A Job Offer

    I had just finished university, earning a bachelors of design from a reasonably well known school. I'd always had an interest in theater and movies and was hoping to get in to set design, and after spending a couple of weeks relaxing and celebrating with friends I was set to start the long process of job applications. So imagine my surprise when I checked my email that first morning I'd decided to get to work and found this waiting for me:

From: [email protected]
Subject: Visual Merchandiser position

Hello Timothy,

    My name is Brooke LaChance and I am the proprietor of the Dusk Boutique line of women's clothing and accessory stores here in the GTA. I am seeking a new visual merchandiser willing to work at stores across the region and one of your professors, Lisa Yafham, is a friend of mine who recommended that I speak with you, saying you have a talent for drawing the eye. If you are interested in the job please come by our flagship store, located on the third floor of the Eaton Centre any day this week between 9-5 and ask for me.

I look forward to meeting you,

Brook LaChance

    I read the email over a few times just to see if I'd missed something. I'd heard of people getting job offers without looking for them, I just figured it would never happen to me, especially for something like a visual merchandiser position. I'd studied interior design with a focus on the theatrical, not retail, and Lisa knew that. Heck, her class was on costume design which I took just to get an idea of what some of my future co-workers would end up doing. Though if I'm honest there was another motivation behind taking that class: working with mannequins. No, not the french word for models, though that was an option for showing off our work, but actual plastic mannequins. The school provided dressmakers dummies for making and fitting costumes, but I always preferred showing off my designs on more the more realistic mannequins they had, partly because I could choose their hair and do proper makeup on them, and partly because I found the female frozen figures sexy as hell. I actually bought a mannequin to help with my displays as the realistic choices offered by the school were limited and often snatched up before I could get them. I dubbed her Rachel and she stands in my apartment to this day, inspiring many fantasies and single-handedly increasing the frequency at which I purchase kleenex.

    It then occurred to me that a visual merchandiser probably dealt with mannequins. Had Lisa noticed my attraction to the figures? Was she recommending me for this job based solely on a fetish she had sniffed out? If so... she's a more awesome prof than I realized. Or maybe she just liked what I did with the figures, that was more likely, as I tried to arrange what mannequins I could get into small dioramas for my critiques. But didn't visual merchandising also include things like display racks and signage? I'd never studied designing for retail and would be totally out of my depth. But... going out to a mall and talking to someone who was interested in hiring me was a heck of a lot more motivating than sitting at a desk combing through job-sites for anything in my field, so it wasn't long before I found myself on the subway heading downtown to hopefully land a job.

    Entering the mall through the subway entrance I took a moment to enjoy the relative quiet that greeted me. Sure there was your standard mall-background music playing, but anything was better than the constant white-noise of the subway. I'd always liked coming here during its less busy periods, not that those aren't still busy, but it gives me a chance to browse shops I like without having to jostle for position. The main benefit though was less people to notice me gazing too long at a mannequin that might catch my eye. There aren't really that many stores left that use realistic mannequins so when I see one I like to drink it in. Thinking about this, it clicked in my mind just what the Dusk Boutique was: a store that used the most realistic and sexy mannequins I've ever seen, and the variety was fantastic too. I'd walk past one day and there would be a short Caucasian mannequin with huge breasts and a body with just a little heft to it posed in a flirty style wearing nothing but a nighty and some panties. The next week she's replaced with a tall, lithe Latino woman in sportswear obviously caught in the middle of a workout. The poses were never standard and no two mannequins were ever alike, it made me want to ask where they acquired their displays but I always figured they were custom made and obviously too expensive for me to purchase. Still, I'd stolen many a glance at their displays in the past and the thought of maybe getting to work with the lovely figures was getting me a little excited.

