F/F
Woman to Mannequin
Non-consensual

"Come on Becka, it'll be fun I promise!" Jean pleaded while holding her girlfriend's arm with both hands. Rebecka broke free of Jean's grasp while eyeing the store the younger girl was so desperate to go into: a newly opened store called Dreamweaver.
"You think wasting money on fake magic is fun?" Rebecka shot back. "We're just making enough to get by right now! I can't exactly model anymore with my scars and you don't make much at your store. We can't afford to indulge your whims right now." The busty redhead turned away from her friend and began walking towards their apartment but Jean grabbed her again before she could get far.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's real magic this time?! I even showed you that lipstick that changed my hair colour!" Jean gestured towards her long pink hair to emphasize her point.
"That would have worked better if you'd done it in front of me. Good job hiding the dye box where I couldn't find it by the way." Rebecka pulled free again and sighed. "Look, go in if you want but I'm going home to get dinner on. Just don't buy anything OK? We really can't afford it."
Jean looked like she was going to argue for a moment but then thought the better of it. "Fine Rebecka. I'll see you at home in a bit."

At home

    Rebecka had just finished making dinner when Jean came in the door. "Mmm... smells great in here Becka what'didja make?" Rebecka poked her head around the kitchen corner to address Jean directly. "You can't recognize the smell of grilled cheese sandwiches with caramelized onions? We've been eating them often enough lately."
"I guess it should be familiar by now, maybe I just missed it because I'm excited! I think I found a solution to our money problems!" This brought Rebecka out from the kitchen. "Oh really? It better not have anything to do with me letting you go into that store. I knew indulging you was a bad idea! Why can't you take me seriously when I say money is tight and why are you coming closer? Hey don't this isn't the time for a kiss! I'm ang..."

    Jean removed her lips from Rebecka's and gave her roommate a mischievous smile. "Sorry Becka, I would have explained but you did that thing where you get angry at me and start chewing me out before even knowing the full situation. Anyway now you'll be more willing to listen given that you can't move so I'll tell you what's going down: I'm getting you back into the modeling biz! I know I know, the scars from your bike accident mean you can't ever model again because who wants to see reality reflected in a model, miss double D chest, trim waist and squeezable tush." Jean grabbed at each of the body parts in question as she mentioned them, as Rebecka stayed frozen in place. "Well I thought since you're almost too perfect I'll get you back in the biz by just plain making you too perfect." Jean brushed her fingers lightly over Rebecka's scars before lightly kissing them, leaving behind a smooth patch of plastic just a touch lighter than Rebecka's normal skin tone. "You're going to be a mannequin for a while Becka! It's all thanks to this lipstick. The first kiss leaves you frozen and at my mercy, anywhere else my lips or tongue make contact with while you're frozen becomes perfect in plastic. Oh! Almost forgot!" Jean stepped back outside the apartment briefly and returned with a mannequin base and small box. "Once your legs are plastic you won't be supporting yourself, so the shopkeeper gave me this along with the lipstick."

    Jean picked up the helpless Rebecka with some effort and got her positioned on the base with her left calf in contact with the small metal rod that would become Rebecka's support. "I've already got you rented out to the swimwear store next to my place so you won't have to worry about heels, but plastic legs won't support the rest of you once they're transformed so this little base will keep you upright. Of course your legs do look better in heels soo..." Jean opened the box revealing a strapy pair of 3 inch heels, "you'll be wearing these while I transform you, and get to keep them when your stint in the window is done. Anyway it's time to get you undressed and posed! The shopkeeper said you should enjoy this part, but you'll have to confirm once you change back."

