"I swear, I would lose my head if it wasn't firmly attached", Jane mumbled to herself as she unlocked the door and stepped into the dimly lit room beyond. The room was the back room of the clothing store where she worked. She had left for home just 10 minutes earlier. But in her haste to be free she had forgotten her phone. Again.

Just wanting to go home she hurriedly wandered in without turning on the overhead lights. And after about five steps her mind is aflame with the sudden debilitating pain in her foot. For a fraction of a second, she thinks she lost her leg, but no. She had stubbed her toe on something in the dark.

"Damn it!" she forces out past clenched teeth. 

She limps back to the door to turn on the lights. And when the fluorescent lights flicker on she sees what the offending object is. A mannequin stand.

Jane would normally not be surprised to see such a thing in the room. It was the back room of a clothing store after all. But this did not look like any of the mass-produced simple stands they usually used. No, this one looked more like an antique. The stainless steel pole looked ordinary enough. But the base looked like it was made from cast bronze and was heavily decorated with what looked like vines in some kind of strange pattern.

"Who the hell put this in the middle of the floor? Someone could, no, someone did hurt themselves", Jane grumbled and grabbed the rod to pull it out of the middle of the floor. But just as she touched it she got hit by a static shock and pull back.

"Ouch, so that's how it is, huh? Crippling me didn't work so now you trying to shock me to death? Well, you aren't getting me that easy." So with a series of half mumbled and half-uttered curses, she grabs hold of the rod again. This time with no noticeable consequence and pulled it over to the wall where it is out of the way. And then go to fetch her phone from her locker.

When she returned, phone in hand, she gives the strange stand a last look. And that is when the thought struck her as sudden as lightning out of a clear sky. What would it be like to be mounted on that stand, just like a mannequin would?

It was so sudden a thought that she actually shook her head as to physically shake the thought out of her head. But it wouldn’t budge. If she were to be honest with herself, it was not the first such thought she'd had. Working as she did with the stores' mannequins often enough, she sometimes daydreamed about what it would be like to be one. Just standing around all day with nothing to do but show off fashion. Not having to decide what to wear. Being unable to move by yourself and people unapologetically picking you up and moving you around or just checking you out. But none of those thoughts, or other similar ones, had ever hit her as this one had.

But no matter how unnatural it was she could not shake it. And it was after closing with no one around so who'd know, right? So she decided to go for it. She walked back over to the stand and pulled it from the wall to give her self some room. She gave it a quick inspection and found no sharp edges and it looked clean enough.

She was wearing a skirt, if she hadn't she probably would have written the whole thing off as a bad idea. But now she reached up underneath the skirt and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Then she hiked up her skirt and with a, "Here we go", she lowered herself down on the cold metal rod.

It was not what she had expected. Not that she actually knew what to expect, but this was definitely not it. The pole was not very 'filling', but it felt good anyway. Better than it should actually. She rocked her hips a little and it felt even better. Soon she was breathing hard and had the skirt all the way up with one hand and the other one down rubbing her clit. And soon, or not soon enough, she could not quite decide, she came and came hard. During the afterglow, she just stood there. Her breathing and beating heart slowing, having let go of her skirt she stood with hands at her sides and staring off into space.

Suddenly she shook herself out of, whatever it was. How long had she stood there? A minute, 10 minutes, more? Being suddenly overwhelmed by a burning feeling of embarrassment she dismounted the stand as quickly as she could. Seeing the evidence of her pleasure glistening on the pole, she ran to the break room for some paper towels. She wiped off the evidence and hurried out the door to her car. She was in such a hurry that not until she’d gotten halfway home did she realized she had left her panties on the floor by the stand. Cursing she turned the car around for the second time that day.

***

The following week passed like any other. Apart for every now and then when she had reason to go into the back and she caught herself looking at the stand. And every time she did she remembered how good it had been and had an urge to go over there and mount herself on it again. It was not like the first time the idea had slammed into her brain, but it still took effort not to go over there. And it was getting harder.

But then came the point when she couldn’t resist anymore. It was a Friday night and it was Janes turn to close the store and lock up. She was on her way out the door. She even had her hand on the lock and the door slightly open. But then turned around looking back to make sure she had not forgotten anything. And that was when she found herself looking straight at the stand. 

“I really shouldn't,” she thought.

