The morning sun shone through the window of Jessie’s room. It slowly crept across the floor, until it fell on the old chair in front of the tv and reflected off the smooth and shiny plastic surface of the mannequin sitting in it.

For anyone familiar with mannequins like one would see in clothing stores, this one would look a bit unusual. At first glance, it seemed mostly normal. Its featureless blank face, for instance, would be unremarkable, same as its slim build and average bust size.  Even the pyjamas it wore were nice enough to not look out of place on display.

Something that probably would be considered unusual though was the pose. Its head was thrown back, its back arched, one plastic hand buried in its pyjama bottoms and its legs were spread apart, hooked over the armrests on each side of the chair. Not that anyone would be able to tell, but what was even more unusual was that it was thinking, since plastic objects aren’t known to do much of that. Not that its thoughts were very coherent at the moment.

But as the glowing red digits of the alarm clock on the nightstand changed from 8:59 to 9:00, its mind shuddered as it suddenly started to become more aware. Random pleasure and free-floating snippets of thought started to clump together into organised thoughts.

“Mmm, horny happy plastic. Happy thing… No, not right… Me person… I am human… Fuck me! That just never gets old.” the newly restored mind of Jessie thought.

“Good morning, this is your friendly neighborhood alien with your requested wake up call.”

“Thanks, Epligo. And you know what, I was right. Being reduced to the mind of a mannequin is very relaxing. I feel like I have slept for a week.“

“Good to know. It was great for my energy reserves too.”

“So.. If you are topped up again, can we do what we did back at the warehouse and let me move around as a mannequin again? I should get up but I don’t want to give up being plastic just yet if I can help it.”

“Sure, just let me… There we go. Just let me know when you would like to be biological again. I decrypted some signals during the night and found something called YouTube. So I might not be paying much attention.”

Jessie who had just regained the power of movement froze again. “Are you saying you hacked our wi-fi and connected to the internet? From my brain?”

The voice inside of Jessie’s head is very silent for just a little too long before Epligo answered, “Maaaybe. Should I not have?”

Jessie thought for a second as she pulled her plastic self out of the chair, pushing off a bit harder then needed to get up with her hollow plastic body, stumbling briefly.

“No, I guess not. But if you’d asked I could have given you the password.”

“I did not have anything else to do. And your most coherent thought at the time was ‘stroke horny plastic’ so I think you would not have been much help.”

If Jessie’s face had not been featureless uniformly white plastic it would have taken on a distinct reddish colour. “Oook, never mind then. But good to know that my brain has wi-fi”.

She felt Epligo turn its attention elsewhere and she turned her focus back to start her morning routine. Being made of plastic changed her routine quite a bit. Usually, she would start with brushing her teeth and a trip to the bathroom. But her blank face had no mouth so no teeth to brush. And her smooth sexless crotch, and the fact that she was just air on the inside meant that the latter was not needed either.

So she started to undress to get in the shower. Her PJ bottoms and panties slipped off almost frictionlessly, the feeling of the soft fabric sliding down her plastic legs felt wonderful. Next, she grabbed the top by its neck and pulled it over her head, the sensation of it dragging over her smooth rigid chest and back almost making her knees buckle. And she would have moaned out loud if she could.

When the top came free of her head she saw something hairy in it. For a second she wondered what it was and how it had gotten into her shirt, but then realised it was her hair. It had come off like a wig, leaving her bald.

“Well that saves me the trouble of washing my hair today,” she thought to herself as she put the wig on her desk. 

She bent down and picked her discarded clothes up off of the floor, folded the PJs and put them away and threw the underwear in the hamper. The overflowing hamper she noted. But before heading into the shower she took a minute to stop and look at herself in the mirror. Seeing the bald featureless and perfectly shaped white mannequin looking back at her, she could still not comprehend that the thing she was looking at was actually her. 

And thing was right she thought while she moved her plastic hands over her curves, giving off the soft whispering sound of plastic sliding over plastic. If it was not for Epligo holding her mind she would not have one at all like this. She would just be a standard mannequin that was mostly the same size as this girl Jessie that no one could seem to find. She was really just an ‘it’ right now. 

That thought stuck in her mind. And Jessie really started thinking of itself like an it. Not a her, human or person. Just a simple thing. An animated object. And that thought alone made it really horny. And that in turn made its hands move towards its more sensitive bits. 

One slide down its abdomen, heading between its thighs caressing the smooth spot where its clit used to be. That spot seemed to still be the most sensitive spot even though it looked no different than any other patch of plastic. The other was first brought up to feel its blank face and then slid down its chest, sliding around and grabbing at one of its hard plastic breasts.

After a few minutes of rubbing itself, watching in the mirror, it shuddered as its mind blossomed into orgasm and almost collapsed to the floor.

It stood there, unmoving, soaking in the afterglow when there was a knock at the door. It turned its blank face towards the door in panic. How would she explain the random mannequin in her room to Emily if she came in?

