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[Mannequin TF] The Mannequin
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 21:00:04 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
Matt accidentally gets his fingers pricked by a magic needle and is transformed into a mannequin who struggles to move but is very sensitive to touch.
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As I pushed open the door to her shop, the familiar tinkle of the bell greeted me. Kate was sitting cross-legged on the floor, needle in hand and a long black gown in her lap.
"Hey, Matt! Thanks for coming," she said, self-consciously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Especially since I can't...you know, pay."
I knew business had been slow lately, slow enough that Kate had been forced to let her assistant go. Normally, I wouldn't work for free, but I'd known Kate since we were in middle school, and her passion had always been sewing and dressmaking. I couldn't just sit by and watch her dream slowly die.
"No problem! What can I do?"
"The delivery truck just pulled up around back." She smiled. "If you could help unload everything, that would be great! I'll take this into the back room to finish up, and then, hopefully, I can be out here to help you when we open."
"Not a problem," I replied, rolling up my sleeves. "Manual labour is something I can do!"
My arms were thick with muscle from years of high school rugby, so I was glad she'd asked me to lift boxes and not hem somebody's skirt. My fingers weren't exactly delicate; I'd probably struggle to even pick up one of those tiny needles, let alone thread it.
The delivery truck had unceremoniously dumped the order at the back of the shop in a pile: bolts of fabric, boxes of thread and who knows what else. I sighed; they could have at least left things a little tidier and easy to move. I grabbed the first bolt and carried it into the shop. I worked quickly, unloading the supplies one by one. A small part of me wondered if maybe this favour would be enough for Kate to see me in a different light. I'd always had a little crush on her, but it was obvious she saw me as nothing but a friend, and I wasn't going to ruin that by asking her out, especially since I knew the answer would be no. I could only hope acts like this one might sway her.
I entertained one of these fantasies as I opened one of the bigger boxes and sunk a hand inside, expecting more smaller containers that could be shifted more easily. Instead, something sharp pricked my finger. I pulled back instinctively, shaking my hand.
"Ouch," I muttered, looking at the tiny puncture wound. Inside the box, nestled among spools of thread and buttons, was a strange, ornate needle glinting in the light.
"Are you okay?" Kate called from inside the shop.
"Yeah, just a little prick," I responded, waving it off. "You'd think manufacturers would keep the sharp ones more secure."
I reached down to remove the errant needle and blinked in surprise; it was gone. I unloaded the rest of the box, expecting to see it at the bottom after being knocked loose, but there was nothing.
With a shrug, I picked up one of the smaller boxes, ignoring the slight throbbing in my finger, and carried it inside. The feeling was odd, though. A strange numbness began to spread from my finger, up my arm, and throughout my body. I tried to shake it off, but my movements grew sluggish.
I could feel my hips clicking, like when I stretched in the morning after a stiff sleep but instead of just happening once or twice it was happening with each step. The same sensation was spreading all over my body; my shoulders and joins turning strangely stiff.
"K-Kate," I called, my voice sounding distant and hollow. I stumbled, dropping the box.
The contents spilled across the floor, but I barely noticed as the numbness overtook me completely. My vision blurred, the world around me shifting and warping. Or maybe it was me who was doing the shifting.
My mouth was still open from calling out and seemed to freeze in place along with the rest of my face. I felt strangely lightheaded as if my whole mind was becoming empty. No, not my mind. I was thinking just fine, but my head. My whole body was starting to feel hard and hollow.
I tried to move but my body was rigid, stuck in place standing ramrod straight with my arms reached out, elbow bent at 90 degree angles from carrying the box. Despite the stiffness, there was an odd relaxation washing over me. It didn't take any effort to stand anymore, my whole body was as relaxed as it would be while laying down. And I could feel all my rough edges being smoothed over. Skin turning to a hard, perfectly smooth plastic.
I could feel that smoothness travelling to other areas of my body as well. I would have flinched if I could when I felt my cock disappearing. Replaced with smooth plastic like a Ken doll. Or perhaps a Barbie doll would be more accurate as my body was taking on the subtle yet obviously feminine curves of a woman’s body.
Then, it started to take on the not so subtle types of curves. Unlike real women, though, I didn’t feel two round balls on my chest but one giant curve to represent breasts, with no nipples to speak of. Was I turning into some sort of giant doll? The change had only just finished when I heard footsteps approaching and prayed it would be my salvation.