    Jean raised her girlfriend's arms into the air and effortlessly removed the slightly-too-tight T-shirt with a fluid motion that said she'd done it hundreds of times before, tossing the garment on a nearby chair. The frozen girl's bra quickly followed though her breasts stayed in their perked up position despite the lack of support.
"Mmm...  I want to kiss those so badly but if I do that now you'll end up with perfectly round smooth globes of plastic once i fully transform you. As hot as that would be the store owner wants a realistic chest so I need to get you aroused first." Jean flicked at Rebecka's nipples as she spoke, "It's a shame she wants a smooth crotch though, or I'd have given you a treat just before you became 100% mannequin. Ah well, I'll have to give you a smaller one now." Jean removed Rebecka's boy-shorts and panties putting the frozen girl's natural assets on full display, minus the small patch of plastic on her left shoulder. "Before I get to posing and playing with you I need to make sure I can fill the order as it was placed, so say goodbye to your lower openings for a while dear." Jean winked before adjusting Rebeca's pose so her legs were spread wide and her head was looking down. Jean then knelt down and ran her hands along her girlfriend's inner thighs, lightly brushing her fingers over the helpless girl's exposed vagina before looking up to meet her fixed gaze and saying, "I'll be missing this enough for the both of us so try to enjoy this experience!" She then leaned in and delicately kissed Rebecka's nether regions.

    Slowly and deliberately Jean traced her lips over ever square millimeter of her girlfriend's folds, sometimes flicking her tongue out for a moment to tease at the flesh before sealing the area with her lips. Being sure to avoid contact with Rebecka's thighs Jean spent a few minutes with her head in Rebecka's crotch while the frozen girl stood unable to voluntarily react to the stimulation she was receiving. When Jean pulled away she examined her handiwork: Rebecka's crotch was now a smooth expanse of plastic, and looking up to her exposed breasts it was clear that she enjoyed her girlfriend's ministrations. Taking a now hardened nipple between her fingers Jean gave Rebecka a sultry look and purred "I'm glad you enjoyed that as much as I did Becka." Jean grabbed Rebecka's hand and guided it up under her shirt towards her own more modest chest, letting the frozen girl feel that Jean was just as aroused as she now was. "Mmm... your hand feels great there, but I made a promise to myself that I won't finish until you are, so while I may get," Jean moved her girlfriend's other hand to cup her crotch, where the frozen girl was able to feel a slight dampness, "distracted, I'll make sure you're fully prepared before I put your perfect body to use. Of course that gives me incentive to get you done quickly so let's get you posed properly."

    Working in silence, Jean began posing Rebecka like a doll, guiding her limbs into the pose they would be holding as a full-fledged mannequin. Jean started off by strapping the heels to Rebecka's feet, accentuating her long shapely legs. Jean then made sure Rebecka's calf was back in contact with the support rod before kissing the area around it, creating a plastic locking mechanism securing Rebecka to the base. From there Jean brought Rebecka's legs back together a little bit and turned them in slightly towards each other, stealing a rub at Rebecka's sealed crotch whenever she was working near her thighs. Moving to the torso Jean aligned Rebecka's firmer-than-usual stomach with her pelvis before slightly twisting her chest towards the right and leaning her forward a touch. Jean stole a kiss at Rebecka's bellybutton during this, transforming the natural looking innie into a small ovular divot in otherwise flat plastic. Jean move Rebecka's left arm with her hand on her hip, while her right arm was posed straight down from the shoulder slightly behind her back with the palm parallel to the ground and fingers splayed. Rebecka's head was then posed looking slightly down over her left shoulder, and her face moulded from the the surprised and angry expression it was wearing when she froze, into a sultry come-hither look. Jean stepped back to see the overall effect and decided that something was missing, so she moved Rebecka's left hand from it's position on her hip to a palm up position just under her breasts just to attract more attention to the already prominent mounds of flesh.

    "You look amazing Becka, I have to say I'm pretty good at posing you. Let me go grab a mirror so you can see the effect!" Jean left the room briefly and returned with a full length mirror that she leaned against the wall in Rebecka's limited field of view before circling around behind her for an embrace. "There, now you can watch as I help you achieve the perfection you strive for, I'll give you a bit of a show first though after all, why should you be the only one who gets to be naked?" Jean then circled back around into Rebecka's view and began to put on strip-tease. Jean's tank top was the first thing to go, revealing that she hadn't been wearing a bra, a fact that Rebecka had noticed a few seconds ago when two rock hard nibs had been pressed against her back. Jean then made a show of slowly undoing the zipper on her jeans revealing a heart on her panties and shortly after a rather large wet spot. The panties followed shortly, with Jean hanging them off of Rebecka's splayed right hand. "There we go, now that we're a little more even let's start the main event."