After standing there for a minute, arguing with herself, she gave in and pulled the door back shut and locked it. Then she walked over to where the stand stood. Looking around she realises that even if it was standing sort of in the corner of the room, it was still a rather exposed spot to be masturbating in. That did not bother her last time, but at the thought, she feels her face grow warm from a blush.

“This won’t do”, she says to herself and picks the stand up. She knew a spot that was a bit more secluded. So she picked it up and carries it into the back of the room. Far from any doors, in behind the shelf with the Christmas decorations.

Feeling a little more hidden she couldn’t resist any longer. She has grown so horny she could hardly believe it. Unlike last time she had to get out of the tight jeans she’d decided to wear that morning. But she kicked off her shoes and soon had them off, her panties sliding down with them. And she practically leapt up on to the pole. And she was not disappointed.

It was even more intense than the first time. She rocked her hips just like before and even went up on tiptoe and down a few times. The pleasure built so fast it almost took her breath away. She saw no reason to help it along with her hands this time but instead grabs the shelves on either side to help with her balance. And then she reaches her climax. 

It hit so hard it made her shake so violently that a couple of red Christmas baubles fell off one of the shelves and smashed next to her feet. But she didn’t notice. Her mind was on cloud 9 deaf and blind to the world around her. And just like last time as her body came down from the fabulous orgasm. Her heart and breathing slowed and muscles relaxed. Well mostly relaxed. She seems to hold a bit of a pose. But she still just stood there looking out into space. Nothing really going on in her mind, feeling content.

Almost 3 hours later she jerked back to full wakefulness. “Shit, what am I doing. I need to get out of here before someone finds me like this.”

She gets her self of the pole, which seemed harder to do this time. Almost as if it has grown thicker, by quite a bit. But when she looked at it it looks just like it always has. She quickly shimmies into her jeans and starts to walk to the door. She only got a few steps though before she burst out “Dame it! What the hell is wrong with me!” and turn back. Back at the stand she bends down and grabs the panties she had left on the floor, again. 

***

The next morning Jane woke up the same way she did most weekends. By the screams of the girl in the apartment next door.

She kept playing some game. A game that Jane thought, not for the first time, could not be that good considering how much screaming it generated. But being awake she decided she might as well just start her day.

Rolling out of bed zombie walked into the bathroom and started the shower running. But while she was waiting for the water to heat up, she looked into the mirror above the sink. It was just a casual glance at first but then she noticed something. Ever since she was 7 she’d had a scar under her left eye from an unfortunate run-in with a tree branch. But now it was...gone. Suddenly wide awake she took off all her clothes until she stood naked in front of the mirror looking over the rest of her body to see if anything else has happened. And it had.

The scar under her belly button from har appendectomy was also gone and so was the mole on her left breast. And even though she had not shaved for a week there was not even a hint of stubble on her legs. Even her pubic hair looked as if it was thinning out.

“What the hell is going on? I have not done anything different... “ And then it hit her. “It must be the stand. It must be enchanted with a beauty spell or something, I remember reading an article about those.

Feeling that she had solved the mystery Jane got into the shower. But while she stood there, letting the warm water run over her she had another thought.

“But why would anyone put a beautification spell on a mannequin stand of all things?” She started to get a bit worried about that. But then her worry suddenly dissolved. “Oh well, people do the strangest things for the strangest reasons some times.”

She kept herself busy the rest of the day with a combination of housework and catching up on some Netflix shows. When she realised that her friend Kat should have finished her shift at the store she took her phone out to send her a text to see If she wanted to do something. But halfway through typing the text a completely different idea formed in her head.

Kat was the one to closing up the store. So there was no one there to catch her if she were to go down there and get on the stand again. And as soon as the thought had hit her brain she wanted to do just that, her whole body wanted to do it. Needing to do it. Just thinking about it made her nipples go stiff and feeling herself almost dampen her panties. So instead of finishing the text she put away her phone and grabbed her car keys.

When she got there she decided not to park her car in her usual spot. Just on the of chance that someone would show up. Because if someone did show up and her car was where someone that would recognise it could find it they might look for her. Or worse maybe find her, even behind the boxes of Christmas ornaments.

She went inside, locked the door behind her and went straight for where she had stashed the stand. But it wasn’t there, and her heart fell.

“Damnit, where is it”, she almost whined. 

