John sat in his small cubicle at work, his chin resting on his hands and his elbows in turn resting on his desk. His headset was on, causing him to listen to a client trying to explain to him how wrong he was. All because in the client’s computer illiterate mind the problem with their computer could not possibly be fixed by simply turning it off and on again.

John hated people like that. They hadn’t the foggiest idea about computers but still tried to tell him, the support technician, he was wrong. But he had learned to deal with them by simply letting them scream themselves out. They would then call him incompetent and finally demand to speak to his manager. Then once they were transferred back to him by his manager with instructions to have them write some nonsense in a command prompt to make them feel like they had done something.

Since he knew that was the way it would play out he tended to zone out at times like these and letting his thoughts wander. And, as they always seemed to these days, they ended up in the same place. Recalling how a few months ago he had been nothing but a lovely female mannequin in a mall window. Just a simple thing feeling content to simply exist and be used to display clothes.

He really missed his time in that window and according to Veronica, the owner of the store in whose window he had been kept, he still was a mannequin. On paper at least. Veronica had liked the look of the mannequin he had become. So once his two weeks as a thing were up and he had been, as promised returned to the world just as he had left it. She had offered him a place in what she called the store’s semi-permanent inventory.

Veronica had explained that this meant that there was an entry in the store’s inventory system for a mannequin matching his mannequin self. In it was a picture of the mannequin John had been and could be again listed with the serial number he had been marked with. That serial number that had been a simple ink on skin  had turned into a permanent feature once he had turned back, essentially giving him a new birthmark on his lower back. Right now the status of that entry reads as 'unavailable’. But if someone were to change that entry to available John would suddenly never have existed. And in his place, there would be a pretty female plastic  mannequin ready for display. Although Veronica, even if she had read his mind previously without asking when they first met, seemed to be a nice person and had promised to call him before she did.

Suddenly his daydream was interrupted by his personal phone buzzing in his pocket just as the howler monkey on the other end of his work line hung up on him, apparently having done what he had asked them to do, claiming it was their idea and did not actually need his help.

He took his out phone and saw that it was a text from Veronica. It was as if she had known he had been daydreaming about her. He opened and read the message.

"Hello, John. I could use you as a pretty piece of plastic for a few weeks. Are you interested in joining the inventory again?”

John could not help the silly grin that was taking over his face. Her offer was exactly what he needed. To have a nice plastic vacation displaying women's clothes. No phones or tiny cubicles. Just being an object fulfilling its purpose.

He was about to send a straight-up ‘yes’. But before he hit send he thought of something to make it even better. So he started to write a longer reply.

"I would love to. But would it be possible to try life as a real woman this time too?"

He crossed his fingers. He had been thinking of this since he had been changed the last time. Because even though he had insisted on being restored to his old self before agreeing to it, he had regretted that a little after having how having a mostly female before he had hardened into a hollow plastic mannequin. How it had felt at home with the women moving around it, hearing them chat and gossip. And girls get to wear all those gorgeous clothes too.

His phone buzzed again and he hurriedly checked Veronica's reply.

"I think that can be arranged. We are a bit pressed for time so I’m afraid I can only give you most of a day as a woman before I need the mannequin. But we could make that up on the other end."

John could barely contain himself. He wanted to scream his excitement for everyone to hear. But kept his cool not wanting to make a scene at his place of work. And before he could compose himself he got another text from Veronica.

"I will send over a package with something to adjust the terms of the contract and make you a woman first. And something to package you in afterwards."

After that the rest of the day felt like an eternity for John. He just wanted to get home and see what Veronica had come up with. So when he finally could leave he threw himself in his car and sped home. Once there he opened his front door he found a box sitting in the middle of the floor of the small hallway. He had no idea how it had got there since neither he nor his girlfriend Jill had been home since before he got the text from Veronica.

He cautiously inspected the box. It looked like it was just one of those prepaid shipping boxes. The shipping address was already filled in with the details for Veronica’s store. And on top, there was an envelope with his name written on it a flowing script. He opened it and found a sheet of paper with something paperclipped to one corner. Unfolding it he saw it was a short handwritten letter written in the same flowing script.