    Realizing I needed to clear my thoughts I headed for the food court for a quick bit of lunch. Deciding on a soup from a booth selling ramen and udon I took my tray and sat at a counter facing towards the main walkway, figuring I could do some people watching to help take my mind off the plastic beauties I might be working with. In this instance though the relative quiet of the mall worked against me, and most of the passerby weren't worth paying any attention to, and I found my mind drifting to fantasies of dressing up, or down, the Dusk Boutique's mannequins. Not able to clear my daydreams from my mind, I debated if going to meet with Brooke today was a good idea. Meanwhile my feet had decided they wanted to take me to the store to actually see what my brain was so hot and bothered about, and I soon found myself standing outside the store looking in the window. And being looked back at from the window. It appeared that I had arrived as one of the employees, hopefully a visual merchandiser, was changing the clothes on a mannequin. She was drop-dead gorgeous, must have been about 163cm (5' 4") but of course she was in heels and so stood about 5cm (2") taller. Her body was beautifully proportioned at 93/57/86cm (36.6/22/33.86") and she was wearing a tight-fitting sweater that just made her curves all the more delicious. To top it off she had a face that hinted at Asian ancestry, likely Japanese. She actually drew my attention away from the mannequin she was dressing, and I couldn't believe that she was real. She noticed my staring though, and laughed a bit, then looked up and down the mall before reaching over and squeezing the breast of the dummy beside her with one hand, while giving me the "shhh" gesture with the other. I just stared even more, and worried about becoming obviously turned on by the display. She just laughed some more before gesturing at me to come inside the store, pointing to the entrance and stepping out of the window. When a girl like that tells a guy like me to do something I should have been doing anyway, I do it.

    Entering the store the top heavy young woman approached me, "Hi! Sorry for the little tease out there, I like to have some fun in the window when I'm able to." She flashed me a flirtatious smile and offered her hand, "I'm Cindy."

"Timothy." I replied, accepting the handshake.

    Recognition flashed in her eyes "Oh! Brooke mentioned you might be coming by this week, she's actually free right now. Let me take you back to meet her!" Without letting go of my hand or waiting for a response Cindy started pulling me through the store.

    I managed to stammer out a "Sure, thanks." while she did this, and managed to take in my surroundings a bit before I got dragged into the back. The store was large for being in a mall and so sold a wide variety of women's clothing, all of their own brand. It catered to a high-end clientele and the store showed it, having a sleek modern design to it. What really caught my attention in those few short moments though was the mannequins, it seemed that each section had two or three of them up on pedestals displaying the latest trends. I'd really missed out on some fantasy material by not coming into the store before. I didn't get a real chance to take them in though as I soon found myself outside of Brooke's office, with Cindy knocking on the door.

"Come in." Came a voice from the other side in a light french accent.

Opening the door Cindy announced "Hi Brooke, Timothy is here!"

Brooke turned to regard me, "You don't waste time, that's good. Please have a seat and we can talk. Cindy you can leaave Tina as she is in the window, and take care of what we'd discussed earlier in the store-room."

"OK, thanks Brooke!" Cindy then turned to me, "I look forward to being a part of your work Timothy!" and then she was out the door, leaving me wondering about her odd phrasing.

I took the offered chair in front of Brooke's desk, and the business woman wasted no time in getting down to business. "First off, do you mind if I call you Timothy? I'm not big on formalities, you can call me Brooke of course."

"Not at all Brooke."

Before I could continue she started up again, "thank you Timothy. I'm sorry for having you come out here with so little information. Besides talking face to face being a personal preference there are things about the job that work best when shown, not written."

"I don't mind coming here at all Brooke, but I am curious as to what this job is. And not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what I've been considered for it."

    Brooke smiled gently, "Well I can understand your confusion. Lisa told me what your degree is in, but she also said you have a real talent for putting together displays." Brooke then turned her monitor around for me to see what was on it "And beyond just telling me she shared some pictures of what you've done."

    On the screen was a picture of the display I'd put together for my final critique in Lisa's class. Three mannequins, one male and two female, were dressed up in the costumes I'd made. The male was dressed in wizard robes, and was pointing a glowing wand prop that I'd made at one of the female mannequins, Rachel actually. The bottom half of her costume was a playboy bunny outfit while the top was just a sweatshirt I'd bought from goodwill. I'd managed to pose her as if she was surprised at what was happening. The other mannequin was dressed up like a cat-girl and was reclining next to the wizard mannequin. I'd installed some LEDs into the bunny and kitty outfits to give the impression that they were glowing. Meanwhile I'd lined the sweater with a weave of Christmas lights so that it really lit up and looked like it was being affected by the magic wand. Brooke beat me to saying anything about the work, "This is a pretty creative use of the figures. Your costuming needs some work, but I understand these were hand made. Luckily costuming isn't what I want to hire you for, I want you to handle my store's window and floor displays."

My eyes went wide, "Umm..." was all I could get out.

"Naturally I would like to test your abilities a bit before I actually offer you the job, assuming you're interested..?" She trailed off.

"I am very much interested!" I said, probably a little too enthusiastically.

