“Mmm, mannequin happy plastic. Love being plastiiiiiic… Daaaang that was weird. Loved it but still weird,” Jessie thought as she could use the rest of her mind again. She had spent the last 24 hours as a plastic mannequin. In body as well as in mind. At least that was how long it was supposed to be.

“Welcome back to the world of the coherently thinking,” the voice in her head, also known as Epligo, said happily.

“Thanks. How long was I blissed out?”

“Oh, about 23,953 local hours,” Epligo answered cheerfully.

“Ok then. Just saying a day would have worked too. You sound a lot happier than before.”

“Oh yes! I must say that properly prepared you are a marvellous source of energy. When you had me reduce your mind like that it increased your surplus energy by almost 75%! In fact, I am writing a paper on it.”

“Lovely. Remind me to add that to my CV later. ‘Excellent human battery.’ If only the Wachowski sister knew.”

“Woooh that made all kinds of weird images pop into your head. What’s that about?”

“Never mind, I’ll watch The Matrix tonight and you can see for yourself.”

As far as Jessie herself, or anyone else could tell, she was still just an inanimate plastic mannequin. But despite that, she tried to reacquaint herself with her surroundings. And realised she was no longer in the spot where she had been transformed. Instead of the mannequin storage area she was in a smaller space with several large cargo doors. She almost panicked for a second before recognising where she was. This was in the shipping and receiving area. The part of the warehouse where they brought together outbound shipments. She had been selected to be sent out to a customer.

The memory was a little bit hazy but when she had realized this she could remember how she had been carried there. Which had felt oh so good. The hot human hands of one of the warehouse workers on her plastic waist, the movement of the air as she was carried. If the spot where her sex usually where had not been smooth unbroken plastic she would probably have left a drip trail all the way back to mannequin storage. She filed those memories away for further masturbation… Ehum... Contemplation later.  

Jessie sighed regretfully. Or she would have if could. “I would love to ask you to turn me back into that happy simple-minded mannequin again and wait until I was sent out and see where I ended up. But I have already lost a day I didn’t really have to spare. So could you change me back now?”

“Will do” 

And with that Jessie felt the now familiar tingle as the seems on her limbs disappeared merging her into one piece again. She could feel it starting to spread out all over. She guessed to fill in her hollow form returning her normal mass and then her human skin. But she had an idea.

“Hey, Epligo, hold up. You know what.”

“What?”

“Could you leave me hollow plastic like this but let me be able to move around like normal?”

“Hum, with a few tweaks, yea.”

“Could you please do it. That way I get to enjoy being a mannequin a bit longer.”

“It will cost me some energy to animate you like that. But since you are not using any for biological functions I think it might almost even out. And I have the feeling that it would not be very hard to talk you into a recharge either.”

“Not very, no. Once I get home and get some reading done for school we could definitely arrange something.”

“Thought so. Now that should do it. Try moving”

Jessie tried, and it worked. Her movements were clumsy at first but that did not last long. Soon she could move like normal. Not that it was very normal for a blank-faced and featureless hollow plastic mannequin moving of its own volition, but she ignored that.And that she was still very much just hollow plastic was obvious. Mostly because she felt so light, and since every step she took made a hollow sound that reverberated through her.

But she only took a few steps once she could move properly before she stopped again. She held up her hands in front of her blank face to give them a closer look. They did not look quite like her left hand had when Epligo first turned it to plastic. Then it had looked like a perfect replica of her normal hand that just happened to be rendered in plastic. Her hands now looked different. Less defined. Generic.

She let them move down on to, to her still surprisingly large breasts. Her rigid plastic fingers skittering over the hard, smooth and surprisingly sensitive surface of the twin plastic orbs. The sensation made her moan in her mind. But outwardly she made no sound, apart from the skittering sound of plastic sliding over plastic. It was the only sound she could make.

She let one hand slide down from her breasts and down across her perfectly toned looking stomach. Continuing downward to slip in between her thighs to where she would expect her finger to be able to slip into a warm and by now quite slippery opening. But was met by another unbroken expanse of hard smooth plastic. She let her fingers tap at the empty spot where her clit used to be. Since that spot seemed to be just a little bit more sensitive than the rest of her. Her hand still on her breast tried reflexively grab a handful but her plastic fingers only slipped on the rigid orb.

“Hnn, fuck this feels soooo good,” Jessie thought as she felt the pleasure building and then finely exploded in orgasmic bliss.

When she came her plastic body stopped moving, her mind preoccupied. Luckily she was standing next to a bookcase that was part of the same outbound shipment she was. So she ended up leaning against that instead of clattering to the floor.