“Hello, John.

To start your transformation please place the enclosed barcode sticker onto yourself. Any place would do but I would recommend placing it somewhere discreet as the change will make it become permanent much as your serial number did.

Have fun. 

Veronica”

John looked at the sticker attached to the corner of the letter. It looked just like an ordinary inventory organisational sticker with a barcode on it. But he did not doubt for a second that it wouldn’t do what Veronica had said it would.

Not wanting to waste any more time he headed for the bedroom and undressed. That was probably not necessary, but he decided that he wanted to see everything as it happened so did it anyway. He peeled the sticker off the backing paper and reached behind his back with it. There was only one place he could think of putting it, right above his serial number on his lower back. It was not easy to do and get it straight. But with the help of the full body mirror in his bedroom, he managed to place it where he wanted it.

After sticking it on he initially felt no difference. He was disappointed for a second, but then remembered that he had not transformed the blink of an eye last time either. So he stood there naked in front of the mirror, waiting. And after a few minutes, he started to notice small things. Like his face softening a bit, losing its defined edges and his 5 o’clock shadow seemed to have disappeared. In and his shoulders seemed a little narrower.

“Come on already, hurry up. This is taking forever.” John said impatiently.

He remembered how last time Veronica had told him that acting the part would speed the transformation up so he decided to try something. He stepped away from the mirror and went over to his girlfriend's dresser, opened her underwear drawer and took out a pair of her panties.

“This should do the trick.” He said as he bent down and stepped into the very girly lace trimmed underwear, pulling them up his legs and settling them around his hips. Being meant for a completely different body type they looked absolutely ridiculous on him, and he almost took them back off. But just as he slipped his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down he started to feel something shift in his hips. And then he felt them start to widen. Then he felt his rear start to fill out, giving him a nicely rounded and very feminine butt. And the changes were followed by a pleasant warm feeling.

Now the panties fit him nearly perfectly, apart from the bulge in front. But as he put his hand on top of it he could feel it shrinking. And soon it had dwindled down to just a small nub. Leaving his crotch empty and the panties fitting him as they were meant to. And that feeling of pleasant feeling of sensual warmth increased so much he thought he would stain the panties before his member melted away.

“Mmm, Bye little guy,” John said, slipping his hand inside the underwear and feeling the empty space where it had been.

As he did he felt his now empty sack tighten, fold itself and then split right under his fingers. And he felt something open up into his body.  And just like that he knew he was feeling the opening of his new vagina. The sensation almost made his knees buckle. Excited, he slipped the panties down and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw mostly what he was used to. Except he had the wide hips and ass of a girl and instead of the penis he was used to seeing there just a slit and a neatly trimmed patch of hair between his legs.

“Heh, I look like a ‘cunt boy’”, he said grinding. “Let’s try and fix that.”

He went back to the dresser noting how his new rear swayed as he walked. He picked up one of his girlfriends bras and then returned to the mirror. He ran into a bit of a problem when he tried to put the bra on. His still well muscled male chest was too large for the bra to reach around. Deciding to try anyway he pulled at the ends. He thought he could feel the material of the bra stretch, but it was accompanied by the same strangely sensual warm feeling in his chest as he had felt when he’d put on the panties. Once he managed to hook the clasp together it seemed to somehow keep stretching on its own leaving it a bit loose around his chest. Confused  he looked up at the mirror and that's when he realised it was not the bra that had stretched. His chest had shrunk and so had the rest of him.

Looking at his arms they were now slim and toned. Most of his bulky muscle was gone and he realized he was shorter too.

Looking back at him from the mirror was an androgynous-looking, flat-chested and petit girl. At that point his mind shifted a bit and after a spell of vertigo ‘she’ realised she was looking at herself in the mirror.

“Wooooh, is that really me?” She noticed that her voice was a bit higher than usual too.

She spun the bra around and slipped her arms into the shoulder straps settling the cups over her already not completely flat chest. As soon as she did she felt the warm sensual feeling permeate them as her breasts started to fill them out. She cupped her growing breasts in her hands feeling them swell and let slip a very feminine moan as they did.