Kate stepped out into the alley and looked around curiously, spotting me and the fallen box but not giving me any more thought than a random object, oblivious to my plight. I tried to call out to her, but no sound escaped my lips. Panic surged through me as I realised I couldn't even blink.
"Odd, I didn't order a new mannequin," Kate muttered before stepping out into the street. "Matt? Where are you?"
I tried to reply but couldn’t. I was trapped in my own body! I could still hear, see and feel like I normally would, but I could also tell I was hollow, even before Kate easily picked me up and started to carry me inside. She wasn't exactly a big woman, so I had to be pretty light for her to carry me without too much trouble. It was then that I realised I was functionally naked as well.
My clothing, having apparently disintegrated away into nothing, I was left with just my bare plastic skin held up against Kate's body. It felt odd, a mixture of arousal and guilt. I could feel the heat of her skin leaching into my body, feeling her skin essentially rubbing against mine, but I couldn’t tell her. It felt wrong to enjoy the way she hefted me up with the curve of my chest against her own warm breasts; she didn't know I was feeling her up, but in my defence, I couldn't do anything to stop it.
“Well, no use looking a gift horse in the mouth.” Kate smiled, “No harm in having an extra display after all! Now, where the hell did Matt disappear too?”
She walked back out the door, and instantly, I felt myself loosen up. It took me a few seconds, but I managed to twist my ankle sideways a fraction. Movement! Okay, I focused on trying to move until I successfully took a step. I was about to take a second when suddenly my body seized up. It wasn't painful, in fact, it was oddly relaxing, like all my muscles unwinding all at once, but instead of flopping to the ground, I froze in place.
A second later Kate walked back in with a sour look on her face; it was almost like I had a second sense for when people were coming and my body instinctively froze.
“He could have at least said something.” She muttered, “If he didn't want to help he should have just said…”
Oh no! She thought I'd ducked out on her; crap, that was the complete opposite of what I wanted! Kate sighed and shook herself before storming back towards the alleyway and finishing the unloading herself. She was carrying in the last of the boxes when I realised, to my horror, that she was about to walk right past me. It wouldn't have been an issue, but because I'd taken a single step forward, my foot was now in the way.
I desperately wished I could open my mouth to warn her, but at some point during my change, my open mouth had welded shut, forming a pair of useless plastic lips. I could only watch and wince in pain slightly as Kate tripped over my outstretched limb and went tumbling to the ground, box of supplies sprawled all over the floor.
“God fucking dammit!”
Wow. I'd never heard Kate swear before.
“Fucking…fuck! This day just sucks.” She sniffled, “First Matt abandons me now this, ugh.”
I wanted nothing more than to get down on my hands and knees to help clean, but of course I couldn’t. Kate gathered up the spilled items and stared at my foot with a furrowed brow.
“I thought I left you standing up straight.” She muttered, roughly ramming my leg back into place. “I bet you're faulty and that's why they just chucked you in with my order, that would be my luck.”
She began to run her fingers along my legs, pressing at the knee joints to see if she could find any issues. It was quite nice actually, like getting a leg massage but then her fingers started to creep upwards. They danced along my inner thighs and that arousal from before came flooding back.
This was a brand new level of pleasurable torture, it had been so long since I had anybody touch me intimately; the fact that it was the girl I'd liked for years now only made it harder to resist the tingling pleasure growing inside my hollow body. I couldn't wriggle, writhe or moan; I had no way to release the ecstasy that started to build as she pressed against my smooth crotch.
I didn't have any genitals to speak of but apparently they were not required. Her fingers pressed and stroked along imaginary folds and I felt an orgasm building up inside me. She kept one hand at the front of my mound while the other trailed up the side of my body, feeling the seams where the plastic met.
Oh God, I was going to cum. I couldn't help it! Ecstasy built and then released inside me but nobody would ever be the wiser. I was as stiff and silent as I had been before; forced to endure a mind shattering orgasm while frozen in space with Kate still pressing and touching me. After what felt like hours of aftershocks she finally stepped away and nodded to herself with a soft smile.
“Well, if there is anything wrong with you, I can't find it.” She shrugged.
If only she knew. God, I felt so bad that I lost control but the afterglow was still strong and I couldn't help but enjoy it. Just when I was finally starting to feel normal Kate appeared with clothes in hand and began to dress me. Once more she was touching my plastic body all over; pulling stockings up my legs before changing her mind and removing them entirely. Then slipping me into a custom black one piece swimsuit with rose embroidery and finishing the look with a handmade necklace patterned to look like petals of gold.
