in her had decided that if Owner decided that they should be a blond then they would be a blond, and like it.

Having finally solved the mystery of her reaction she finally pushed the thoughts of her new hair out of her mind and just enjoyed the hot spray of the shower. Relaxing she thought back to other experiences of the past week. She soon stuck at the memory of being dressed by Sara. The careful and almost sensual way she had handled her disassembled parts and the care she had taken in dressing her. The memory of it made her feel quite aroused and she soon gave in to the feeling and her hands found their way down to her sex. She slowly and gently worked herself up to a climax all the while thinking of Sarah taking her apart and dressing her over and over…

Later as she laid down in her bed to sleep a stray thought came to her mind. She wondered what her new coworker would think when she saw that the store’s only mannequin was missing. And then get introduced to a woman that could have been its twin.

***

Jane walked down the stair the next morning finding Veronica hard at work at her desk.

“Hey Vee. I thought you weren’t supposed to come in until noon today,” Jane said as she rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes.

“Yea, I was supposed to. But I decided that I needed to take care of some paper work,” Veronica answered her with a slightly distracted voice as she punched in a few numbers on the computer's keyboard. But then she spun her chair around and let loose a textbook mischievous grin and said. “And I just had to be here to see Sarah's reaction when she meets you.”

Jane could not stop her own face to sprout a grin of its own as she said. “That sounds a whole of a lot more plausible than you voluntarily coming  in on your morning off to do paperwork.” But then she grew a bit more serious when she said. “But what if she does catch on. How do we explain away that the store mannequin is working the register instead standing prettily beside it.”

“Thats easy. We tell her the truth, that it is magic. If she is going to work here she will catch on eventually anyway. And…”

“And,”Jane cuts in, “if she tells anyone they won’t believe her any way.”

“Exactly!” A beaming Veronica agreed.”Worked with you didn’t it?”

“True. But in all fairness you did get me hooked on the whole transformation thing pretty soon after you told me that. And that was a big incentive to keep quiet.”

“I guess. Although that was not really the plan. How was I to know that the girl I found sleeping on the floor was a freaky sub girl with a thing for being turned into plastic.”

“Touché.” Jane said with a smile. “And if i'm not mistaken I think you might have found another one. At least if the way she treated me when I was the peace of plastic is any indication.”

“Another one?” Veronica said while sarcastically rolling her eyes towards the sealing. “Well if that is true then I guess the fringe benefits of working for me will make her stick around. Good help is hard to find you know.”

Jane was about to give a snappy remark when she heard the door open. And a moment later Sarah came in.

As Sarah walked in through the Closets back door she saw that Veronica had come in before her and was sitting at the back rooms desk. And she was not alone. Next to her stood the mannequin woman from the night before. And from the look of them she had the distinct feeling that she had walked in on them talking about her.

She stopped short in the doorway for a moment that the two women probably took for startlement at finding them looking straight at her coming through the door. But what she was really doing was looking at the woman that she was certain had been just a mannequin in the store until the night before.

She knew that it sounded insane, but she was certain that she had seen the mannequin she only a few days before had taken apart and dressed, slowly transformed into the living breathing woman standing next to Veronica right there.

She had no idea what was going on. But she had decided that she would pretend as if she had no idea what was happening. At Least until she had a better idea of what was truly going on.

“Good morning Sara”, Veronica said and snapped her back to the here and now.

And without missing a beat she cheekily answered her with, “Good morning Highness”.

That brought a big snorting laugh from the other woman that gave Veronica a questioning look, complete with a most Spock like arched eyebrow.

“What!?” Veronica said with a straight face. “She called me ma'am. So obviously I had to set her straight and gave her a few alternatives. I’m not responsible for the one she picks.

After the other woman shook her head at Veronica she walks over to Sarah and extended her hand and said. “Hi I’m Jane. Nice to meet you”.