When they stopped growing they did not fill out the cups. So she was actually a bit smaller than Jill was. That was a strange thought to her. She had never been the small one. Jill Was supposed to be smaller than her. Or smaller than John that is.

With that though her mind twisted again. Who was she? She was not John any more because for starters John had been a man and she wasn’t. But she could remember everything about her life as John.

Thinking about it she realised she had other memories too. Memories of growing up as a girl. Not wanting to be a fairy tale princess like the other girls but instead wanting to be like Princess Leia because she flew on space ships and got to shoot a blaster. Having her first period. How her mother taught her how to do her hair and later her makeup. How she realised she preferred girls over boys and how she had been teased when her classmates found out. She was not John… She was… Julie.

A few minutes later the last signs of masculinity had fled Julie's body. She looked herself over from all angles in the mirror admiring her new body. From the angelic face to her perfectly average chest and butt fit for a mannequin. And that when she noticed that the sticker was gone. It had merged with her skin and was now a barcode printed straight on to her permanently.

“I guess that makes it easier to keep track of me in the inventory,” she said to herself with a laugh in her new femenin voice.

As she stood there admiring herself she heard the front door open and Jill's voice calling out. 

“Honey, I’m home!”

Julie was suddenly nervous. How would Jill see her now? Would she see her as just a friend and roommate or were they still together in this version of reality? But she needn’t have worried. When Jill poked her head through the bedroom door and saw her standing there in just her underwear in front of the mirror all she did was come over, grab a hand full of her butt with one hand, pull her in close with the other and give her a deep kiss.

“Mmm, what a sight to come home to. Not that I mind, but why are you standing around half-naked in the middle of the day for?” Jill asked.

“Um, I… I was about to grab a shower,” Julie said, telling a white lie.

“Sounds wonderful, you go on. I’ll join you in a few, love.” Jill said.

Julie slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. “Well, we are definitely still a couple. And I am definitely still attracted to women,” she said to herself.

Just Jill’s touch on top of the residual feeling of the change had gotten her more than a little excited and if their showers together in this univers were anything like those John and Jill used to have then she was about to lose her girl on girl virginity. She could feel the, to her, odd new sensation of her pussy getting wet just thinking about it.

As it turned out, showers with Jill were even better as Julie. The biggest change was that Julie realised she was not the boss anymore. As John she had never been particularly in charge in the bedroom, or in this case bathroom, either. But a big reason for that had been because John hadn’t felt Jill responded well to it. And Jill had not really been able to make John do anything without asking. As Julie though, there was no question that Jill was in charge and they both loved it.

Later on that night, when they were laying in bed snuggling and watching some old movie on tv. Julie tried to get a handle on how everything had changed. This morning she had been a big strong man’s man. A tall ex-college athlete. Now she was a petite woman with a body fit to be a mannequin. And the changes had not stopped at the physical.

John had been stubborn, the kind of guy that didn’t let others tell him what to do. Julie wasn’t. She had not realised at first. But thinking about it now she had been happy to do anything Jill had asked her to do all night. And had enjoyed it. She had even cooked their dinner when she asked. John had hardly ever done that. And only when he was too hungry to wait or wanted to impress.

She was a little worried now that she realised her personality had changed but then the reason hit her. And it was so obvious. It probably had to with the fact that becoming a woman was just the first step in her transformation. She was meant to become a mannequin after all and that a mannequin would have a submissive personality made sense. She would be an object used by anyone working in the store without any say in how. And the way she was now she knew that she would enjoy that. She was even looking forward to it. In addition she realised that whilst John would have had a tent in his pants at the thought he would probably not enjoy it in the long run. But that was what he had asked for so she decided it was a good thing the magic had made Julie fit.

Her musings were interrupted when she felt how Jill moved beside her and held her a bit tighter as she drifted off to sleep. She decided she would enjoy being the figurative girl in their relationship too and a few minutes later she fell asleep wrapped in her loving girlfriend’s arms.