With the orgasm still lingering I couldn't help but feel like a lady of the night dressed like this. What would Kate think if she knew her utterly feminine mannequin was actually her friend the former rugby player? After what just happened though; I wasn't sure I ever wanted Kate to find out I'd been here the whole time. Maybe it would be better to lie and say I desperately needed coffee and got lost or something. Of course, I'd have to figure out a way to turn back before I could start worrying about any of that.
All day I watched from my post as Kate worked; when she wasn't selling to customers she was working hard on new garments. My heart went out to her each time somebody baulked at the prices; in this era of fast fashion even less people were willing to spend the money to get custom clothes made. Nobody seemed to appreciate just how much work went into every stitch and I felt myself growing angry at the unfairness of it all. Especially when some bubble gum blowing bitch refused to pay for the fabric she ruined with her gum.
“There is no way that plain old fabric costs twelve dollars a yard!” She complained. “You’re just trying to rip me off.”
“No see, the blend is quite unique and it cost me a lot for the bolt…” Kate tried but the woman was already walking away, waving her credit hard teasingly as she made for the door.
For a split second, neither of them had eyes on me and I felt that same freedom. There was just enough time for me to kick out a leg, just a tiny bit. It was subtle but I felt a good amount of satisfaction as the bitch tripped over me and landed on her fat ass. She cursed and pushed herself up to her feet just as Kate reached her with the card reader.
“...fine.”
My heart would have swelled if I had one. I didn't even mind when the woman kicked my leg back into place.
~
Time passed; Kate worked away, trying to keep up with working on garments while also working the counter and making far too little in sales. Every spare chance she got, she tried to call me.
“I’m not leaving any more messages, Matt. Just man up and answer me!”
Being frozen in place unable to defend myself was the worst. Now she was going to think I was just another asshole. I spent the rest of the day trying, in vain, to move. The stars never seemed to align again though and it was only when Kate finally closed up shop and walked out that I finally felt that stiffness loosen.
Moving still took more effort than before, but at last I could move. My plastic joints complained as I moved stiffly, like a marionette, toward a mirror. As I came into view in the glass I became very glad that I hadn't managed to move while Kate was looking. I would have scared her half to death. The uncanny way I moved along with my new appearance was…unsettling to say the least.
Or at least, unsettling to see moving. I really did just look like a regular plastic mannequin; with a painted on woman’s face. There was even a shiny sheen of pink across my lips and black lashes painted around my eyes. The actual face was almost totally smooth though, side from the hint of a nose and those lips.
I reached up awkwardly, glad I still had opposable fingers and ran them across the bump of my lips and shivered. They felt just as sensitive, if not more, then usual. I examined myself in the mirror, taking in my odd womanly, fake figure and felt myself compelled to strike a pose.
The first one was dynamic, like I was at the end of a runway with my butt out and arms up to the sky but the second was a more natural pose. Or at least, natural for a mannequin. With my elbows at 90 degrees and my head turned to the side. It was funny, now that I thought about it I had never seen anybody actually pose like this, yet shopkeepers posed their displays like this all the time. It felt oddly natural to stand here like this; relaxing even. As normal as breathing used to be.
I spent more time striking poses and examining myself as the night wore on, it was fascinating, I could move myself in so many interesting ways. I was just striking a pose like a ballerina, balancing on the tip of one foot with my arms raised, when all of a sudden that strange instinct took over one more and I froze in place.
I could only watch as Kate walked in looking tired and dejected and opened the curtains. I had no way to warn her, so as the light flooded the room she came face to face with me, posed as a dancer before the mirror.
“Agh!” She jumped back. “H-how did you get here?”
She looked around nervously.
“Fuck, if somebody broke in…” She rushed to the register and started going through the till.
I felt bad, Kate didn’t need any extra stress but like before, I was frozen in place. Eventually, Kate had searched the entire shop top to bottom and not found anything else out of place.
“Must be some sort of prank.” She muttered, grabbing me by the chest and hooking the other hand around my crotch and hefting me up.
Instantly, I felt my body heating, metaphorically anyway. Her fingers were literally brushing against where my pussy was. They were as close to being in me as they could be. I’d never experienced being fingered as a woman obviously, but if it felt half as good as this, I was jealous.
“Dammit, why this pose…”
Kate was muttering under her breath, trying to shift me awkwardly across the room and constantly adjusting her grip as her hands slid over my curves. I tried so hard not to focus on her fingers and they were making me feel but it was impossible. Whether I liked it or not the ecstasy was building until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her hands gripped my inner thighs just as I felt pleasure shudder through me; another guilt filled orgasm.