Sarah took the offered hand half expecting it to feel like cool plastic, but it felt just as warm and soft as her own. "Nice to meet you to."

***

Jane liked Sara. She seemed a little on the nervous side and kept to herself most of the time but had a sunny personality and never turned down an opportunity to talk. And she had given Jane a few more examples of that humor she had shown that morning.

So far she did not seem to react to Jane’s similar appearance to the missing mannequin. But Jane had noticed her watching her at times when she thought no one would notice. Those searching looks made Jane think that may be she was wondering about it but would not say anything.

***

After about three weeks of working together Jane and Sara got along famously. More than that, they had become fast friends. And since it was Friday Veronica’s weekend to babysit the store they had decided to go out and have a few drinks and some good non work related conversation.

So after closing they headed out for a bar crawl. Along the way they did have a few good conversations, but the drinks did not stop at a few. It got to the point that they got gently encouraged by the bartender at the bar they had finally landed at to go home and sleep it off.

When they got out of the bar in to the chill early morning air something pierced the fog of Sarah’s alcohol befuddled brain.

“Oh crap, I can’t go home,” she said.

“Mmm, that is nice… No, wait what?” Came Jane's confused answer.

“I live with my mom remember. I’m sure I told you she wasn't ok with the drinkings and like, stuff,  you know. Or was it that the guy… Any way if I came home this pickled she would kill me.”

“I’s ok. You can come home with me. No one there will kill ya. I think. At least not for being a pickle.”Jane decided and started back towards The Closet. And Sara that was happy to skip out on hearing her mother's lecture again was quick to follow. As quick as a woman in heels that had drunk a good portion her own weight in a variety of spirits could at least.

After a fifteen minute walk they were back to where the night had started. At The Closets back door. It opens obediently for Jane as she pushes at it and they head for the stairs to the second floor.

Even though Sarah and Jane have become friends over the last few weeks Sarah have never seen Jane’s apartment. And in a small corner of her mind she still entertains the silly thought that Jane didn't have an apartment. That when Sarah left to go home after work Jane turns into the mannequin she were so sure she had been after seeing her transformation that night. Those thoughts and the fact that the alcohol had washed away the filter between her brain and mouth made her slip up and say.

“I've never been in a mannequin's apartment before, where do you keep the stand?”

Jane, having matched Sarah drink for drink all night, did not realize what she was doing when she answered with “Oh I don’t keep that up here. Vee does the transformation down stairs so… Wait, what! You knew!”

And that’s when Sarah’s brain caught up with her. And she was suddenly scared what Jane's reaction to her knowing her secret would be.

“Oh no, I...I mean yes, maybe. But I haven’t told anyone. No one i promise. And I won’t.”

Jane saw Sara’s face move from confusion to realization and finally to fear and had enough sense to try and explain to her that she had nothing to be afraid of. But the only thing that came to her was.

“That is so awesome!”

The fear on Sara’s face melted away to confusion once more as all she could get out was “It is?”

“Yes! I have been wanting to talk about this with you forever. How long have you known?”

“Since the night before we met. I forgot my phone and came back for it when I saw Veronica transform you. But… Aren't you worried i will tell people?”

“That long! Wow you are good at keeping secrets. And naaa. No one would believe you.” Jane said as she plopped herself down on the sofa.

Knowing that she would not be poffed out of existence or transformed into something and donated to goodwill for what she knew. Sarah was emboldened and felt she could ask some straight questions. So as she sat down next to Jane she asked the first question that came to her mind.

“So what were you from the beginning?”

“A redhead”, Jane answered with a straight face.

“Nooo dummy. I mean what were you before Vee transformed you the first time?”

“Ooooh. I’m human just like you. But within an hour or two of meeting Vee I was offered a job at the store and then turned into a mannequin for the first time”

“So, what’s it like…”

They stayed up until the early morning talking until they one after the other fell asleep right there on the sofa.