The next morning Julie woke when Jill’s phone started to raise hell and she reluctantly letting go of her to get ready for work. Julie did not bother getting up. She would not go to work today anyway. She was not sure she even had a job. Her train of thought was derailed before she could think too much about it but her phone ringing. Still snug in the warm bed she reached out and grabbed it, answering it sleepily.

 “This is Joh… Ehum, Julie”

“You are welcome.” The laughing voice at the other end answered.

“Oh Veronica. Hi!.”

“Hello. I hope you find your new reality to your liking so far.”

“I do, I really do. There have been a few… Surprises. But I love it.”

“Lovely. Now I am sorry to rush you but I need that mannequin for our new display today. And as per our contract, you are still part of the inventory. So I just wanted to tell you I am about to change your status to available.”

“Of course, I am always happy to help in the window, but do I not need to get to the store first though?”

“No no. Don’t worry about that. That is why I sent the box. And there. You are now just an ordinary mannequin again. I will see you soon. Bye.”

“See you soon. Bye”

They hung up and Julie, excitement having banished any thought of sleep got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror again. She had gone to sleep just wearing a pair of panties that until yesterday had been a pair of boxers. But as she had changed so had her entire wardrobe.

Just like before she did not feel any different. She was looking intently at her reflection and moving her hands over her body trying to notice any changes and that’s when Jill came back out from the bathroom.

She saw Julie standing there and exclaimed. “That’s right, I almost forgot to return that,” and left the room.

Confused Julie called after her. “Return what?”

Jill did not answer her but not a minute later she came back in the room carrying the shipping box. Her box Julie realised. Apparently, the magic had made Jill think she’d borrowed a mannequin from Veronica and was going to send it back.

A wide smile spread across Julie's face at the idea of being packaged up and shipped like a common object. However she realised there was a bit of a problem.

“Even as small as I am now I would never fit in that box, it is not tall enough”, she said even though she knew Jill would not hear her. To Jill, Julie was just a mannequin and mannequins don’t speak.

Unconcerned, Jill put the box down on the bed and walked up to Julie. She ran her fingers over her chest as she said.

“Hate to send it back though. It is gorgeous and I would love to keep it just as an art piece.”

“Aaaw, even though I’m just a thing to you, you still want me. I love you to honey,” Julie said.

Then without another word Jill started to wiggle and pull at her left arm. At first, Julie thought it funny but then when Jill started to get frustrated that she would not come apart, it actually started to hurt.

“Ouch, that hurt. I am still human for peat sake. I can’t be…” And that was when her arm came loose.

The shock made her go quiet. Jill said something she did not hear as she started to wrap her arm up in bubble wrap.

“Apparently I was wrong. I can be taken apart,”

 Julie said after realising that at Jill’s insistence her shoulder had changed to plastic and formed a separation point. Julie examined her severed shoulder with her remaining hand. It felt like normal except just at the edge. There she felt the cooling plastic and the mounting hardware that had held her arm on. Just a few millimeters in it blended seamlessly to the rest of her skin.

She could still feel the arm too. Even wiggle the fingers and feel Jill’s hands on it as she wrapped it up and gently put it in the box. Once it was safely packed away she returned her attention to the rest of Julie.

When she started to pull at her other arm. Julie decided to embrace what she was and tried to tell herself that she was just a mannequin and was made to have her limbs come off. That seemed to help because this time it just took a few tugs for it to come off in Jill’s hands and this time she noticed that warm sensual feeling that accompanied her previous changes as her shoulder changed.

As Jill packaged the arm away like the other one Julie looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing herself like that, with no arms and obviously artificial shoulders she knew it was true. That she saw was just a thing. It was just a thing. The thought made the Julie mannequin smile wide and feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Julie realised that until now the feeling that Jill had not seen it as a person had bugged human Julie ever so slightly. But now the fact that Jill just saw it as the mannequin Julie now was, this felt how it was supposed to be. And it just enjoyed being handled by her.

With it now truly accepting what it was disassembly took no time at all. And soon it was just a pile of partially plastic parts lovingly wrapped up in bubble wrap and packed away in the box. Its face was still mostly human and the last thing it did before Jill closed it and tape it shut was mouth ‘I love you’.

