It was a slow day. There had not been any customers in the store for two or three hours but Jane was stuck keeping an eye on things anyways.

Well she was supposed to keep her eyes on the store but what actually doing was standing at the counter keeping an eye on the fashion magazine she was flipping through and letting her mind wander.

Mostly it would wandered back to the week before. To when she and Veronica had shown Sarah without a shadow of a doubt that magic was real. Not that she had been that big of a skeptic to begin with. But being transformed into a sexy white robe and put on display on a mannequin that just minutes before had been her friend will convince any one. Not to mention the part where Vee had taken said robe home for sexy time with her boyfriend. Sarah still turned the most exquisite shade of red whenever anyone brought the subject up.

But reminiscing about past glories could only keep her entertained for so it was not long before Jane had enough.

"Boooooring! I bored, he bored, she bored. It bored. Yes it bored! I might as well be a mannequin right now for all the use I am standing around here. That and a mannequin would not mind just standing around neither. Hum, that gives me an idea..."

Jane remembered how she had brought out her mannequin persona before actually transforming into one. It had been just before she had been transformed sure, but why not try to do it now. Having the mindset of a mannequin would be very handy when standing around doing nothing.It would probably even make her like it.

Having made her mind up she started to try to pull her alter ego out. It was always there, way back and under her normal self, she could feel it. It usually just sat there, but once in awhile it did slip her suggestions. Like this morning for instance when she had moved some things around in the window. It had whispered to her that she should stop moving and be on display like a proper mannequin. But she hadn't done it. Not for more than a few seconds any way.

It was a strange sensation. The only way she could describe it to herself was as if she found where the little whispers came from and pulled at it. It was as if pulling on a mental thread. A thread that got thicker and thicker until it was more like a rope.

Jane could feel her human self slowly being suppressed by a mannequin's view on the world. Which meant that soon she no longer minded standing there doing nothing. Although now doing nothing was more like what she was meant to do. Just standing there displaying the clothing she was wearing. But her human mind was still there. Not completely suppressed like Mannequin had been.

After another half hour of happily standing there her feet started to hurt.

"Mannequin's feet should not hurt,”she thought. “We are made for standing around. If only Owner we're here to change this soft body into a proper plastic one."

But Veronica was not around to help her. But the idea stuck and she started to imagine what it would feel like to actually be transforming. She soon thought she could feel the overall tingling and then the caressing feeling enveloping her toes and feet.

Focusing her mind on something seemed to help taking her mind of her aching feet since she could not feel them hurting any more. Encouraged she kept on imagining the caressing change moving on up her legs.

"This is almost as good as the real thing", she thought. "I can even feel the pleasure building."

As the sensations was covering the entirety of her legs she started to doubt that she was imagining anything. It just felt to real. And as she finished that thought the change hit her vagina. And as always she was enveloped in a mind boggling orgasm. And then she knew. She was not imagining anything!

Her mannequin and human mind had up till now been sort of cohabiting in her brain, the mannequin part had slowly been growing stronger. But now the human part started to reassert itself in a bit of a panic.

As Jane's human delf started to resist the change slowed and then stopped. But not before it had passed her hips causing her to lose her balance and thump hollowly against the counter's edge.

"Holy crap!" Jane exclaimed as she simultaneously pulled up her blouse and pulled out the waistband of her pants letting her see both her now sexless plastic crotch and the crack separating her at the widest part of her hips.

"How…? Di... Did I do this? Did I turn myself into a mannequin?"

Instead of trying to guess what was going on she decided to call the one person that might know. She grabbed her phone but then she hit a snag. Being more than just a little bit of a mannequin mentally as well as physically she tried to call 'Owner'. But there was no number for Owner in her phone. After giving herself a mental shake she realised her mistake and looked up Veronicas number.

“Veronica”, she answered after a few rings.

“Hey Vee it’s Jane, I have a problem!”

“Whats wrong? You sound like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“No, no ghost. But I somehow think I have transformed my lower half into a mannequin! So I am feeling a little unsettled”

“You what!”, Veronica exclaimed. “I had no idea that you… That is soo cool!”

“Sorry for not sharing your excitement over me spontaneously turning into plastic. How ever much i enjoy it usually I don’t want it to happen just when ever it feels like it!”

“Oh i doubt it just happened like that. It should be a slow day today so i bet you were standing around being bored and decided to try and shift your mental state, didn't you?”

“I… Well yes, as a matter of fact i did. How did you know?”

“Well you know how when you physical self is given another form the mind soon follows.”

“Ya that’s why I have a mannequin living in the back of my skull to begin with.”

“True. But what you apparently haven't figured out yet is that the opposite is also true. If the practitioner is strong enough or have the Talent she can change her mind and the physical form will follow.”

“So you are saying that I am some sort of super Witch?”