She placed me back in the centre of the shop and went about opening for the day. I relaxed, not that I had much choice, and tried hard not to enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm. If only Kate knew just how good her fingers felt. I’d never admit it out loud but I had often wondered how they felt, I’d seen her working dexterously away on garments. Turns out those fingers were very skilled in other areas too; I couldn’t help but wonder how amazing it would feel to have those fingers feel me up on purpose.
As the day wore on I watched with sympathy as people continued to come and go, with only a single person buying anything. However several did stop to admire me, or rather, the bathing suit I was in. One young woman with more hair than brains seemed especially taken with it.
“It’s a little small in the chest.” She muttered, running a hand over my curves so that the stretching fabric rubbed against me. “Ooooh but it feels lovely.”
Oh God, stop rubbing me! Why was she still running those fingers over the curve of my would-be chest? And why did it have to feel so good? I thought since I didn't have nipples my breasts wouldn’t be as sensitive; turns out, they just felt like one giant nipple instead.
“I can alter it for you if you like.” Kate said brightly, “We’d just need to get your measurements, but you might not need it. This fabric is very absorbent and stretchy, so it gives a little once you’re in the water.”
“Really?” The woman was still touching me, her fingers following the trail down the embroidered roses.
It didn't help that I was staring right at her, forced to watch as those fingers felt along the underlining and pressed between my legs. I couldn’t look away, my eyes were painted open and my head refused to turn. I had no choice but to look the unsuspecting woman in the eye as she made me cum for the second time that day without even realising.
“It’s very nice…but it’s a bit much for me.” She shrugged. “Did you know the shop down the road has one just like it for half the price.”
“No. I didn’t.” Kate deflated. “The fast fashion DFO?”
“Yes! That’s the one, I shop there all the time!”
“Well, these are handmade. They’ll last a lot longer than fast fashion trash.” Kate tried but the woman was already walking out the door.
I wanted very badly to give her a scare and smack those blonde curls right off her head. But once again, my body was frozen in place and I had no way of getting a little justice for my friend, or even communicating with her.
It seemed like I could move if I wanted to, but only when not being observed. If I was going to figure out a way to communicate with Kate I had to push past this strange new instinct. All day I did my best to move and get close to her but it was impossible. Between Kate herself and the on again off again customers I was always in the corner of somebody’s eye.
When Kate went out back I would have a few minutes to force myself to move, only to freeze in place again as soon as she returned. More than once she looked at me strangely and at first I’d hoped it was recognition, but then she’d move me back to my starting point with a furrowed brow and go on about her day.
“I swear you’re moving when I’m not watching…” She muttered before scoffing. “I really need to take a break before I go nuts from stress.”
There was no way around it; I had to find a way to move when people were watching. It was nearly impossible to fight against the subconscious instinct to stay still though. It was as alien to a mannequin to move when people were watching as it was for a normal person to walk on their hands; not impossible, but not at all natural.
Slowly, as the sun was starting to set and Kate went about tidying up the shop for the night, I was managing to shift my legs while she was in eyeshot, I even managed to wiggle my fingers not that she noticed.
Kate was sweeping away straw fabric and fibre off the floor before she stopped with her back to me and sniffled.
“Dammit…what am I going to do? I can’t keep the boutique open if I just sell one or two things a day. I have to find some way to stand out from the crowd…”
Oh Kate.
She swiped at her eyes furiously and my nonexistent heart ached. I couldn’t stand it, watching Kate be so upset. Without thinking my body moved and I crossed the floor to place a hand on her shoulder as a comforting gesture. Immediately she went stiff and turned to face me. I watched as the blood drained from her face and only then realised how things must look from her point of view, with my expressionless plastic face staring down at her, hand clutched at her shoulder.
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!”
I waved my hands back and forth, trying to apologise but without being able to speak I just looked like a flailing doll. Kate grabbed for the broom and started swiping it back and forth like a sword.
“Agh! Get back! Oh my God I should have known you were haunted or something!”
Kate brought the broom down on my head, wacking me over and over again while I flailed trying to defend myself. What I’d hoped looked like a defensive gesture obviously looked more sinister though because if anything she kept hitting me harder. This wasn’t at all like the horror movies where the girls just screamed and cried. If only I could speak!
Suddenly, the chalkboard behind the counter caught my eye and I felt stupid for not thinking of this sooner. I ran, grabbing the chalk as best I could in my awkward fingers and tried to write. It was hard enough but Kate was still at my back, bashing me with the damn broom. It took far longer than I would have liked but finally I managed to scratch my name into the chalk and Kate stopped.