***

Jane was the first to wake up to a splitting headache, a kink in her neck and her mouth feeling as if she’d had a late night snack of cotton balls. With a quick check of her phone she saw that it was just after 11, which meant that Veronica should have opened the store already. So since Sarah was still sleeping on her corner of the sofa Jane snuck out to let her sleep.

When she came down the stairs she was greeted by an almost offensively cheerful Veronica.

“Gooooood morning sleepy head. Had a good night out culling the brain cells?”

Jane brought her hands up to her temples to try and suppress the sudden spike in her headache. “Oh yes, quite nice. But i did not get them all it seems.”

“When will you learn you never do. There will always be enough left to take revenge on you in the morning,” Veronica huckeld.

“I’ll tell you something I did learn last night though. Sarah has known about the magic thing from the start.”

“Really, and she kept it quiet this long? I told you that girl was a sneaky one. How’d she figure it out?”

“She forgot her phone and went back for it the night I transformed back. She didn’t  want  to go home last night and get another temperance lecture from her mother so she came home with me. She slipped up and asked me a question about my where I kept my stand.”

“He he, ya boze can make it hard to keep a secret alright. That coincidentally  is how i learned no one believes you when you tell them magic is real the first time.”

In the middle of Jane’s half hearted laugh she heard Sarah come down the stairs behind her. And looked to be having an even worse time than Jane with paying for the night before. And as she gets to the bottom she utters only one word.

“Coffee...”

A few minutes later after large quantities of water have been drunk and they are on there second cup of coffee Sarah turned to  Veronica as she came back into the little breakroom after helping a customer and asks.

“Is it really true?”

“What? Magic? Didn’t you see that it is for yourself when you saw the store dummy transform into the human dummy right there?” Veronica said and pointed at Jane who countered with sticking her tongue out at her.

“Well ya. Atleast i think I did. Although at this point I more than half convinced myself that I was hallucinating, dreaming, suffering from a brain tumor or just going plain crazy”. Sarah said self consciously while staring in to her coffee cup.

“Well i guess there is a simple way to show you that is real without a doubt. Jane, are you up for a some what radical hangover cure? Objects don’t have hangovers after all. Or do you have other plans for the rest of the weekend?”

“No no plans I’m all yours. Literally” Jane said with a big smile and then added, “But could this humble mannequin ask that Jane can have her old hair back again afterwards?”

Veronica gave one of her chuckles at that and said, “I think that could be arranged. It should still be on the shelf in the back somewhere. Why don't you go and get your stand while I go and hang out the ‘Back in 15’ sign.”

“Yes Owner,” Jane said and walked out the door to the back room.

When Jane had gone Sarah turned back to Veronica again and asked. “Owner?”

Veronica shrugged as she said, “Everyone reacts to transformation magic differently. Jane likes to consider herself to be nothing more than the object she turns into and be treated as such even before she actually does...”

Jane could hear the conversation carry on  as she went over to where they kept her stand when she was not using it. But she was not really listening. It had been too long since her last time as a mannequin and she was eager for it. Unlike before she tried to will the part of her that she saw as her mannequin self to start to come to the surface. And as she felt her thinking start to change she willingly let her human side start to let go.

Buy the time that she had retrieved the stand and Veronica and Sarah came back into the room she mentally saw herself as Veronicas mannequin already with a small part of Jane still there enjoying every second. The only thing that was missing was for her Owner to change her form to match.

Veronica recognised the faraway look in Jane's eyes and she thought she knew what was going on behind them. And since Jane kept telling her that she did not want to have any say in what happened to her when she was or was about to be a mannequin she decided to do as she wanted and treat her as the object she soon would be.

“I think i could use the mannequin in the lingerie section. There are a few things there that could use a display to boost sales.”

The crooked little smile that were playing on Jane’s lips grew a little wider as she nodded and without a word carried her stand out in the store proper.

“Are you going to change her out there?” a surprised Sarah asked.