“Nope sorry. I tested you along time ago. You do have the ability to use magic if trained, but not much. To put it simply, if you were an earthbender in Avatar you would barely be able to flick a few grains of sand. But apparently you have the Talent.”

“Oh, ok. I think I understand. But...”

“I’m sorry but I have got to go. I’ll pump some more juice into the stores wards from here so if someone walks in they won’t think twice about anything odd going on even if you were to change right in front of them. Why don’t you experiment a little. If you get stuck I can help you out when I get back in a couple of days. Have fun. Bye!”

“Uh ok. Bye then.”

After that Veronica hung up Jane was still a bit confused. So apparently she had done this to herself. And she now sort of knew how it had happened. But none of this knowledge helped her current situation one bit. She was still stuck standing at the counter with a mannequins  plastic legs and hips.

“It would be nice to keep going and just be a mannequin again”, she thought. And as she did she could feel her mannequin self surge trying to take over. With some effort she pushed it down again. “But I have stuff that I need to do today and mannequins are notoriously unproductive things so nothing would get done”, she then thought chuckling a little at her own lame joke. “I can try and do it again tonight though and spend the night in the window maybe, that's an idea.”

Having decided to try and reverse what she had done, for now. She tried to do the same thing she did when she brought the mannequin out and pulled on the mental thread of her humanity. But she found it hard, really hard. It was as if even though her human self was mostly in control already it felt as if it was somehow slippery. But she closed her eyes and concentrated on it. And after a minute or so she thought she had it.

Just as she thought she could feel her human mind start to push the mannequin further down and the tingling of the transformation started her concentration chattered as she was startled by the sound of the bell on the door. She looked up expecting a customer but was relieved to see Sarah walk through the door.

As she walked up to her she said “Hey you working stiff you”, with a smile on her face.

“Hi! I’m happier to see you then you know, but what are you doing here? I thought you had some important appointment today or something.”

“I did. It just didn’t take as long as I thought it would. And seeing as my mom is still home I did not feel like going there. So I decided to come here instead and keep you company. So what have you been up to today?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I… Actually you probably will. I sort of started to transform myself into a mannequin by mistake.”

“You what!? How did you manage that?”

At that point Jane told Sarah what had happened. Starting with what she then thought was a good way to stave of her boredom all the way up to where she had walked through the door.

"So right now you are a mannequin from the waist down?", Sarah asks.

“Yes”

“Then you really are working stiff aren’t you. No no wait! You are a true ‘hard’ worker”, sarah said laughing.

"Ha...ha… I think I was about to get it to reverse itself just as you got here. But it seems harder somehow. It took all my concentration and the bell startled me out of it."

"Hum. Maybe it's like physics.”

“What now?”

“The transformation have built up momentum in one direction. So to get it to move the opposing way you need to overcome it."

"I don't know about trying to apply rules from physics on magic. But it makes more sense than anything I can think of.”

"But why were you trying to turn back at all? I thought you liked being just a mannequin", Sarah said as she walked around to Jane's side of the counter.

"I do like being a mannequin. But I have stuff to do today."

"What stuff?" Sarah said as she rapped her knuckle on Jane's thigh and was rewarded with a hollow sound.

"Well you know, stuff! Watch the store for one", Jane said in a bit of a huff.

Sarah had gotten an idea in her head and she decided to push Jane a bit to go along with it. She thought she knew her friend well enough she'd would not mind in the end.

"I'm here now so I can babysit the store. And I bet all the other 'stuff' can wait until you turn back"

"Maybe, but... "

Sarah cut her off with "No buts" and stepped up to Jane and grasped her pants and pulled them down. Jane let out a bit of a startled noise that turned into a moan as both her pants and underwear slid down her smooth plastic legs. The fabric moving over her sensitive plastic skin made her feel wonderful, and the mannequin in her mind crept up even more.

“What are you doing!” Jane exclaimed once she had her breath back.

“I’m making the mannequin ready to go in the window of course”, Sarah answered her matter of factually.

“You can't put me in the window. I'm not supposed to be… Oooooh” she cut of as Sarah place her hand on her smooth and sexless crotch.

“This certainly feels like a mannequin to me”, Sarah said as she let her hands wander over Jane’s hard plastic hips and thighs.

Inside Jane’s mind there was a mental tug of war going on between her two selves. “Yes, mannequins belong in the window”, the mannequin thought as it gained ground. “No I don’t,” her human part thought, trying to hold on but slowly starting to seem less important.

The pleasure she felt at Sarah’s touch together with her internal arguing distracted her so much she didn’t noticed how Sarah removed her blouse and then her bra leaving her fully naked. But when she did realise it sparked a new round of arguments.