Thankfully Brooke just laughed a bit, "Alright then follow me and we'll see if you're who I'm looking for."

    She led me for a short way through the back of the store, and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her. Brooke was a tall woman, probably around 175cm (5' 9"), and while she didn't have the proportions of her busty employee, Brooke was certainly no slouch in the looks department. She wore a ruffled white blouse that just hinted at the curve of her breasts and tucked neatly into her slim black pants, showing off her hips and long shapely legs. Unlike her employee Brooke wore flats, leaving it to my imagination what those legs would look like in heels.

    Entering the room I was greeted by the sight of three mannequins, each wearing casual apparel consisting of jeans and a tank-top or t-shirt, and each one a vision of beauty in plastic. There was the Caucasian and Latino mannequins I mentioned earlier along with a Black mannequin that split the difference between the other two for build. being moderately athletic while still having some very nice curves. They poses they were in though weren't great, with there being no cohesion between the group.

    "Timothy, meet Grace," Brooke gestured to the Caucasian mannequin who was posed as if seducing a lover, giving a come hither look while leaning forward a bit and propping her breasts up on on arm. "Laura," the Latino mannequin was posed as if she was lifting weights. "And Jackie." the Black mannequin who oddly enough was posed just like a barbie doll in a box, arms at her sides and legs together and straight. "These three are supposed to be having a girl's day out, but as you can see they, while they're dressed for it, they still don't look like it. You'll find that they're quite pose-able though, more so that you might expect from figures like them. So please, arrange these girls in a fashion that shows the fun times customers can have with their friends while wearing the clothes we sell here."

    My stomach wanted to leap out of my body with nervousness while my dick wanted to go rock hard with excitement. It was a weird feeling and all I could to to simply say "Sure, do I have a time limit?" to Brooke.

    "I think half an hour should be good. That gives you some time to think of a pose for each of these girls, as well as time to get used to posing them." Brooke must have sensed my feelings because she added "And there's no need to be nervous, the girls won't judge if you feel them up a bit!" Winking at me, Brooke left me alone with the display.

    It took me a minute to recover from her last words, but when I fully registered them all I could do was laugh at myself, had I really been that obvious? Still, my stomach had settled down and I was feeling ready to earn this job. I took a while to think my poses over while idly attempting to move Jackie out of her boring pose. To my surprise I found she could move in most ways a human could, despite lack of articulation in her joints and her body feeling like it was made of the same plastic as Rachel's. I'd need to ask Brooke how these things were made. I played with posing her for a while before taking in the room I was in and noticing something I could use for my final display.

    I started with Jackie since I'd been playing with her, moving her body into a pensive pose with her "weight" resting on right foot, left leg bent, her right hand holding her chin and the left hand holding her right elbow. Her face would be the selling point of this pose though, and I made sure to give her an exaggerated thoughtful look that screamed sarcasm, all the while marveling at how much I could change her face.

    Moving on to Laura I set her facial pose first. Giving her a wide, reassuring smile that would sell the pose of her body. I gave her a version of the classic Vanna White pose, placing her left hand on her hip and her right hand out to her side, palm up with her arm bent and her elbow pointing down. Her hand was placed at the height of Grace's neck. Meanwhile Laura's body arched slightly into her left hand creating pleasing curve. To complete Laura's pose I grabbed a store name-tag that someone had left behind and pinned it to the t-shirt.

    Grace was last and I again started with the face, giving her a nervous smile and doubtful eyes that said "does this really look good on me?" and posed her in mid pirouette as if she was showing off for Jackie. Grace's pose was finished off by throwing some extra clothing over a rack that I placed near her, giving the whole scene the impression of a girl trying on things in a changing room.

    I'd just finished my display and realized that I'd been so focused that I hadn't actually felt up any of the mannequins, deliberately anyway, I'm sure I touched a breast butt or crotch while posing them. The thought was in my head now though so I wandered over to Grace and placed my hands on her fabric covered breasts, enjoying the feeling of the round globes on my palms.

    "I don't think you finished quite early enough for that" I heard in a sing-song voice behind me, causing me to jump and nearly topple Grace. Thankfully her stand held her fast.

"Brooke, umm.."