“Saves you and me the trouble of moving her afterwards. This way she puts herself in place.” Veronica answer her matter of factly.

“But what if someone sees it?”

“You can barely see that part of the store from the street. And if someone would happen to glimpse something the human brain will usually think it sees something mundane rather than magic.”

Jane put the stand down on the low podium she had been displayed on the last time she spent some quality time in this part of the store. And with her exebitionist inner mannequin calling the shots she stepped up next to it and started to take of her cloths without the slightest hesitation.

A by then actually blushing Sarah squeaked out “Aren't you  worried that someone will see you stripping like that?”

Jane answered her as if she was explaining some thing obvious to a five year old. “A store mannequin is meant to be seen. That is what it was made for.”

And with that she dropped the last scrap of cloth she had been wearing in the pile on the floor stepped over and mounted the stand.

“Ready?” Veronica asked her.

After a simple nod from Jane  Veronica reached out and put her hand on Jane's chest.

After Veronica stepped back down from the podium Sara could not take her eyes of Jane. At first she did not see anything unusual Apart from her friend standing in front of her stark naked in the middle of the store with a mannequin stand stuck up her vagina, that is. But soon she could see how Jane tried to keeping herself from squirming and biting the corner of her lip. Then she noticed her friends feet. Her toes where gone, and in their place where a  mannequins sculpted feet pushing her up just as if they were wearing invisible heels. As she saw the flawless plastic spreading up Jane’s legs it finally and irrevocably sunk in, magic was real.

As she saw the change reaching Jane’s thighs she nervously asked veronica, “Ca… Can I touch her you think?”

“Go right ahead. I’m sure she will appreciate it.”

Sarah reached up and put her hand on Jane’s transformed thigh feeling the smooth cooling plastic under her fingers. And as her hand makes contact she hears Jane pulling in a surprised breath and letting it out as a soft moan.

“Liked that did you?”

In answer she got a big smile and a drawn out “Mmmhmm”.

Egged on by Jane’s reaction she let her hand move up along the hard and unyielding plastic surface until she passed the furthest point of the change and could feel soft skin under her fingers. Stopping there the change soon catch up and she feels the small depressions made by her fingers push up as it hardens and evens out.

As she is slowly following the change upwards her hands are joined by Jane’s own doing the same.  And when the change had almost reached Jane’s crotch shortly after Sarah’s slight surprise at the emergence of the leg separation line she hesitated. She could not just start touch another woman's privates could she? It was not a dilemma she had been faced with before. She looked up in to Jane’s face as to say something but her friend had her eyes closed and was breathing in short shallow breaths and did not seem to care much either way. And she did say that she was only a mannequin after all didn’t she?

Deciding that she could always apologise later. She kept her left hand to following the change but she brought her right hand up to feel the soft folds of Jane's sex and tentatively let her fingers explore. She felt were the stand entered her and that she was so wet that it was almost pouring down the pole. She moved her fingers forward until Jane suddenly jerked and moaned loudly in pleasure.

Not long after that the change started encroaching on the lovely softness. Sarah could feel how the folds under her fingers start to smooth out and harden. Soon she could feel nothing but plastic and heard Jane moan loudly in ecstasy.

Sarah kept feeling the smooth space hardly believing it. It was completely featureless except for the round hole for the stand. Were her friends wet, warm vagina had been just moments ago was nothing but the hard and cooling plastic crotch of a mannequin. Sarah's fascination was interrupted by the feeling of Jane's fingers passing through her hair that made her look up.

"You don't mind do you?" Sarah asked while letting her hands catch up to the change moving up Jane's stomach.

"I'm just a mannequin. You can do whatever you want." Jane answered a little horslely. "But please... Don't stop."

Not needing to be asked twice Sarah let her hands explore ahead of the change to Jane's breasts. She felt the orbs of soft flesh rise and fall with her breathing. She let her fingers play over her nipples and felt they were so hard they could cut glass.