Luckily though Emily just called through the door.

“Wake up sleepyhead breakfast is ready!” And then heard her walk back towards the kitchen.

Deciding it had enough fun for one morning, and that it had been plastic all night and did not really need another shower, it picked up its wig as it mentally called for Epligo.

“Ok, Epligo. I have had my fun. I need to be Jessie again.” It thought as it put the wig back on its head.

“One human body coming right up.”

“Thank you.”

The white plastic started to slowly recede. Starting at its head, fingers and toes. As it slowly became Jessie again she reached for her underwear drawer, picking out a pair of panties and stepping into them. Sliding them up her still plastic thighs made her coo out loud in delight. And so did the leggings she pulled on next. Then she watched herself in the mirror and waited until the line of skin reached her boobs and they shrunk down to their normal size. As they did she sighed at the loss before putting on one of her bras that would not have fitted her a minute ago. By the time she had picked out an oversized off the shoulder top she saw that she was entirely human again. But as she slipped her top on she noticed that Epligo had forgotten her belly button. She chose not to say anything, she kind of liked it. It was a reminder of what she could be.

After breakfast, Jessie decided to deal with the overflowing laundry hamper in her room. And being a considerate housemate she asked Emily if she had anything she wanted to throw in as well. Surprisingly she didn’t.

“No, I actually did a load early this morning. Couldn’t sleep, too much caffeine. But if you go down there could you bring mine back up?”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Thanks. I’m about to jump in the shower and head out, but you can just put it in my room.”

“No worries” 

So Jessie left their apartment and headed down to the building's laundry room. She unlocked the door and entered the small room just big enough for the machines crammed into it. She stuffed her washing into the last empty machine then looked around for Emily's hamper, finding it right away in front of the drier with her clothes in it. She opened it up and dumped it in the hamper. It turned out to be a load of mostly Emily’s underwear. And seeing the cascade of her housemates panties, bras and things tumble down in the hamper, it sparked an idea.

Once Jessie was back in the apartment she knocked on Emily’s door and got no answer. She opened it to put the hamper down and when she did she could hear the shower running and Emily singing in it. She also saw the clothes laid out on her bed and the spark of an idea she’d had in the laundry room became a fully-fledged one.

“Hey, Epligo.” She said in her head.

“Present” 

“How small of a thing could you make me?”

There is a short silence while Epligi thinks it over. “Pretty small. What did you have in mind?”

“How about, say… The size of say those panties over there?”

“ That should be doable. Found a different way into your roommates pants did you?”

Jessie had put the hamper down and was already on her way to her room before she answered. “Pretty much yes. She might not like girls that way but if I am her panties I can still get a face full of her pussy.”

“And you get to be a thing again?” Epligo teased. 

“And I get to be a thing again.” Jessie agreed. “Two birds with one stone. It's perfect.”

Jessies got to her room and quickly stripped out of all her clothes. Leaving them in a pile on the floor. And then hurried naked back to Emily’s room. Once there she picked up the panties from the bed and looked them over. They were nothing special. Just a pair of pale blue cotton briefs with a bit of cute lace at the waist. 

“So how about it. Can you change me into a pair just like these so she won't notice the difference?”

“Yes. Turn them around and look from every angle so I can build a model.”

Jessie turned the panties around in her hands, felt all the materials and tested the elastic, all at Epligos instruction.

“There, I have everything I need. Hide those and sit on the bed where they were and I’ll change you into a copy.”

She threw the original panties in the hamper of clean clothes she had carried in earlier. And then sat down on the bed in their place.

Jessie was giddy with excitement. She was really about to be changed into just a pair of panties and worn as her crush! 

“Ready?” Epligo asked.

“Ready!”

As the change started it felt mostly like it usually did when Epligo changed her. But instead of the feeling of cool plastic move across her body, she felt as if she was shrinking. And it was just a matter of seconds before she realised she actually was. Since by then her feet no longer reached down to the floor.

As she shrank she could both see and feel how her skin started to change colour and soften. And it started developing a texture, kind of like woven fabric. It was a different sensation, but it felt just as good as being turned to plastic. And she could not resist running her hands all over herself as her body changed. And the feeling of it made her moan softly.

As she let her hands explore her increasingly sensitive body she could feel it begin to lose its definition and grow even softer. As an experiment she tried gripping her arm and it gave way. Squishing in her grip with hardly any resistance at all. It was as if she was just a cloth doll stuffed with cotton. And the way it felt when it deformed was wonderful.

Before long her toes and fingers fused together and her facial features smoothed away. Her breasts flatened out entirely and her sex disappeared. Her questing, now mitten like hands found nothing but unbroken soft fabric between her legs. After about a minute she was just about a foot tall and looked almost like her mannequin self. Only even less defined and sewn from blue cotton fabric instead of moulded rigid white plastic.

“Bend down and grab your ankles for this next bit,” Epligo said in her mind.