    She just laughed "Don't worry Timothy, I told you they won't judge you, and I assure you neither will I. Anyway I like your display here! very creative use of what you were given. I'll have one of the other staff move these girls into position out on the floor, for now there's one thing I need to show you before you can say you want the job I'm going to be offering you. Follow me"

    Not really knowing how to feel, after having been caught in the act and then told I was being offered a job I just silently followed Brooke to another door in the back.

    "OK Timothy, behind this door is a big secret of being a VM here. I'm going to properly introduce you to one of the tools you'll be working with should you accept my offer." Brooke seemed more serious than she'd been in the short time I'd known her, but she opened the door and ushered me into the room before closing the door. I heard a click indicating it had been locked and realized an instant too late that the room was pitch black.

    "Great... What have I gotten myself into" I said aloud. And then I heard movement, I instinctively backed up but quickly hit the door, and before I could move to either side I felt something touch my hand. Something cold, and hard, something that I immediately recognized but dismissed as impossible, at least until I felt the same material come in contact with my chest, and the rest of my body. Most noticeable though was having it on my lips, and in my mouth, and all around my tongue. My brain very quickly said "fuck the impossible" and that's kind of what I did that day. My clothes came off quickly and my invisible partner wasted no time in seeing to the one part of me that was as hard as her. I groped in the dark to feel her breasts and crotch, but she moved out of the way when I found them, seeing to my needs but evidently not wanting anything for her troubles at the moment. I stopped trying and allowed the unseen figure to work her magic, and just before the moment of my release my nose caught a hit of plastic smell, and my face was presented with a smooth expanse of it, waiting for my tongue to dart up and lick it. So lick I did, returning the pleasure that my partner had given to me, while she expertly kept me on the brink of releasing myself. Eventually she shuddered, a movement which caused her to finish me off, and as I lay there panting in the dark, I felt my partner get off of me, and heard her move to somewhere in the room, then the lights came on.

    "Heya Timothy, did you enjoy it?" I heard Cindy before I saw her, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden brightness.

"Cindy? What was that?" Still squinting I could make out the silhouette of a busty woman across the room.

"That was me welcoming you to the store as my and the other girl's new VM! Did I do good?"

"What... I don't think my mind correctly processed what just happened. If that was you, why did you feel like you were plastic?" My sight still hadn't come back fully, but I was starting to make out some colours and Cindy wasn't looking quite how I'd remembered her.

"Because I am plastic silly."

"OK now you're just messing with..." My eyes finally fully adjusted and I say Cindy standing at the far end of the room, shiny and plastic, "me. How..."

"Let me cut you off and explain, and don't worry I was just as confused as you at first. I started working at this store about four months ago as a VM just like you. And just like you I was introduced to the fact that the mannequins here are, or were, living women, by Brooke. Grace is an excellent partner by the way, be sure to get some time with her."

"What? Are you saying that I'm going to end up like you if I work here?"

"No silly, this place doesn't need male mannequins and it's easier for the company that makes us to use women to make female mannequins then to try to start with a male. Besides I can already tell Brooke likes you, and you're taking me being a mannequin remarkably well all things considered. Now get some clothes on and lets go see Brooke so she can explain things. Ever wanted to be dressed by a mannequin?" Cindy looked down, "Yup, looks like you have. Here, let me indulge you."

A few minutes and a bit of light petting later I was seated in Brookes office with Cindy occupying a stand near the door, frozen in some fashion before I had entered the room.

"So Timothy," Brooke began, "you now know a little of our secret. I'm prepared to share the whole thing if you wish to work for me." She handed me an employment contract.

"I am eager to find out what's going on here, but do you mind if I read this first, I want to make sure there's no 'I get to turn you into a mannequin' clause." I reply.

"I can assure you that there isn't one, but take your time with it. Do you wish to come back here tomorrow with it signed to start your position?"

I looked at the time 4:00 and decided that was wise "Sure. I'll e-mail you if I find anything objectionable enough to not accept the job over."

"That's fair. Be here at 8:00 tomorrow for training if you accept."

"OK. Enjoy the rest of your day Brooke!"

"You too Timothy."

    I read the contract on the way home, and the job basically entailed going from store to store and setting up the displays there, and only the mannequin displays, I was also given free creative direction for the most part, with Brooke saying she reserved the right to impose themes if she felt it necessary or wanted to show off a specific product line. There was nothing about becoming a mannequin myself, but there was a clause saying I could order new figures should I feel it necessary. I... tried not to think about that too much that first night, but that didn't prevent the thought from invading my dreams.