    Jean wasted no time kneeling down and starting work on Rebecka's left leg. Working out from the support rod Jean ran her hands all up and down the leg, stealing squeezes at Rebecka's butt, while kissing and licking the flesh away transforming it into smooth plastic. Once most of the leg was transformed she removed the sandal and worked on the foot, making sure to get at every last piece of flesh. She repeated this process with the right leg, this time starting from the foot and working up. Occasionally Jean would stop and rub herself up against her girlfriend's new plastic limbs, but would manage to bring herself back to the task at hand before becoming too caught up in her distraction. With her girlfriend's legs done Jean decided to finish the whole lower half, and so started work on the pelvis up to the hips, this time taking breaks to go over Rebecka's crotch again. When the front half was finished Jean moved to the back, before she started the change though she poked her head around so Rebecka could see it in the mirror and said "I know you might be angry with me for this, so I'm going to start kissing your ass now to make it up to you." After giving the fleshy cheeks one last squeeze Jean started doing just that, giving Rebecka rock-hard buns. Continuing on the back Jean kissed and licked, following the line of Rebecka's spine first then branching out. She placed lines of kisses down each of Rebecka's sides creating pools of hard plastic within the soft flesh before licking the unaffected areas. While Jean's mouth was busy transforming her hands were busy alternating between playing with Rebecka's nipples and rubbing anywhere that had already become plastic. When Rebecka's entire back had been transformed Jean gave her another embrace from behind, the moving girl reveling in the cool, smooth feeling of her girlfriend's plastic parts. Jean almost let herself get distracted from her goal in that position, but her hands feeling the flesh on Rebecka's stomach reminded her that there was still work to be done.

    Lips met stomach and soon Rebecka had a harder stomach than even the most aggressive fitness lover, along with an equally hard torso just up to under her breasts. Those Jean decided to leave as a treat for near the end, first transforming Rebecka's right shoulder arm and hand, taking each finger fully into her mouth and running her tongue all over them. the left shoulder followed, as well as the hand, and most of the arm. Jean left the elbow untouched though, as she'd had to move the arm out of the way before transforming the torso, and having a something blocking the way would be no fun while changing the breasts. With the arm done Jean embraced Rebecka from the front and started kissing at her neck, sometimes biting a bit before getting her lips or tongue involved. By this point all that was left of Rebecka's flesh was her face, elbow and chest, so Jean decided it was time to lighten the load on her girlfriend's chest. Rebecka's nipples were still fully erect and Jean slowly worked her way towards them, sometimes planting long slow kisses, sometimes lightly brushing her lips against the soft flesh below, sometimes licking. No matter the method flesh would quickly become plastic, and before long the large fleshy mounds on Rebecka's chest were just two round orbs with fleshy protrusions, which Jean grabbed with her fingers to play with. Jean then leaned in and kissed Rebecka's lips, then traced her lips down Rebecka's chin so that the plastic lips weren't an isolated patch. Jean delicately traced her lips over the rest of her girlfriend's face, taking special care around the eyes, which became green glass orbs embedded in the plastic sockets. With Rebecka's face done Jean allowed herself to kiss away Rebecka's aureola, making it the same colour and smoothness as the rest of the breast, before finally taking Rebecka's nipples between her lips. The result was rounded plastic breasts with a realistic but still too-perfect plastic nipple capping off each, just the right size to be seen though a tight fitting swimsuit but not enough to be obscene. Jean then swung Rebecka's mostly plastic left arm back into place before hardening up the elbow with her tongue. Jean wasn't ready to kiss at Rebecka's scalp through her hair , so she brought out a cream the store owner had given her and used that to finish the transformation. "I can already hear you wondering why I didn't just use this cream on the rest of you, but I think you already know the answer to that: It wouldn't have been as fun! Anyway I've finished you off so it's time for you to finish me off!" Jean gave her plastic girlfriend a wicked grin before reaching down, decoupling the mannequin from the support, and carrying her off to bed.