If anyone would have looked in on to the scene they would have been treated to one of the most erotic mannequin poses ever. Its left hand buried between its legs, locked in by almost crossed thighs. It's right cradling and curling around one breast. And it's blank head thrown back in ecstasy. She stayed frozen like that until her mind came back down. 

“Daaaame, I wanted to do something like that for hours. Being plastic feels so good. But I have to stop. Stuff to do.”

And with that she made herself push from the bookcase and started to walk back to where she had hidden her clothes. All the way both hearing and feeling the sound her hollow body made with every step. And still absentmindedly drawing little circles with the fingers of one hand on her chest. And enjoying every second.

Back at the chest of drawers where she had staches her clothes she stopped to admire her shiny plastic self in the mirror next to it. Seeing the rows of mannequins in the background enjoying being one of them. She stood there for only a minute. Well, maybe two tops. Before she slid the drawer out and started dressing. 

That she found easier thought than done since it proved to be an experience in itself. Sliding panties up her slick plastic legs and snug them up against her crotch made her coo in delight. And she had much the same experience with her jeans. But once she had them on she realised that they did not fit. They were to lose in the waist and too long in the legs.

“Oh right, I am petite mannequin sized. I can’t believe I forgot that. And I can’t afford all new clothes. So, hey Epligo you there?”

“Yup. Still here.”

“Could you maybe just give me my original high back? I think I would like to keep the other tweaks you did if you don’t mind,” she said while looking down at her plastic C cup tits.

“Hehe, sure”

And then Jessie felt herself shoot up in height. Her pants were now the right length. They were still loose in the waist, but that’s what belts are for. Next, she picked up her bra and did not really have to look at it to know that was a lost cause. There was not a chance that would fit her new enhanced chest. Realistically she knew that she would have to ask Epligo to reduce her chest to something closer to its original size at some point. It was either that or try to convince her pre-med roommate that she’d had a one-day perfect boob job done without any insitions at all.

But that was a later problem. For now, she was going braless. At least the loose shirt she had worn still fit,  if just not quite as loosely. And the soft fabric moving over her plastic breasts was not... overly distracting. And after slipping on her socks and shoe she headed for the office.

She found the rest of her things at her desk. Someone had moved her bag from the floor to get it out of the way, but that was it. She unzipped it and dug out her phone. The notifications showed her several missed calls and texts. She looked at it but for some reason, it did not unlock. 

She brought one hand to her face in confusion and felt the smooth curved plastic of her blank head and thought. "Oh duh, face unlocking won’t work if I have no face."

And her equally plastic fingers did not have fingerprints either so she tapped in her lock code. Her fingers working poorly on the touchscreen but she managed. 

Most of the calls were from her boss being concerned after finding her bag and glasses at her desk but she not being there. 

"Heh, you didn’t look in the right place is all. I have been here the entire time," she mused as she wrote a quick calming text letting him know she was all right. 

Most of the texts were from her roommate asking where she was. The last one from 3.00 am asking, "Did you get laid or something?" 

"No, way better than that," she thought. 

Feeling she had reconnected enough with the world for now she put the phone back in her bag. And reached down and picked her glasses off the desk. She tried to put them on but when she let go they fell off her face. 

"Gha, dang it. I forgot again. No ears to hook them behind and no nose to rest them on. But I guess it's time. Epligo, would you make me human again, please. Plenty of freaks ride the bus but an animated mannequin would probably even freak the freaks out." 

Epligo did not answer but she felt herself starting to change. It started with she feeling herself growing heavier and no longer being just a hollow shell. And then she started to soften as her lovely hard plastic gave way to soft human skin. Next the feeling concentrated in the front part of her still blank head, and as she touched it with her hand she could feel her mouth and nose form under her fingers. And soon she took her first breath that a day. And then forced it out in a massive sneeze.

"Goodness, that tickled my nose something fierce." 

"Sorry about that," Epligo said. "I might have made it a bit too fast." 

"Oh, no worries," Jessie said as she tried her glasses again. This time they settled on her face like they should. Only the world went blurry when she did. 

"What the…" she started but Epligo explained before she got any further. 

"I did not see the point to restore your eyes with flawed optics so I corrected them." 

"You fixed my eyes!?" 

“Yes. I also took the liberty of not recreating the tumour that had started to grow on your left ovary. Should I not have done those things?”

“I...I had cancer!?” Jessie said stunned. “No. Is all good. And thank you.”

“Hey I live here too now, so got to take care of the place.”

“Ha! True I guess. But still, thank you I had no idea.”