    The next morning I arrived at the store at 7:55, and Brooke came out to the front door to let me in promptly at 8:00.

"Glad to see you Timothy, that contract there signed?" she gestured to the sheets in my hand.

"Yes they are boss, I'm ready for training."

"Please, still just call me Brooke, it's nice being called by my name sometimes. Cindy uses it, and Jessica too, but the rest of the girls just call me owner." Brooke rolled her eyes.

"I don't quite know how to respond to that..."

"Oh right, I didn't give you the full rundown. Well, the company that I get the store's mannequins from uses real women as their material. I don't know the whole process but it involves hypnosis and some kind of chemicals. They start by convincing the woman that she is, in fact, a mannequin, and not a human woman. Once that is done they use their chemicals to permanently alter the girl's body, turning her into a true plastic mannequin, but leaving the ability to take on a human form."

"So... if I'm getting this right, the mannequins here are alive, but even when they come to life they're mannequins? But that doesn't make sense with how Cindy behaved yesterday."

"Cindy is a special case, she went into the process willingly so she was allowed to remember that she was once human, like all the other girls though she's just a display piece now. Jessica, who's currently on display in another store is another special case, they left her some of her memories of being a human, but convinced her that she had always been a mannequin, and that some force brought her to life and made her act like a human. The company then returned her to her real form as a sexy object, and she was happy to have it happen because human life was to complicated for a dummy like her."

"And the rest of the girls?"

"You can wake them up, they have some of their human personality, but they're mannequins first and foremost, they want directions on how to pose, they want to be dressed up pretty, and won't dress themselves by the way even if told to, and they want to be frozen back up for display. They're also always fond of their owner and VM, and know that pleasing either one of those is a good way to be displayed in what they think are better locations. Feel free to take advantage of that, since they enjoy it too. Just cause they're objects now doesn't mean they don't deserve some fun." Brooke winked.

"I guess I can see why you want this all to be kept secret, but what about your sales staff? do they know all of this?"

"They do," Brooke gave a wicked little smile "and they don't."

"You are going to have to explain what you mean by that." I reply with a baffled look.

"No, I think it would be more fun for you to experiment. You've got a thing for Asians right?"

I blushed furiously, "How did-"

Brooke cut me off, "Lisa told me about Rachel, Asian mannequins are rare from normal manufacturers, you would have had to go out of your way to get her. Anyway I don't judge about things like this, I'm the one placing orders with a company to turn women into sexy living toys. But we're getting off track. There's a girl coming in this morning by the name of Lin. She's going to be on cash by herself, I want you to introduce yourself to her, and at some point during your interaction with her I want you to say these words: Lin what do you think of my display?"

"Oh. I get it now. She's been hypnotized by the company so she doesn't clue in to why the mannequins here are so different from everywhere else."

"Figured it out huh? Well there's more to it than that, Lin, like all my sales staff, is already part mannequin. I could place an order for her with the company and have her plastic and ready for display in a couple of weeks. Normally processing takes a month to a month and a half depending on how easy it is to seamlessly remove the woman from her old life. With Lin and the other employees though they're just going in for final processing, with the company having any loose ends ready to tie up. Some of our customers are primed as well and that phrase is the way to tell who is and who isn't already partly processed. If they respond 'it would look better with me in it' then they're primed. Or they have a fetish and are easy enough to process. Keep an eye out for those women when you need new mannequins for a display or I'm opening a new store. Once you've worked here a little longer I'll give you the phrase to activate their mannequin programming and have them show up at the company's front door for the final push. For now though work with what you've got and check with me before placing any orders. If you like Lin though let me know, I've been wanting another Chinese figure for a while and she'd be a good candidate for it."

I kind of took the whole 'turning women into mannequins' thing a lot more calmly than I probably should have. And I was way more open to the idea of having some random girl I'd never met suffer that fate than I ever thought I would be. Looking back on this moment, it was probably the first time I came to grips with the fact that my fetish for mannequins was in part a fetish for control, I loved the fact that I had this power over the already mannequinized girls, that I could have them pleasure me any way I chose, and then freeze them back up when finished. And I loved the fact that I could extend that control to others, to add them to my circle of influence by removing any influence they had on their own lives. I had to deal with the fact that playing out my fantasies in my head was one thing, but living them was another. Long term, would I be able to live with myself?

That's a question to be answered another day though, you probably want to hear all about the rest of my training with Brooke on the best ways to make use of my unusual new tools.