Wa.. What is that.. It is an alarm, why is an alarm going off! What happened why am I in a survival containment unit. Never mind bigger problem. Life support is zonked. I need to get out of here, fast.
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Jessie was not having a good day. She’d got home from work later than usual last night. Her roommate had not left her any milk for her morning coffee. And put the empty carton back in the fridge! Then she had missed her usual bus and subsequently also the first 15 minutes of her first class, again. And on top of that, the test she thought were on Friday was actually today. Because, well, today was actually Friday. So when she left campus late in the afternoon to head for her evening job, she was not at all surprised by the sudden headache that blossomed behind her eyes, accompanied by a full-body shiver. I was just the icing on the cake at that point.
When she got to work she dug through her bag for some aspirin. Fetched a bottle of water from the break room and went to sit down at her desk. An unassuming IKEA thing made from disintegrating particle board held together by the fake wood plastic layer. On which stood nothing but her work computer. A computer which was at least 10 years old, the day Jessie was born.
She worked at ‘Hess and sons prop emporium’. Who was in the business of renting props and mannequins to smaller businesses and theatre companies that did not have their own. Her job was to inventory their huge warehouse, full of everything from floor lamps to stuffed alligators. Find it, check it against the list on the museum piece on her desk and print out the updated list. Then one of the regular employees would input her updated list into the shiny new modern, non stone tablet compatible, networked computer system during the day. It was a shitty job that paid crap money. But she liked it. It would never make her rich or even well off, but she made enough to live on if she was careful. No one was in a hurry for her to finish so she had plenty of time to study when no one was around. And sometimes even catch up on some sleep.
Something she was seriously considered doing after the day she’d had. She felt really run down. Her headache aside she felt like she was getting sick. She sat at her desk, took off her glasses and buried her face in her hands, waiting for the painkiller to take effect when suddenly her ear started ringing. She poked a finger into it and wiggled it around. Not actually expecting it to help but it was the thing to do. But then the ringing stopped. And then she heard a voice as clear as day.
“Sorry about that.”
Jessie almost jumped out of her skin and managed to fall out of her chair in her effort to turn around to see who had stood behind her and talked straight into her ear. But there was no one there.
Jessie tried to swallow the lump in her throat and called out. “He...Hello! Anyone there?
There was no answer. Until the same voice again said. “Yes but I am afraid that I am... not out there.”
Jessie, who was getting quite scared now, shouted. “Stop doing that! Come out where I can see you”
“I can’t do that I am afraid.” The voice answered apologetically.
“Why the hell not” Jessie screamed now. Her imagination starting to run scenarios through her head. She was in a large warehouse in an industrial part of town. Alone. At night. She thought she had seen something disturbingly similar before the opening credits of CSI episode she had seen a few days ago. That girl had not been as pretty after the credits.
“Because I’m, how do you say it, just a voice in your head.”
“No your not”
“Yes I am”
“No your…” And that is when Jessie realised she sounded like a 4-year-old.
She cursed and then said. “So you are a voice in my head. So I suppose I am crazy now, hu.”
“No, as far as I know, you are perfectly sane.” The voice said calmly. But when it did Jessie was covering her ears with her hands. And she could still hear it perfectly.
“Shit. You are in my head. I Am crazy.”
“No, I told you. You are quite sane. As far as I know. I admit that human psychology was never my best subject. But that much I feel confident of that at least.”
“So if I am not crazy then where did you come from then” Jessie retorted, still holding her ears.
“I am a parasitical interdimensional pure energy being that was part of a research mission to your planet. But our vessel suffered some sort of catastrophic malfunction that forced me to take refuge in an emergency containment unit that ejected from the ship. Unfortunately the unit was damaged during landing and was losing life support. Even though it is highly frowned upon by our people to enter an unwilling host, especially a sentient one, I invaded your body In an attempt to save my own life. I took great care not do you any permanent harm. But I am afraid that I am the source of both the pain in your brain and other feelings of fatigue.”
Towards the end of the explanation, Jessie had let her hands fall to her sides and she was gaping slightly when the voice finished. After almost a minute she finally ordered her thoughts enough to speak.
“Oh, ok then.”
Now it is the voices turn to sound baffled. “What? You actually believe me?”
“Yes, I guess so,” Jessie said but she did not sound entirely sure.
“I got to admit that I rather thought you would need more convincing.” the voice said. It goes quite a few seconds before blurting out. “Ok this is going to bug me, so I got to ask. Why do you believe me”
“To be frank. That explanation was so far fetched and ludicrously unbelievable that I would never have come up with it even if I tried. And if I were crazy you would just be my subconscious mind talking back at me which means you wouldn’t either.”