“Matt?” She whispered and for a second I thought she understood, only for her face to harden. “You! What did you do to him!?”
The chalk shattered in my grip and I grabbed for another awkwardly writing ‘its me’ on the board along with an arrow. The broom was raised above Kate’s head again but slowly she lowered it as understanding formed across her face.
“Wait…you’re Matt?”
I nodded.
“Oh shit! How did this happen?”
I remembered the disappearing needle but decided it was too complicated to bother explaining, so I just shrugged.
“Oh.” Kate blushed. “You have to listen to me complain about you all yesterday…sorry.”
I made the okay sign and she giggled.
“Oh gosh, we have to find a way to change you back…uh, hang on.”
Kate dove into her tiny office and appeared with her sketching pad, studying me carefully as she started to scribble. I cocked my head to the side and she laughed again when she looked up and noticed.
“Well, sorry I can't help that inspiration struck at the most random time.” She laughed, flipping the book around to show off a garment that looked like a fancy silk dress made of twisting cream coloured fabric.
“Horror themed outfits, this one is a mix between a mannequin and a mummy, see the bandage dress and shiny plastic belt?.” She explained, “When you spooked me before, his ideas just came to me.”
I would have smiled if I could. If I could inspire Kate and make her happy as a mannequin that made it worth it.
“Um, I know this is probably weird but do you think I could try making this? I know we need to find a way to fix you but in the meantime…?”
I nodded again; she was right, I didn't know how I was going to change back. If Kate at least got some good designs out of it, then at least it wouldn’t be a total waste. Kate sat down right in the middle of the shop and started to sketch while I watched. The nice thing about being a mannequin was that I could relax in basically any position so I could stand up all day without tiring.
It didn’t take Kate long to have a handful of designs drawn up and before I knew it, she was at the sewing machine. I watched in awe as she worked through the night, sewing up the first dress and it really was something to behold. The shimmering fabric was layered into a beautiful mini dress with a shiny belt to break it up.
“Let’s put it on you!” Kate cried, reaching up to pull me close and I shook my head from side to side. “You don’t want to wear it?”
Thank goodness I couldn't blush anymore or I’d be beet red as I wrote out an explanation, with as little detail as possible. Kate turned pink for us but then giggled a little.
“So I have been feeling you up this whole time?”
I nodded slowly, surprised when she laughed.
“That’s sort of kinky.” She giggled. “Did you like it?”
This had to be a trap right? Still, she’d know if I was lying, so I nodded again.
“In that case, no harm in letting me put this one on you, right?” She said huskily with a teasing smile.
Wordlessly, I raised my arms and let her slowly start to dress me. Just like with the shopper beforehand, I was forced to look straight ahead and into Kate’s eyes as she put the new outfit on me, taking her time to ‘adjust’ it. I was halfway to cumming by the time it was over my head; now I had her permission to enjoy it, I planned on making things last. At least, as much as I was able to.
Kate made sure the dress was in position before she started to rub between my legs, bringing me to orgasm over and over with ease. I was right; now that she knew what she
was doing those hands felt even better.
“Have you cum yet?”
I nodded; she rubbed harder.
“This is so fun.” She whispered, “I could do this all night and you’d just have to stand there and take it, does that turn you on?”
More vigorous nodding, I was barely getting any rest between orgasms now.
“Until we can turn you back, I think we can make this arrangement work, don't you?”
I could only keep nodding as Kate continued to feel me up; becoming her dress up doll hadn't exactly been the plan but if it meant I got to experience this pleasure every day and wear her fabulous designs, I could get used to it.
~
“Oh shoot!” Kate cursed, “Did that hurt?”
After a moment of effort I managed to shake my head back and forth as she carefully removed the pin. I was standing perfectly still as she adjusted her latest design; a bat inspired evening gown with long flowing bell sleeves. Her actual dress form was a tattered mess, so after a bit of hesitation she’d asked if she could use me instead; after all, I could change pose to ensure the fabric fell correctly no matter what.
It had been a little awkward the first time, feeling her sew away at clothes I was wearing. But now that I was a mannequin standing still for long periods of time was effortless, so it really wasn’t much trouble. Plus, there wasn't a whole lot else I could do to be useful around here. Thankfully, despite retaining my sense of touch, I couldn’t feel pain. The needle felt like nothing more than a slight pressure as it stuck into my plastic leg.
