Multiple layers of transformations here. Physical and mental transformations in this story. I THINK I wrote it so it clear what happened to the real Kaitlyn... Let me know what you think! (Made a small change to clear things up... I hope. )

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“OK, Celia is handing him something! Damn it! I can't hear anything and my connection with him is almost gone! It's almost... OUCH!” Kaitlyn stumbled backwards with a dazed look on her face as the feedback from the failed connection threw her for a loop.

“Owwww... That smart's!” She said then she started feeling an unpleasant sensation from Dylan's stomach. Her eyes went wide as she realized the potion that Dylan drank at dinner was activating!

“Oh, no! That Bitch!!! Celia knew I would try to reach out to Dylan and made the potion he drank to trigger it's effects when I did so! Crap! It burns, but what is it do... doing?” She asked.

“Ugh, my head hurts! I've got to fight it some... Fight throwing up! What did I eat? Wait... that's not right. CRAP! The … The potion is messing with my mind! Making me for... forget things... Making me... It's overwriting my.. My... Memories... Who ? Who am I?? Wha...” Kaitlyn grasped both sides of her head and tried to fight the potions effects on her.

She reeled about the room and quickly passed out.

Meanwhile, unknown to Kaitlyn a similar process was underway inside the mannequin.

Dylan stood in front of the mirror, checking his appearance one last time before heading out to meet his wife. He winked at himself in the mirror, “Looking good Dylan! I can't believe Celia and I have been married for eight years now! I remember meeting her in the hotel restaurant while on vacation like it was yesterday.” He said to himself, reflecting on that day.

“It was almost like we were fated to meet that night! We hit things off right away and spent the night together in my hotel room. Heh, she didn't even mind that mannequin I found in my room being there.” He remembered with a chuckle, “I was even more impressed when She said she didn't mind if I took it home with us.” He finished.

He glanced over at the mannequin standing in the corner of the bedroom, “I still don't remember where I got it from. I must have been more drunk than I remember. I Think I like it because it reminds me of someone...” Dylan chuckled again, “Oh well, not only does Celia like it she enjoys dressing it up in slutty costumes.” He paused to admire the maid costume it currently wore, “And I'm not going to complain about it either. Every time she dresses it up she gets feisty for days afterwards.” He finished as he started walking the the garage so he could meet his wife for their anniversary dinner.