The change soon caught up and she could feel the soft flesh raise slightly and start to harden. She felt the rock hard nipples sink into the now no longer moving plastic orbs. With a start Sarah realized that her friend had stopped breathing. She put her palm above the plastic breast and caught the last few heart beats. It took a moment for it to sink in but then Sarah realized that Jane was technically not alive anymore. A fact that did not seem to bother Jane at all judging but the huge smile still on her face. A smile that was now hardening into plastic. And before Sarah knew it Jane’s eyes literally glazed over and the transformation finished with her blond flowing mane turning into cheap nylon.

"So what do you think about magic now little miss doubt?" Veronica asked the still a some what bewildered Sara.

"Oh no, that was very convincing thank you" Sarah answered while still unable to take her eyes of the mannequin in front of her.

Veronica took a good long look at the mesmerised woman and an idea popped in to her head. An idea that made her lips started to form one of her crooked smiles.

"Don't you think we should dress it? After all Jane wants the full mannequin experience and a mannequin is no good if it isn't displaying anything.

Sarah finally managed to tear her eyes away from the shop's newest display piece and former coworker.

"Of course! What do you have in mind?"

"Actually I thought that maybe I'd dress it in... you."

"In me? You mean you would make me in to something ... to be worn?" Sarah had not considered that. She had barely digested that fact of what had been done to Jane, and now Veronica was talking of doing something quite like it to her. But she was not too surprised to find that she was intrigued by it.

"That is what I had in mind yes. That is if that’s something you think you would want to do. I would never do it if you.. "

"Yes!” Sarah blurted out almost before she made up her mind. “Yes I think I would like that.”

“I thought you would.” Veronica said with her smile now in full evidence. “I can’t do a first time change out here so let’s go in the back.”

Veronica leads the way in to the back room and shows Sarah where she needs to stand in the vague pattern on the floor.

“For this to work properly there can’t be any foreign objects in the center with you”, Veronica starts to explain to the nervous Sarah.

“Foreign objects? I dont...”

“Your clothes. You need to be naked or the magic might get confused.”

“Oh i see” Sarah answers with a slight blush and starts to undress.

When the last piece of her clothing had been tossed outside of the edge of the magical pattern she asks “So, um, what exactly are you going to turn me into?

“Well, since you are going to be on display in the lingerie part of the store I was thinking of a sexy see through robe. What do you think?”

“Umm… Yes I think Jane would look good in that... The thin material hinting at her lovely plastic…” Sarah trailed off with another blush coloring her face.

“Agreed then” Veronica said. “Let’s do this thing then shall we. Keep your arms and legs inside the the ride at all times.”

And with that Veronica closed her eyes and started to mumble under her breath.

The first thing Sarah noticed was that the pattern in the floor was starting to glow. Just slightly at first but soon it was shining brightly enough that it was lighting up the entire room around her. Only moments after that she could feel her entire body starting to tingle slightly. The sensation giving her goosebumps. And then the transformation started.

She felt as if her toes where sinking into a warm bath. The sensation moving from her toes up her foot. Looking down she saw that her feet had turned snowy white and that the color was following the warming sensation up her ankle.

Suddenly her toes flared out as they flattened out and turned into sheer white fabric that formed what looked like the hem of a robe.

“I...I can’t believe it!” Sarah thought to herself. “I’m actually transforming into cloth. This is so bizarre.”

As the transformation finished changing her feet she expected to lose her balance and fall over. But instead she felt a slight pressure from all sides keeping her upright just as if the magic that was changing her wouldn't let her fall. And as the change crept up her legs she could not help but feeling as if she was melting into a puddle of her self.

As the change reached her knees she started to notice the feeling of pleasure slowly building as more and more of her body was turning into cloth and pooling under her.

