With the last movements Joan's rapidly hardening body could afford her she moved to pull at her panties; tightening the fabric against her now plastic folds before freezing in place. Eying herself in the mirror opposite her pedestal to see how she turned out she figured she had a good chance of moving again that evening once her owner arrived home. Being the newest mannequin in the house she had the least experience with seducing her owner, couple that with a pedestal in an out of the way hallway and she hadn't been granted movement in the evening hours for weeks. Today though was going to be different: Joan had sought advice from Michelle, Owner's original mannequin. Joan had been nervous of course, Michelle spent all of her time frozen in plastic as she had always been a mannequin, not a girl that owner was able to make into one. There were even rumours that it was Michelle making it possible for girls like Joan to become plastic, not Owner, and that if a mannequin wasn't good enough, or annoyed Michelle, she would stop freezing them each afternoon. Still, Joan figured that if anyone would know how to seduce Owner it would be a lingerie mannequin and Owner's first obsession, so she braved going into Michelle's personal display room.<br /><br />Now here Joan was, posed in the way that Michelle had first been posed in, only wearing even less. The other mannequins hadn't been wrong, it was Michelle who controlled their transformations, and in exchange for the advice Joan had been given an ultimatum: if she didn't seduce Owner tonight, she would be sold to a shop somewhere to find someone who she could seduce, the way Michelle had found owner. Thinking about that, Joan wasn't sure which way she wanted tonight to go, but she knew that either way she'd be happy in plastic.