Alone in the dark of its box, all Julie could feel was the warm sensual feeling of the transformation slowly reducing what was left of its human body to inert hollow plastic. The only way Julie could think to describe it later would be as the best and longest orgasm she had ever felt. And once the change had run its course its mind went into a sort of sleep.

By the time the box was delivered to Veronica’s store, any trace of Julie’s humanity was long gone. The mannequin was awakened by a stock girl opening its box in the back room. The stock girl, who according to her name tag was named Christa, having no idea the mannequin had ever been anything but a mannequin, quickly started to assemble it.

This Julie enjoyed immensely. After the time in the box, the girl’s soft warm hands on its now cool plastic parts felt wonderful. She placed it on what appeared to be a conveniently placed stand and then left it there and disappeared. Probably moving on to her next task.

It was left to stand there for a long time. Naked plastic not displaying anything. Being just a thing it did not mind, but it wondered why Veronica wanted it delivered today if it was to be left standing in the back room. It would much rather be of use displaying something in the window.

Mannequins are not great at judging time but it felt as if a lot of it had passed by when it finely could see Veronica come into its line of sight.

“Ah, there you are,” she said as she came up to it. “I swear I am going to have to let that girl go. She can’t follow the simplest of instructions. Now let’s get you on display shall we, doll.”

She picked Julie up and carried it under her arm out into the store proper.

Julie's mind was still fundamentally human when it was fully assembled like this, deep down it thought of itself that way. So being picked up as if you weighed hardly anything and being carried casually by a woman just a little larger than itself was a surprise. But it fed its feelings of being a simple plastic object. So it enjoyed it immensely.

Veronica placed it on a stand. Not in the window this time but on a small podium in the front of the store. It was not the only mannequin there either. Before it was mounted in its spot it saw three others around it. All dressed in different kinds of bathing suits.

Once it was securely mounted Veronica started to take it apart again. It enjoyed being handled in such a way. Its limbs spread out around it and warm hands touching it all over. But even as it enjoyed itself it wondered why it got broken into parts to be put in a bikini. It soon got an explanation when Veronica started to pull an elegant one-piece bathing suit up its legs. She hummed a wordless tune as she reattached its torso to its hips and pulled the suit up over its chest and slipped the shoulder straps over its armless shoulders and then replaced the arms. The last thing she did was cup its plastic cheek and said.

“Enjoy yourself now, alright doll.”

And Julie did just that. Now that it was on display it felt complete. It was a piece of display hardware doing what it had been made to do. Even if it was completely inanimate and locked on a stand it felt free. Apart from making the Bathing suit it wore look beautiful nothing mattered to it. John's job at the call centre, unpaid bills, what was for dinner or just the stress of living. None of it mattered anymore and it let it slip away. It was just a pretty piece of plastic.

It enjoyed the looks of the people moving around the store. It physically felt their admiring eyes move over it, caressing it. And every now and then some woman would touch it. Feeling the fabric of the suit it wore. And sometimes just to feel its cool plastic skin.

Weeks passed but Julie the mannequin remained unchanged. It had its clothes changed once. The one-piece traded for a patterned bikini and matching sarong. But on the inside it was unchanging, happy and content.

Eventually Veronica came and wordlessly carried it back through the dimmed lights of the store. Julie on some level knew that meant the store was closed but its old life was now just a faint almost insignificant memory.

After leaning Julie up against a wall in the back room Veronica took out her phone and typed something.  And to Julie everything suddenly started to change. Those faint memories were becoming more relevant and it felt a warm feeling spread through its hollow plastic form.

After a minute or two it started to feel heavier as if the emptiness inside it was filling up. And where it did it started to soften, it's hard perfect plastic shell turning to soft human skin. That’s right. She was human, wasn’t she?

Yes, she was. She was not actually a thing. She was becoming a person again. She tried to move but only her head and arms seemed to be able to so far. So she used them to look down and feel herself. Bringing her hands up to her chest she found that underneath the bikini it was still mostly just hard hollow plastic. She could feel her own now soft and warm hands on her plastic chest. She felt engulfed in the sensual warmth of the transformation and she could not stop her hands from lingering.