“Well, that’s logical I guess.”
Jessie righted her chair and sat back down. Feeling almost exhausted she sighs heavily and buries her face back in her hands with a groan.
“You said you were the reason I felt like crap.” She said, the sound barely audible from behind her hands.
“I am afraid so yes.”
“Well, could you stop it, please.” She feels her forehead with the back of her hand. “I think I am running a fever.”
“Yes, you are. You are about 2 degrees above your normal body temperature. Your body is reacting to my presence with an immune response. And on top of that, I am feeding off your, well let's just call it energy, but it is more complicated than that. But I am afraid that I can't just stop. I am trying to hold back but after the crash my reserves are very low and pulling energy from a host is a reflex response. It is kind of like holding one's breath for your spices I believe. And your species don't seem to have the same level of… well, energy flows that the creatures of my home dimension do.”
Jessie groaned again. “Well, what kind of host would I be if I let a guest suffocate on their first visit. So we can't have that.” She chuckled at her own bad joke. “So you can not stop. Is there any other way you have of making it easier on your dinner then? Because this really sucks.”
“I am so sorry. There is something I could do. But you're probably not going to like it.”
“If it is better than this don’t be too sure. What is it.”
“I could shut your body down and take all the energy that would normally be used to run it. That would stop your discomfort as the biological systems causing it would not be active. And I could recuperate and reduce my draw too for me manageable and to you barely noticeable, levels ”
“Shut me down? You mean to kill me?!”
“No no no. Although you would most likely appear that way to your local medical science.”
“For how long?”
“About a, uh… month.”
“A month!” Jessie exclaimed. Which she regretted shortly afterwards since it made her head explode in pain.”
“Oh, sorry I meant a day. I messed up the units. I am not from around here you know.”
“Well, there goes my Saturday I guess. If I have to do this I’d better find someplace to hide. I doubt I would make it home feeling like this, especially if it is getting worse. And if I will appear like dead I would probably end up in the morgue if someone found me.” Jessie said and started to head for the door that connected the office section of the building to the warehouse.
“There is another bit of bad news I am afraid.” the voice said apologetically. “To be able to do this I need to integrate myself further with your brain than I have done so far to keep you from actually dying. And I feel obligated to tell you that would be a major breach of your privacy.”
“You are already bloody living in my body sucking up my energy making me feel like a wrung-out rag. I would say my privacy has already been pretty thoroughly breached.” Jessie said rather heatedly. Feeling something like having the granddaddy of all flues will make anyone a bit snappy.
But the voice stayed almost irritatingly calm “True. But if I do this I will have access to read your thoughts. I won't be able to read you like a book and rifle through our memories or anything. But anything that you actively think, I will know.”
Jessie was moving into the warehouse proper now to hide in one of her secluded sleeping spots. She thought about it for a second before she answered. “If that is the price to pay to stop feeling this bad I’ll guess ill pay it. Go ahead.”
“Thank you. And I am sorry about this you know.”
On the way to the sleeping spot she thought would be the most hidden, they passed the company's main mannequin storage. Jessie had always had a thing for mannequins. The best part of her job here had been cataloguing them. Walking around taking down the inventory numbers. She sometimes just stood among them imagining that she where...
“Hey! What was that?” The voice broke in, derailing her train of thought.
“What was what?” Jessie snapped.
“That thought that you had. What was that?”
“Which one?”
The voice almost sounded exasperated “If I knew I would not have asked.”
“Well sorry if I can’t remember every thought that goes through my head.”
“You were looking to your left when it happened. Look over there again.”
Jessie turned her head back to the left. Looking straight at the rows mannequins.
“There it is,” The voice exclaimed triumphantly. And when it continued she could hear the smile in it. “I think that what I am about to tell you is the first thing I have told you that you will be actually happy to hear.”
“Somehow I doubt it, but let's hear it.”
“There are two things actually. The first is that a being in a heightened emotional state will produce more of the energy I need. And the second is that I am trained in the conversion of some lower level energies.”
“I understood hardly anything of what you just said. What does it all mean for me?”
“The thought I picked up from you was that when you looked at these mannequins just now you liked what you saw. And just after that you imagined yourself standing there as one of them. And that thought triggered a strong spike of emotional activity. In other words, how do you earthlings say it. It made you horny.”
Jessie's face turned red. “Eh, maybe. So what. Everyone has the right to have some unconventional thing that turns them on. And that's an earth rule, OK. No judging.”