“I'm naked! I'm standing in full view in the middle of the store without a stitch on. This is not ok”, the human thought and she brought her arms up to cover herself. But the mannequin saw nothing wrong with it. “No cloths? No matter”, it thought. “Sometimes mannequins displays cloths and sometimes only themselves.“

Through all this the transformation had kept moving. But the continual struggle between her two halfs made it move at a snail's pace. So when Sarah had finished undressing her reluctant mannequin she could see that everything from just below her breasts were hard smooth plastic and everything above that was still flesh and blood. And that it was leaning somewhat precariously against the edge of the counter.

“That won’t do”, she said. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to fetch a stand. Can’t have a mannequin in the window that has to lean against the glass to stand up.”

“No… Not going in the window… turning back”, Jane mumbled in response.

“Why?” Sarah teased. “We both know you enjoy being a mannequin. Don’t you want to be mine for a while?”

Those words struck something at the core of both parts of Jane and for the first time they both thought in unison . “Her mannequin? She is not just playin around, is she? No she… She want’s to Own me!” She could remember the other times she had been transformed around Sarah. Letting one hand move over her hard plastic abdomen and the other play with her still soft breast she remembered the very first time it had happened. It had been on Sarah’s very first day in the store, before she had known that the store’s only mannequin was more than just a normal display dummy. The way she had gone about dressing it that day was one of the best things that had happened to her, ever.

By the time Sarah had returned with the stand and placed it in the window Jane had made up her mind. She would stop resisting and give herself over to her new Owner.

Coming back Sarah could see that the transformation seemed to have speed up a bit. It unnerved her a little and she decided she should give har friend an out.

“All playing around aside. If you really don't want to be a mannequin ask me nicely and I will stop treating you as one.”

“No, you right I do want to be a mannequin. I want to be nothing but your mannequin. Treat me just like any other thing.” here she stopped for a second and let her smile widen before she finished with, “Owner.”

That was a bit of a surprise to Sarah. Yes she had pushed or tricked Jane to keep changing. But she thought she would just be the store’s mannequin. Veronica was who she called owner after all. She had not expected her friend to give herself to her like this. She was giving up her humanity to become nothing more than an object for her. It was kind of a power trip. And she liked it.

“Well then. I better get this mannequin in the window”, Sarah said jumping back into her window dresser persona.

She lifted the mostly transformed Jane under the arms to carry her over to the stand. She did not weigh much now being mostly hollowed out plastic so Sarah had no trouble carrying her in one piece. But her inflexible feet did manage to snag on her underwear on the way but they soon fell off.

But what was a simple thing for Sara was something a bit more of a jarring experience for Jane being picked up just like that. And with her still human inner ears her stomach would have made a backflip, if she still had one. She was picked up facing Sarah so she grabbed hold of her shoulders in surprise, a very human thing to do. As she realized she let her arms fall to her sides with a smile for Sarah and an extra mental tug on her mental mannequin cord. Being carried about is a normal thing for mannequins after all. So by the time Sarah lowered her on to the stand the Mannequin was in charge in Jane’s head. So the wonderful orgasm she fell when being mounted on the stand barely made her twitch.

When they recovered all the Mannequin were feeling was contentment. It was  stood in the window once again, about to fulfill its purpose. The by now quite small human mind on the other hand  released some thing else. “I am standing in the window stark naked and I still have my human breasts!”. But shortly after she covered herself up with her hands and her face flushed a bright red it did not matter any more. She felt the softness under her hands change to the same hard unyielding plastic as most of her was. As her last human act she turned her head towards Sarah as the change accelerated to the end. She managed to give  her a smile and a wink before her neck straightened on its own accord and her face froze in place.

Where Sarah’s friend had stood moments before there was only a plastic mannequin that looked more than a bit like her. Not only that she realized. It was her mannequin. Watching Jane’s transformation and the way she had given her inanimate self to her had gotten her really excited. Hell who was she kidding, not exited just good old horny. And she needed to scratch that itch bad.

That’s when she remembered a story Jane had told her once about what Veronica had done the second time she had made her a mannequin.

“Well, she did  tell me that I should treat her as any old thing didn’t she”,she said with a mischievous grin spreading on her face. “And a sextoy is a thing”.

With a few quick steps she is at the door turning the lock. After locking it she flip the sign to closed and hang up the ‘Back in 15’ sign. A few more quick steps and she is back and removes one of the mannequins plastic arms before she is off again heading for the back room. As she walked off she started talking as if to herself.

“Objects don’t need a place to live do they, so i guess that means that  the apartment up stairs is up for grabs now. I’ve been looking for a place so i can get out from under my mother's thumb. And I’m sure Vee will rent it to me. I think I’m gonna go up and try out my new bed right now.”

As Sarah passed out of earshot the human part of the newly minted mannequin standing silently in the window was stunned. Sarah rely knew how to make someone feel like a true object. Not only had she tricked her to finish up her physical transformation and taken possession of her. Now she was taking possession of what used to be hers to. And she was utterly helpless to do anything about it. And as her human mind tucked itself away safe and sound underneath the Mannequin she could not help but to think.

“My Owner is… Awesome!”