As they were talking. Jessies hair had grown back just as long and full as before. Leaving her looking as she had when coming in to work the night before. Well apart of may be a bit skinnier and quite a bit bustier. But at least it looked as if she had all her normal bits and should not draw any unusual attention on the walk or bus ride home. So she put her now unneeded glasses in her bag, swung it over her shoulder and walked out the door.

Walking down the street to the bus stop she was rather distracted by the way her new breasts were jiggling slightly with every step. And, she noticed, others were paying attention to them as well. Especially the guy standing next to her at the bus stop. It seemed that whenever he thought Jessie wasn’t aware of him looking his eyes were glued to her chest.

Slightly embarrassed Jessie crossed her arms below breasts and though, “Maybe going out without a bra for these puppies was not such a good idea.”

“Do you want me to give you your original-sized ones back?” Epligo asked

“NO!” Jessie thought loudly, which until that moment she did not know was a thing. “I mean, no thank you. I’ll have to lose them eventually when I get home. But we can't do it with that guy watching. That would raise some very strange questions.

“Yes, you may have a point. But maybe we could reduce some of the eye-catching movement”, Epligo said thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?”

And once again instead of an answer, she felt the tale tail sensation of the transformative tingle envelop her chest for a moment and then go away. 

“What did you do?” she thought and moved the hand furthest away from the guy looking at her up to poke one breast. And under her shirt she could feel a hard smoot orb. Epligo had turned the skin of her chest into plastic again.

“That should do it don't you think,” Epligo said with an obvious smile in its voice.

She couldn't stop herself from giggling a little out loud which made the guy flick his eyes up from her chest for a second, before thinking, “Yes, I believe that will do it.”

***

The rest of the ride home was uneventful. Apart from Jessie trying to stop herself playing with here once again plastic chest. Which she managed, mostly. But too soon she was standing outside her apartment door. With a sad face, she cupped her rigid breasts as she said. “Ok Epligo, these lovelies have to go away now or I have to somehow ‘splaining to do’ to my roommate. And I can’t come up with any thing that doesn’t involve either aliens, magic or a transporter malfunction.”

She felt the expected tingle start and she could feel the mounds under her shirt dwindle until all that was left was her normal mosquito bites.

She sighed and said “I miss them already,” and then unlocked the door and walked in. 

Once inside she called out. “I’m baaaack, Emily you here!”

A  few moments later she heard her roommate Emily call back from inside the apartment, ”Hey you're alive!”

“We have been through this. Just because I don't answer your text doesn't mean that I’m dead, just  that I’m just ignoring you.”

Suddenly, Emily's head popped out from the door to her room into the short hall.”But was I right though?”

“Right about what.” Jessie asked feigning ignorance.

“In my last text. Did you get laid last night or what?”

“Maaaybe.”

“Oooo. Come on I need details! Spill!” Emily almost squealed in an excited voice, rushing out to stand with Jessie in the hall. 

Jessie held up her hands and just said, “Hey, you know me, I don't kiss and tell.” And in her own head she silently added, “And it is not like you would believe me if I told you what I actually did the last 24 hours.”

“Aaaw.” Emily said with an exaggerated disappointed pout to her mouth. “Spoil sport. Anyway, I was just about to fix some dinner. Want some?”

At the mention of food Jessie's stomach rumbled loudly. “Yes please.”

“Haha, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Thanks, I got some school work I need to do that I neglected on my wild night out,” Jessie said as she headed for her room. 

And before the door was fully closed behind her Epligo piped up. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Shoot,” Jessie told them as she moved over to her desk and pulled her laptop out of her bag.

“Why did you have images in your head of kissing and ripping the cloths of your roommate just now.”

Jessie stopped in her tracks, Blushing furiously and cleared her throat before speaking. “Ehrum. I might have a thing for her.”

“I’m new to this whole English thing, But I don’t think the word ‘might’ fits here.”

Jessie sat herself down heavily in her desk chair. “Ok fine, I do have a thing for Emily. But I'm trying not to, ok.”

“Why?”

“Because she is my roommate and doesn't like girls. At least not in the kissing and clothes ripping kind of way. I don't really want to think about it so can we drop it, please.”

***

The rest of the night was mostly uneventful. Jessie took a break from schoolwork to eat with Emily. Did some perfectly predictable bickering over the dishes afterwards. Jessie won on account of the empty milk carton left in the fridge the day before. Then back to her room. Did some more her school work and reading.

Later in the night before she was about to watch The Matrix with Epligo like she promised earlier,  she needed the bathroom. But after she’d sat down and relaxed like one usually would, nothing happened. Confused she reached down between her legs with one hand. And she could not help but chuckle at the feel of the smooth skin of her apparently sexless crotch that she found.