“I am not judging. After all, I am a completely different being than you so I don't really know what would be considered unconventional. But my point is that matter is just a different state of energy so my training lets me do things like this. "
Jessie felt a tingling in her left hand, and when she looked down at it did not look right.
"What the…" she said as she lifted it up to her face for a closer look. And then she realised the stowaway in her head had just turned her hand to plastic. And when she touched it with her other hand she could still feel with it. The touch of her real hand felt unnaturally warm on the cooling plastic. She tried to move the plastic digits and they did but very slowly. Pulling up her sleeve to see how far the plastic went she found a seam at her wrist.
"Is this for real? I can actually take my own plastic hand off? Jessie said not quite believing her own senses.
"Yes. And I can do the same to the rest of you too. even make you look just like one of the others. And what is even better is that would free up just as much of the energy I need as shutting your body down would. Actually considering your most likely heightened emotional state, more."
Jessie took hold of her now plastic hand and twisted it. And just as on one of the mannequins it popped off. Leaving her left arm ending in a flat stump with a keyhole looking hole at the end. And she could still feel the detached hand.
"Wow. That feels so strange But … I like it.."
Ever since she'd found a story on the internet of a saleswoman being turned into a mannequin and put on display in the store where she worked Jessie had wished it would happen to her. And just handling her own detached plastic hand was, well, panty dampening.
"Um, you can turn me back afterwards right?"
"Of course! I would not have changed your hand without warning if I couldn't."
"Oh good.”
“So what do you think is this a better option?”
“What letting me live out one of my most sexual fantasies instead of imitating a corpse? Yes I would say so.”
With the new plan decided on Jessie wasted no time. Since all the mannequins wherein storage they were all bare naked plastic, blank-faced and bald. So she started to strip out of her clothes. Her one plastic hand did not make it easy but she managed. Once she was down to her birthday suit and shivering slightly, both from the effects of the alien in her head sucking at her energies and the cool warehouse air, she hid her clothes in a convenient chest of drawers.
Catching sight of herself in a mirror next to it, she could not help but compare her naked self to the perfect plastic mannequins in the background. She was not at all bad looking and she took good care of herself. But while she had close to the same shapely hips she was decidedly light on top in comparison.
“Don’t worry. You will fit right in. Some light reshaping is the easy part compared to turn you into sentient hollow plastic.”
“Right, silly me I guess.”
Hugging herself for warmth she walked over and stood at the end of one of the lines of mannequins.
Swallowing hard she then said, “Ok I’m ready.” And then just like that, she felt herself start to change.
The first thing to happen was that she stopped shivering. She suddenly did not feel cold anymore. Her nipples could probably still cut glass but that had never been just due to the cold.
She then started to feel things move around. It did not hurt quite the opposite actually. She moaned softly as she felt her thighs deflate a little and her hip joint reshape itself leaving her with a thigh gap. She had never been fat, but neither had she had the perfect skinny build of a mannequin. But that seemed like it was only a matter of time since the next thing that happened was that her waist caved in a couple of centimetres. There were a few more small adjustments like that, then a big one as she suddenly felt like she dropped like a decimeter. Funny thing was that her feet where still firmly planted on the floor. Looking around she realized she had just shrunk to match the mannequin next to her petite height. And then her little A-cup sized breasts started to inflate into a perky set of Cs. Not that she could have been able to guess, but she had read the specs of the mannequins around her. And as far as she could tell they were perfect body doubles now.
She looked down at herself hefting her new assets with her plastic hand and feeling her now very moist sex in the widened gap between her legs with the other. She could not help but exclaim “Wow! I’m perfect!”
“Told you that you would fit right in.” The Voice said with a smile in its voice.
“You did. It’s still hard to believe this is actually me” Jessie said as she let her hands keep exploring her new self.
“Ready for the main event?”
“In a sec. I want to wrap my mind around this for a first.”
Jessie kept exploring. The feel of her new body coupled with the feelings of here plastic hand and the transformation soon had her more than a little aroused . One thing led to another and soon she was playing with herself in the middle of the warehouse floor.
When she had finished and was slowly coming down she heard the voice again, startling her and reminding her she was not strictly alone.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“Oh, bloody…. I forgot myself for a minute.” She said as her face once again turned and embarrassed red. “And what do you mean delicious?”
“I told you. Emotional energy. Or I guess in this case sexual energy is what I need.”
“Right.” Then a thought struck Jessie out of nowhere. “Hey I just realized something. If you are an alien or whatever, how do you speak English? You sound like a native.”
“I don't actually. I guess the best way I can describe it is that I feed the raw data of what I want to say through you brain that then interpret it and spit it out as English. So I actually sound like you.”
