So a year or so after acquiring her I had a change of heart regarding the girl I tricked into becoming a mannequin. I never did work up the nerve to use my plastic-to-silicone flash, so she's spent that time as a simple display dummy, being re-posed to suit whatever I wanted her to wear. Eventually though, I started to feel somewhat sad for her. Yes she'd be beautiful forever, which is what she'd been wanting, but at the cost of her humanity? I doubted she'd consider that a fair price. So I amped up the strength of the flash I used to make her poseable, and shot. At first she didn't move, remaining in the simple sitting pose I'd placed her in. Then she blinked a couple of times, before slowly tilting her head to look up at me. I expected a barrage of insults, or a scream, or even a simple inquiry as to why. What she said instead took me by complete surprise: "Are you bored with me?"<br />I couldn't even manage an actual word, merely managing to exclaim "huh?"<br />She repeated, moving only her lips "Are you bored with me? Is that why you changed me back? If you're bored of me, you could sell me." Her face defaulted back to the pretty smile I'd moulded into it when she wasn't speaking.<br />I managed to stammer out a response after a short silence. "No, I'm not bored of you in fact I still love having you decorate my house. I just feel sorry for what I did to you."<br />"You... feel bad? What you did to me? What are you talking about?"<br />I was starting to wonder if being transformed for so long had affected her brain. "Because I made you into an object and treated you like my property against your will."<br />"Oh! Hmm... could you give me that phone of yours for a second?"<br />I knew that handing her the phone could mean letting her transform me, but I felt that I deserved it after what I'd done to her, so I handed it over.<br />"Thanks!" After saying that she quickly navigated to the camera app, held up the phone, and flashed herself back into plastic.<br />"Ummm... O...kay... Is this your way of telling me you actually like being a mannequin?" I ask as I recover my phone from her frozen fingers. "I guess you figure that just saying that wouldn't convince me. And you're right, it wouldn't have. I still think you might be a little nuts from being plastic for so long though, so I'm going to change you back.<br />After a quick flash she moves back into her initial sitting position and looks up at me again. "Why? I enjoyed this from the start. Just change me back, please. You obviously have, or maybe had, a fetish for mannequins, well I have a fetish for being one. Is that hard to understand?"<br />Her explanation actually hadn't occurred to me before, but the realization hits me hard. It also turns me on pretty well too, a fact that she's all too quick to notice.<br />"Ah! I remember seeing that." She teases, actually breaking her pose to come over and cups it in her left hand. "You DO still want me" she purrs, drawing in close to me. "Just so you don't feel bad about it: I don't have to just be for display you know" with that she pulls me into a deep kiss. Pulling away suddenly she exclaims "Now, I'll take that!" and grabs my phone with her free hand "go upstairs now. Wait 10 seconds from when I call for you, then come down and put me to use however you'd like." She pushes me towards the stairs, her seduction tactics leaving me rattled enough for her to easily move me. <br />Once out of the basement I made a snap decision. Not knowing how long I have, I race further up to my bedroom and fish out my old phone, the one equipped with the silicone flash. I just made it back to the main floor, after completely stripping down, when I hear her call. On returning to the basement I find this scene awaiting me. Saying nothing, I collect my current phone, and hit her with the flash from my old one. I walk over, pull off her panties, spread her new soft silicone thighs, and said "You've chosen this, so I'm going to ensure you enjoy it as much as I will."