As she caressed her hard plastic chest and breasts she could feel them slowly start to soften and revert to flesh and blood under her questing fingers. Before long her nipples started to reform. Slipping her hands under the small scraps of cloth covering them she…  

“Ehum, you seem to have enjoyed yourself,” Veronica said with a crooked grin while taking in the sight of the still partly plastic Julie playing with herself. Having been waiting around for her to be human enough to speak with her.

“Mmm, yes very much. But this is nice too,” Julie said softly with her eyes still closed and with one hand starting to move in between her still plastic thighs as her soft human shin started to spread downwards.  “Once you are done enjoying being human again come and find me in my office will you?” Veronica said as she turned around and walked away. Leaving Julie to enjoy getting acquainted with herself.

Sometime later there was a knock coming from the open door to Veronicas office, making her look up from her computer screen.

“Ah, there you are. Did you have a good time?” She asked the furiously blushing Julie.

“Aaaah yes, yes I did. Sorry about that.”

“It is quite alright. I am well aware of how it feels to be transformed like you were. It is quite exhilarating,” Veronica said with a knowing smile. “But you have been standing for over a month. Please sit,” She said gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.

Julie took the offered chair and sat down. “Over a month? I was a mannequin for that long?”

“Yes. I left you a little longer than I had planned. I did not think you would mind and I wanted to take care of something before restoring you. Oh, on a related note. Do you wish to become John again?”

“What? No! That is no, not now. I barely got to be Julie before I was turned to plastic.” She looked down and continued in a more controlled, almost quiet voice. “Julie is a lot different from John. Not as assertive, more empathic and open. And a woman of course. I kind of like being this way. I am not saying I would never want to be him again but...”

Veronica smiled warmly towards her. “I thought you would feel that way. So that is why I arranged to be able to offer you a job, here in the store. After some career advice one of my stock girls have… pursued a different opportunity and left an opening. You would be a stock girl so nothing fancy. But since you are in the store's inventory you are essentially part of the stock, so it is oddly fitting.”

Julie's entire face lit up at the thought of not having to go back to what had essentially been John's job as tech support.

“Really? Yes, I would love to work here.” But then she suddenly got suspicious. “Wait… exactly what career opportunity did your last stock girl follow.”

Veronica’s face grew somber. “Oh, she was a very troubled young woman. When I told her I had to let her go she was so crestfallen. She said she had been fired so many times and did not know what to do. I could understand why though. The girl was a terrible worker.” 

Veronica’s face suddenly split in a grin.”But I took pity on her and I offered her a place in the inventory and she agreed. She is a dress now. That is it there,” she said pointing to a red dress hanging from a rack at the side of her desk.

Julie looked at it and said “That dress used to be a human? That’s… hot.”

Veronica laughed heartily. “I thought you would appreciate that. Tell you what. Since you got delivered here naked in a box, why don't you borrow Christa here to wear home. You can return her on Monday when you take over her old job.”

“Oh thank you.”

Julie walked over to the rack with the dress and slipped it off its hanger. The material was so supple and soft. And knowing it used to be a person just like her, she could not wait to make its day and put it to good use. Deciding the bikini she had been displaying was not the best to wear under the it she took it off before slipping on the dress.  There was a mirror on the back wall off the office where she could see herself and she looked gorgeous. Christa the dress hugged every curve of her body from her chest down to where it ended just above her knees.

“She is gorgeous!”

“Yes she is. I think I will have you two working together soon nn the window. But for now go home. Your girlfriend called just after you changed back and should be here to pick you up soon. Those shoes by the door should fit, and match Christa nicely.”

“Oh, thank you. So, um, see you monday.”  “See you monday. Now scoot.”

Julie left the store and walked through the mall towards the exit. Once outside she saw Jill's car and walked over and hopped in.

Jill leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek and said.

“Hello, love. How was work?”  Julie casually adjusts her sentient dress as she sits down and says with a beaming smile.

“I loved every minute of it. And I am getting really close to one of my coworkers...”