Contains girl to mannequin tf

Nova was beautiful, strong willed, healthy, and absolutely terrible at handling her money. She tended to live fast and loose, wanting to experience as many things as possible in her time on earth. Unfortunately, experiences cost money, as did living, and right now the dark haired woman was strapped for cash. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair still dripping from a shower, and thumbed through the bills she’d gotten dancing the previous night. It wasn’t awful, she’d surely had worse days, but it wasn’t quite enough to cover rent, that horrible parasitic bill that loomed over her constantly. She sighed, catching sight of a red streak in her hair, faded with time and washing, and figured it was time to get it recolored.

Nova exited her apartment wearing a tube top that was rather daring with its crop, high waisted Jean shorts, heels and a light jacket that hung a bit loose, exposing at least some shoulder. She had spent a good forty five minutes on her makeup, nothing crazy just her main ‘going out’ essentials. Finally satisfied, she was on her way to her favorite boutique, a small, gorgeous store that sold clothing, hair products, makeup, all perfectly to Nova’s style. It really felt the the store had her in mind when it was designed sometimes.

The tiny jingle of the bell above the door heralded Nova’s arrival before her naturally deeper voice rang out to the staff, “I’m back again darlings!”

The staff knew Nova on a personal level by this point - she was far and away the most regular customer, and her constant flaunting of their brand has generated no small amount of foot traffic for the store. The staff fawned over Nova to ensure she stay such a valued customer, “Well well what brings you in hun?” One staffer asked

“I need more color for my hair, and ooh this top is nice…” she added as she was distracted by a low cut, long sleeved shirt designed to expose shoulders in a classy ‘purposefully messy’ look.

“Oh babe you have to go try that on right now it’s perfect for you,” the staffer pushed Nova along to a changing room and thrust the garment inside the curtain for her.

Nova was rather used to this treatment by now, always enticed by the staff to try on a new outfit that she usually ends up buying, but this time she was going to be (sort of) responsible and only buy the hair dye. Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t just try it on real quick- oh and these pants too. Couldn’t hurt to add the shoes the nice staff lady was handing her too could it? Soon enough she was modeling an entire ensemble, but it was time for Nova to find her self control.

“These clothes are to die for darling,” she began, turning to the side to get another look at herself, “But money is a little tight right now so I think I’ll have to come back for these.”

“Trouble with bills? I think we can help with that,” the lady strolled over to Nova, spinning her around and posing her arms a bit, “You are stunning hun, how would you feel about a modeling gig for us? We’ll help you with your bills and you can keep the outfit, what do you say?”

It was an offer she couldn’t refuse, and wouldn’t want to if she could, so Nova enthusiastically agreed, watching herself in the mirror as she was guided to a few different poses. She didn’t notice the other worker bring a large disc-like platform out, or bat an eye when she was guided to stand atop it. She only took note when her feet felt a bit funny in her shoes. It was strange - were these too tight and causing her feet to fall asleep?

“Hold on I need to- ah? Uhm…” she tried to shake her leg to rid herself of the tingly numbness in her feet, but they were not lifting from the disc no matter how hard she tried, “I seem to be uh… hnnn-! Stuck, babe-“ she said, casting a worried glance to the worker, who only smiled at her in reply.

The feeling spread up her legs rapidly, numbing them and locking them in place. Nova caught a glimpse of what was happening just beneath her pants’ waistline - her skin was bleaching to a a pure white. She was panicking now, furiously trying to break free.

“Oh stop struggling, this is part of the job,” the worker cooed, stroking Nova’s cheek and causing a chill to run down her spine even as the numbness was crawling up it. She watched as the whitening, tingling sensation found it’s way up her abdomen, and began affecting her hands. Her arms were being held in place by the worker in a standard modeling pose with surprising strength, not that her stiffening arms were capable of much resistance anymore. At one point her now frozen hand knocked against her him in her struggles with a hollow thunk of plastic on plastic. She was being turned into a mannequin! This was NOT the modeling gig she signed up for. She went to voice her protests, but as she opened her mouth the last air escaped her chest with a softening “Hey-“ before the tingling hollowed her chest and throat, turning them to plastic and erasing her breath and vocal cords. She could feel her hair separating from her scalp as the... mannequinification spread over the top of her head from the back of her neck. It didn’t fall out in shreds, but rather became a synthetic wig resting atop her plastic, rapidly hollowing head. Her thoughts began to get hazy as her mind was overtaken and erased by the process, leaving her face in a tranquil, if dazed, neutral expression before it too was consumed by plastic.

Finally, Nova was gone, and a generic white mannequin wearing her hair as a wig and the clothes she’d tried on stood in her place, firmly attached to its base. The worker lifted the hollow mannequin with ease and positioned it in the front window of the store, taking the time to adjust its clothing and wig to be just so.

It seemed that Nova was going to be generating a lot more foot traffic for the boutique, and at least she didn’t have to worry about rent anymore…