“Oh my. This feels incredible! I’ve never felt anything like it. I wonder what I feel like to touch.” Sara thought as the transformation passed her midd thigh. She bent down and let her hand run through the folds of cloth her legs had become. The sensation she felt at the touch almost pushed her over the edge. Unable to stop herself she let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Being more aroused than she could ever remember being before, she brought her other hand to her sex and blatantly started to masturbate. But as the change reached her crotch she felt her soft feminine folds transform from firm flesh to soft yielding fabric and she exploded in the best orgasm of her life.

When she regained her senses the change had passed the middle of her torso and was closing in on her breasts. On an impulse she lifted what was left of her human self of the ground on her hands. The sensation of her cloth moving and swaying under her felt fantastic. As she looked down on herself she saw the change come over her chest and breasts. First turning that snowy white and then what she could only think of as deflate as they joined the rest of her cloth self.

Everything below her shoulders was now transformed. Suddenly she felt the warming sensation envelop her fingers. Setting herself down she brought her hands up in front of her face and saw her fingers turn, first white and then into the in to silky cuffs. The rest of her arms soon followed collapsing into sleeves and then her shoulders followed. And as her head sank away she experienced one of the mind shattering orgasms once more. It felt as if she would have been shaking from pleasure, but she was now nothing more than an inanimate piece of clothing. So how ever much she tried she could not move at all.

Laying in a heap on the floor, still somehow being able to see and hear, Sarah's thoughts where spinning. “She actually did it! She turned me in to a robe. No different than any other piece of clothing in the store. Oh, I did not think of that. What would happen if i ended up on one of the racks and someone picked me up and BOUGHT me? No Owner, I mean Vee would not let that happen. Would she? But she could. Or she could just keep me for herself. Wear me or just hang me in her own closet. But I belong to Owner so that is what I am for. Wait where did that come from. Oh right, I remember Jane telling me how the form you have start to take over your way of thinking. Still feels strange though. And realising that even my mind is turning into that of a piece of clothing is making me feel truly helpless… God help me but i think i like it!”

Sarah’s inner monolog was interrupted when Veronica bent down over the white sheer robe that Sarah had become and picked it up. “You turned out beautifully.”

Sarah felt Veronica's touch on her as an explosion of sensations. The movement of her cloth body, the warmth of Veronica's hands holding her, and even the air moving over her as she was lifted up. And as Veronica held the robe up to herself facing the full length mirror Sarah was in her own private heaven.

“You turned out very nicely indeed” Veronica told the Robe. “I think I’m going to have to try you on before I hang you on the mannequin.”

Sarah’s human mind was sinking away further and further as Veronica put her down to undress.

“Owner is going to put me on? That is what I was made for so why did I think it strange just then. Robe was meant to be worn. It wants to be worn.”

Wearing nothing but her panties Veronica pick Sarah back up and put it on and tied the belt around her waist. The Robe gladly wrapped itself around Veronica’s warm and luscious body. And when she tied the belt it felt like it was embracing her like a lover.

“Damn! You make me look gorgeous. I think I’m going to have to borrow you for a date night with Eric before turning you back.” Veronica muses as she admires how the Robe was showing hardly anything yet hints at everything she had. “But first things first. Let’s get you on that mannequin out there.”

When Owner shrugged Robe off her shoulders it wanted  to cry. It did not want to give up the warmth of her body or its newfound shape. And when it saw Veronica put on another robe it actually felt jealous.

It was carried out to the front of the store and towards a naked display figure. And once there Owner removed it’s arms and draped it over it’s plastic shoulders. After sliding the arms back up it’s sleeves Owner tied its belt around the plastic dummy’s waist and it once more felt the sensation of a loving embrace and taking in its wearers shape.

“Well now aren't you a pretty pair.” Veronica said as she looked at her watch. “Look at the time. You can stand here and do your job by looking pretty, but I need to actually work.”

And with that she left. Leaving a mannequin fulfilling its purpose by modeling cloths, and a piece of clothing doing the same by letting the mannequin display it. A pretty pair indeed.