She started sershing for it. She looked all over the storeroom but she couldn’t find it. And while she was looking the horny feeling which had driven her to come here where growing stronger.It was starting to feel more like something she had not felt since she quit smoking. Only the feeling where much more powerful than any nicotine withdrawal. She realized that this could not be natural and that it must be part of the spell someone had put on the stand. She was going to have to talk to someone about this, but not right now. Right now she needed to find her stand, and impale herself on it. More rational thoughts would have to wait.

Expanding her search she finally found it out in the store proper. It was standing in the back with one of the stores white and faceless mannequins dressed in a lovely panty and bra set held on it. Not that Jane cared what it was wearing when she hoisted it off the stand and let it clatter to the floor. And then grabbed the stand with the intention of taking it back to her hiding spot behind the shelves. But she could not move it. It was not that it was stuck or anything. It had moved a bit when she lifted the mannequin off . She tried several times but she just could not make herself pick it up.

“Come on you stupid thing. I can't fuck myself out here, someone might see!” 

She tries a few more times but the stand just wouldn’t let her move it and she gives up. 

“Fine, you damned thing, have it your way!”

Her face turned red with embarrassment as she lifted up her dress and shimmied out of her panties. And while she did it she looked towards the large shop windows at the other end of the room. At least they hadn’t used the stand as part of the window display. But someone could still see her if they looked past the two mannequins and other window dressing that were there.

But aching for release she held her dress up, got up on her tiptoes and lowered herself down on to the stand. Just like the day before it felt larger than it looked, but she was so wet with anticipation that it slipped in without difficulty. And as soon as she did any thought of embarrassment fled from her mind.

Just like before the pleasure it gave her was fantastic, for a few seconds. It still felt amazing but her clothes started to feel wrong somehow. As if she shouldn’t have put them on at all. So without really thinking about what she was doing, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, and her bra landed on top of it a few moments later. And as soon as that last scrap of clothing had left her hand everything felt right again. 

She moved her hips in ways that would make Shakira jealous and her hands squeezed and pinched her newly freed breasts and nipples. And it was not long until she came. The orgasm that hit her was amazing, absolutely amazing. It made almost every muscle in her body twitch for a long time. Yet somehow she stayed on her feet.

Like before when it subsided she felt more and more relaxed in both body and mind. She just stood there, not caring that she was standing stark naked in the store and anyone passing on the street outside could look in and see her. And neither did she realize that she was holding the exact same pose as the mannequin whose place she usurped.

She stood there for a long time, but she did not really notice. But on some level, she did feel things happening to her body. Her skin felt tingly and there was a tightening feeling on her chest. And most notably it felt as if the pole of the stand had grown even larger until it filled her completely.

She stood there until the morning sunlight that shone through the windows snapped her out of it and made her realise she had been standing there all night. 

“Shit, shit, what the fuck am I doing.” She hissed to herself as she tried and after some work managed to dislodge herself from the stand. She bent down and scooped her clothes up off the floor and then raced back towards the shelter of the storeroom. Once safe from prying eyes she relaxed a bit. But as she brought her hand up to brush away a strand of stray hair away from her face and saw her own hand up close she froze in shock. And then she raced to the closest mirror.

What she saw in the mirror she could at first not believe was her. Her skin had grown pale. She had never had a particularly dark complexion, but now she looked like she might get a sunburn during a full moon. And it was absolutely flawless. Not a freckle in sight. It was so perfect she almost looked like a porcelain doll. An impression strengthened by the fact that she now had ghost nipples. Her areola and nipple having almost the same pale colouration as the rest of her breasts. Breasts which by the way seemed to have heard of gravity but dismissed it as a bad idea.

“Wha… What did that stand do to me,” she stammered to herself as she let her hands move over her new skin while her eyes stayed locked on the unfamiliar sight in the mirror.

Then as her eyes move down she saw her new crotch. Completely bare with not even a hint of hair or even stubble. She put a trembling hand between her legs where she normally would expect to feel her labia and vagina but now can’t feel anything. Just smooth unbroken skin, the only exception a perfectly round hole just the right size for the stand to slot into.

She finally tore her eyes away from the mirror when she could hear the outside door being unlocked and opened and the sound of someone's footsteps entering accompanied by a  jingle of keys.

To be continued...