Jessie was happy to oblige and easily folded her floppy boneless body over at the waist and grabbed hold of her ankles just above her feet. To her surprise as she did her hands sunk into and merged to the wrists. She barely had time to process that before the next wave of change began.

She felt her body lose the last of its rigidity and flop down. Then she felt herself thinning and flattening out, losing any semblance of ever being human. She was stretched in some places and shrunk in others, until she was nothing more than a pair of pale blue cotton panties with just a hint of lace. A perfect copy of the ones Emily had picked out to wear.

“Mmm, panties feel so soft. Wants to be worn.” the new pair of panties though. No longer thinking of themselves as a person. Something that made them realise this change was not quite what Jessie had gone through before.

“Epligo, panties mind simple?” they managed to ask after collecting their mind enough to realise what was different.

“Yes, I had to simplify your mind to make it fit your slight form. I hope that is ok?”

“Yes, panties happy!”

Being wrapped up in the change they hadn’t noticed they could no longer hear the sound of the shower running so was a little surprised when the bathroom door opened and Emily stepped out. She was completely naked and wasl drying off her damp hair. The panties were stunned into silence seeing her like that. She looked gorgeous, not to mention that in their new form she looked like a giant. A beautiful and sexy giant.

They watched as Emily wrapped her hair in a towel and then walked over towards the bed where they were laying. She reached down with one giant hand and picked them up. 

The panties felt as if they were launched into the sky. And a moment later they felt Emily grab them by the waistband with her other hand and stretch them out and bent down and stepped into and slid them up her smooth waxed legs.

As Emily settled her panties in place comfortably against her crotch and around her hips, she had no idea how great it felt for the newly made panties. Being stretched out and put on. Wrapped around her perfect rear and tucked up against her sex feeling her lips pushing through their thin fabric lending them their shape. As they moaned silently in their mind from the experience they thought that the only thing that could have made it better would have been if Emily had known the panties she’d just put on used to be Jessie. And knowingly done it anyway.

Emily, being completely oblivious to thoughts going through the mind of her underwear, kept dressing as she normally would. She pulled on a tight pair of jeans leaving the panties in darkness and shutting out of the outside world. But they didn’t care. They were wrapped around the only thing that mattered to them anyway.

For the rest of the day, the panties were having their sensitive form mashed between Emily’s bits and the tight pants she wore. And they enjoyed every minute of it. The gentle stretching and twisting of her walking, the constant warm pressure when she sat down.

The panties had been enjoying their owner sitting for a long while when they felt a bit of pressure now and again.Then suddenly they felt Emily stand up and suddenly saw the light again as she unzipped and slid down her jeans. And then sat down on her bed, leaning back against the pillows with her phone in her hands. Apparently tired of wearing the restrictive jeans and wanting to be comfortable and relax while texting. The panties thought

After a little while of her sitting there with her phone they could feel  Emily put one hand in between her legs and stroke the folds of her sex through her panties. And even the simple minded  panties understood she was doing.

The panties were being pushed and rubbed into Emily’s pussy as she was getting more aroused. And it did not take long until they were feeling her pussy start to leak. And being treated this way had the panties mentally orgasm long before Emily did. By the time she had tired herself out the panties were thurley soaked by her juices and their mind numbed by the afterglow of the fantastic pleasure of being masturated through.

After coming down from her own experience, Emily slid off the bed. And slipped the now dirty penties off and dropped them to the floor before heading to her bathroom and closing the door behind her. Leaving them discarded on the floor.

The panties had a hard time thinking at all as they lay in a crumpled heap, its mind reeling from the the whole thing. But suddenly felt themselves start to almost inflate. The fabric of their form swelling. And as it did their mind started to expand with it.

“Holy fuck, that was intense! I can’t believe she masturbated with me. But fuck I loved it.” Jessie thought as she was approaching being herself again.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” Epligo asked with amusement in their voice.

“Maybe even better. I think I blacked out somewhere in the middle of that.”

“Yes, you did. That is why I started to turn you back before talking to you. And I did since I thought now was a good time to sneak off before she came back.”

Jessie sat up as a slightly stained blue cloth doll.

“That sounds like a good idea to me too.” She agreed and got up to her feet and started to hurry for the door.

But just as she was about to get away scot free Emily walked out of the bathroom. But Jessie kept going, and it did not seem as if she had seen the little cloth doll sneaking out of her room.

Once back in her own room Jessie breathes a sigh of relief. Or would have if she could. 

“That was close. I don’t know what would happen if she’d seen me. Better change me back to human again in case she comes looking.”

“Alright. One human Jessie coming up.”

Jessie felt itself starting to expand again. This time growing larger and not only filling out. And as it grew it became more detailed. Her fingers and toes separating, nipples popping out and her face came back. Which was the point where she realised she had been referring to herself as they. What also came back with her face was her sense of smell. And she realised she smelled like Emily, and reeked of sex.

“Um, I think I need a shower before showing myself to Emily.”

“You think?”

… to be continued.