“Oh, nifty.”
“It is right. Anyway, ready to go all the way? Sorry for pushing. That masturbation session was lovely but I am still ‘hungry’ for lack of a better way to put it.”
“Yes, let’s do it”
And no sooner were the words out of her mouth before Jessie felt her body start to tingle all over and a second later every hair on her body disintegrated supposedly converted to energy. But it left her utterly hairless. Jessie did not spare a thought for hair body hair but felt a pang of regret at the loss of her lovely mane of brown hair.
“Don’t worry,'' the voice said, “I’ll remember it”
And then the tingle started to concentrate in her nipples. Looking down Jessie could see them start to go pale, blending in with the colouration of the rest of her breast. She brought her hand up to touch them and as she did she felt them start to sink down. She pinched one between her thumb and index finger and feeling of it slowly pulled itself out of her grasp and disappear into the breast leaving two smooth half globe of, for now, soft flesh on her chest made her coo in delight.
The sensation then moved down and smoothed out her belly button. Jessie found this a novel feeling but nothing too special.
But next the tingle reached her sex which was a whole other story. Just the feeling of the tingle itself made her draw in an involuntary quick breath. And when she slipped her hand in between her thighs and felt the skin moving under her fingers. Not to mention the sensations from her sex itself when it actually sealed her up and smoothed out the soft folds, leaving just a patch of smooth skin behind. That made her stop breathing altogether and go weak in the knees and almost fall over.
“Ooooh wow!,” Jessie panted afterwards. “Who would've thought losing it felt better than anything I can remember ever doing with it”
“Glad you enjoyed it. It is mostly for my own ends though.”
“I think this is what you would call a win win.”
During their short conversation the tingle had focused in Jessies feet. She looked down and saw her toes merged together into one moulded foot to fit perfectly into a pair of heels.
It then suddenly jumped back up to her face. Another sudden intake of breath where the last breath she took before her nose and mouth sealed over and facial features melted away. She raised her arms up and felt the smooth expanse of skin where her face had been only a moment before. And just like in her crotch there were no indication there had ever been anything there.
She could still see. Actually, she could see better then she had been, which she thought was odd.
“Why? Your eyes weren't perfect, even with the glasses you left at your desk. And I saw no point in replicating that.”
“Oh, you can still hear me,” Jessie thought in her head.
“Of course I can. I had no need for you to speak out loud since just before we abandoned the whole body shutdown idea.”
“Oh, you could have told me that.”
“I just did.”
“Smartass.”
The voice did not answer. Instead she feel the full-body tingle again. And then she felt herself move into a pose like the one the mannequin next to her held. She felt her skin starting to turn to smooth hard plastic and how she was growing lighter as she was hollowing out. And as her skin changed she could feel it grow more sensitive. She started to feel the slight air movements in the big warehouse ceres her almost sensually. She felt the seams separate her now completely hollow plastic body into pieces as she stopped moving completely.
And promptly fell over, her now hollow hard plastic form crashing into the other mannequins next to her. It did not hurt, it actually felt kind of nice in some ways. But Jessie still yelled in surprise in her head.
“Oops.” The voice said. “I forgot you did not have a base to stand on. Sorry”
“It's alright. Somehow hitting the other mannequins felt good. And not all of them are set on their stands so this might actually help sell the idea of me being put here. And I can’t believe that I actually am just a mannequin.”
“Mmm yes. This works great for me as well. I am finally getting enough energy that I can recharge.”
“Just one more thing… Actually first. Do you have a name? I keep thinking it rude to just think of you as the voice in my head.”
“That is fine, but I do have a name. It is Epligo.”
“Ok then, Epligo. Could you change my mental state to?”
“Um. Yes, I can. But you don't have to worry. I have crossed enough lines already and would not do that to you.”
“Not even if I asked nicely?”
“Sorry, what? You actually want me to mess with your mind?”
“Abit. See in my fantasy the person's body gets simplified into a mannequin, and so does their mind. Could you do that? It would make me happy and most likely fairly horny so that should keep the snacks flowing for you, right?”
“I could. But are you sure? I have never heard or read of anyone actually asking to have their mind altered.”
“Oh yes. That is if you can restore it afterwards that is. As awesome being just a mannequin is. It is bound to get boring otherwise.”
“Well if you are sure. Ready?”
“Ready!”
Jessie could feel her intelligence flow away and with it her sense of time. Even most if her sense of self slipped away. What was left was the part of her that found being remade into a simple woman shaped object incredible arousing and always wanted this. And it loved every moment of it.
“Mannequin happy!”
“You humans are Weird!”