“Hey, Epligo.”

“Yes?”

“You missed something when you turned me back to human earlier.”

“I did? What did I miss?”

“Well, I can't pee because something is missing.”

“Oh, oops, sorry.”

“It’s ok, really. But I really need to go so could you…”

Jessie felt the transformative tingle as her private parts reformed. Once it stopped she did a quick poking around to make sure everything appears to be back. Did the needful and left the bathroom. She changed out of her jeans and shirt and into her PJs before settle herself down in the armchair she had in front of her big screen and started to look for the movie on her streaming service. But as she did she had a though.

“Do you mind it if I ask you to change things about me?” She asked Epligo thoughtfully.

“No. It does take a bit of energy to do, but not too much. And it is the least I can do since you let me keep squatting in your body.”

“I would not call it squatting. Apart from your arrival, you have been the perfect house, or body guest I guess. You even helped me remodel a bit. Speaking of which,” She said looking down at her almost flat chest. “Would you mind giving me the mannequin sized breasts back for the night?”

“All you have to do is ask. Remember, when you are feeling good it’s good for me too. Or as you put it before, it makes you a better battery.”

As Epligo spoke Jessie felt the tingle and then her breast started to grow. The sensation made her moan softly and she bit her lower lip. She had her hands on them a second later and gave them a squeeze as they reached the right size and stopped growing.

“Mmm, I need to come up with a plausible explanation that will let me keep these puppies,” she sighed. “Maybe Emily would believe that one of those miracle pills from a spam email actually delivered?.”

Jessie settled in to watch the movie. It was one of her all-time favourites. But it did not seem to be able to hold her attention this time. She tended more to daydreaming of being a mannequin and playing with her new breasts, which quite naturally lead to her feeling more and more horny. And soon one hand started moving south and sneaking in under the waistband of her panties. Leaving Neo’s adventures all but forgotten.

She started to gently rub at her sex and kept up playing with her breast, giving her nipple a bit of a pinch. She slipped a finger inside and started moving a little faster, a little harder. 

She found herself imagining the soft breasts under her hand turning into the hard smoot plastic mound it had been a few hours ago, and she got even hornier.

She might have heard a “Humm” at some point, but she was not in a state of mind to care. But something she did care about though was when her fantasies actually started to come true. Her hand squeezing her breast suddenly started to encounter more resistance. Soon she could hardly deform it at all. What had began as a soft orb of flesh turned more and more rigid pushing back her fingers until she felt the texture of her skin change, and then it was just a smooth unmovable plastic mound. The nipple a little hard plastic nub that smoothed away under her fingers soon after.

Reaching over to the other side of her chest she found that her other breast was just seconds behind the first and she could feel it harden as soon as her fingers touched it.

“Mmm, keep going!” she moaned rubbing her hands over the pair of now very sensitive hard plastic mounds on her chest.

She felt the change spread out in all directions. But the part she focused on was the one moving downwards over her abdomen Following the same path south her hand had travelled earlier. All the way down and into her panties. And she could feel how her sex started to smooth away under her furiously rubbing fingers. First, the pair of slick fingers were pushed out, then it did not take long until the soft folds of her brand new sex melted away. That left her rubbing at a patch of smooth unbroken plastic. But that did not slow her down. It still felt so good!

Soon after her entire body shook as she orgasmed. Emily would probably have heard her down at the other end of the hall if not for the fact that the plastic had not only spread down and erased her sex. It had also moved up her neck to her face. And just before Jessie would have given voice to her pleasure her mouth had been smoothed away leaving the same smooth plastic behind. So the only sound she made where soft muffled moans and the old armchair creaking under her arching body.

The plastic kept spreading. And by the time she came down from her trip to cloud 9 it was every were and she could no longer move at all. She felt the cushion of the chair raise her up a little as she grew lighter as she was hollowed out. And as far as anyone but her and Epligo could tell, there were no more Jessie. In her place, there was a mannequin sitting in her chair. A mannequin posed as if in the throes of ecstasy. Its smooth plastic skin reflecting the light from the screen.

“Oh my goodness that was fabulous!” Jessie exclaimed in her head.”

“I thought you would like that.”

“Mmm did I ever. But I think I it can be better. You can tell time right?”

“I am a space and dimensional travelling being… Yes I can tell time.”

“Would you dumb me down and bring me back at about 9.00AM? Pretty please? I think that would be better than a good night's sleep.”

“Sure”

“Thank you. You are the best Epligggggooooooooo… Pretty mannequin! Mmm plastic no moving. Happy!”

“Night dummy.”