“I remember back when I was in college, my friends and I would pose for one another to make alterations and I swear it felt like being a pin cushion.” Kate giggled. “I’m glad at least I don’t need to worry about that with you.”
She slid a hand up the inside of my thigh teasingly before returning to her work for a few minutes before stepping back with a satisfied smile.
“Can you raise your right arm a bit?”
I tried, but my mannequin instincts kept me rigid in place as she looked over me expectantly. After a moment she sighed and gave me a sympathetic look.
“Still struggling with the movement? Sorry.”
She closed her eyes and I felt my joints relax, allowing me to move my arm into position just before she opened her eyes again.
“You were getting so good at that.” She sighed. “We’ll keep practising.”
She continued sewing and I mentally sighed; mannequins weren't supposed to be seen moving. I managed it sometimes around Kate but never anybody else. It wasn't like I got stiff or anything but it was so boring not even being able to tap my toes as the day went on. But when Kate let me stay out back, away from prying eyes it wasn't any better. Sure I could move around but there was nobody to talk to or so; at least when I was in the shop I could people watch. And too much movement just felt…wrong. Another mannequin instinct I guess.
“There! Finished!” Kate beamed, “Want to try taking a turn in front of the mirror?”
I focused and managed to step down off the stool and walked over to the mirror. If I could have, I would have gasped in pleasure. The dress was gorgeous, flowing black silk with silver beads framing the bell sleeves and skirt. The neckline plunged into a deep V and I actually felt annoyed that I didn't have proper breasts to show it off. I gave Kate a thumbs up; wishing desperately I had some way of showing her just how amazing it was.
“Is that a ‘it’s good’ or a ‘it’s great’ thumbs up?” She asked.
I fumbled for the chalk and wrote down my praises, smiling inwardly as her face flushed pink with happiness.
“The other monster dress sold so quickly, I hope this one does as well. If we keep this up my business will be safe!” Kate smiled before wrapping her arms around me. “Oh thank you, Matt.”
I hugged her as warmly as my hard, plastic body could muster and oddly, I think it worked. She snuggled her face against me so that I could feel her chest against my bust through the deep V. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were now, she enjoyed teasing me from time to time, but it wasn't like we could actually date. And with writing being the only way for me to talk, it wasn't like we could really converse much without her having to stop everything.
After a moment or two Kate pulled away and blushed, tucking a long hair behind her ear. A growl rumbled about the room and she laughed.
“Sorry, I skipped lunch. I should probably go get some dinner.”
I nodded and gave a little wave but her brow furrowed.
“Matt…are you okay? You’re not hungry or anything?”
I shook my head.
“Is that…weird? I feel bad, you haven’t left this shop in weeks.”
I shrugged; there wasn't much we could do about it and, if I was being honest, there wasn’t much waiting for me outside. Kate was my only real friend and I’d worked at a shitty takeaway joint that no doubt would have fired me by now.
“You’d tell me if you didn't want to work as my dress form, right?” She asked suddenly. “I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you or something.”
After a moment of stiffness I stepped forward and hugged her again before stepping away and grabbing her hand, palm up. As best I could I traced letters onto her skin.
“O…K…you’re okay?”
I nodded and Kate flushed.
“That’s cute.” She said, “You’re going to be a great charades player when we figure out how to turn you back.”
She said it with such certainty, I wasn't prepared for it. She sounded so sure I was going to be a person of flesh and blood again despite the fact neither of us had actually done anything to try.
“Alright, I will head home.” She smiled. “I’ll turn the security camera off so you can move easier, I know you struggled with that the other night.”
I gave her what I hoped was a grateful nod. It seemed my sixth sense for being watched also counted when it came to cameras.
“Alright well…have a good night.” She waved awkwardly before leaving and locking the door behind her.
She kept the light on for me; it was a small gesture but one I appreciated. With me looking so inhuman I wouldn’t have blamed Kate if she started treating me like an actual object. Yet she consistently treated me like a person, a mute, plastic person, but a person nonetheless. She’d even made me a makeshift bed out of bolts of fabric even though I’d explained I no longer needed sleep.
I was about to take up position for the night when I realised I was still in the dress. I turned back and forth on my toes, feeling the fabric swish against my legs and arms. I’d never really focused on what clothing felt like before now; it seemed like such an oversight. The fabric brushed against my body and I would have shivered if I could. Kate made such…sensual clothing. It made you feel effortlessly attractive; even when you were a mannequin!
I looked myself up and down in the mirror again and for the first time realised I didn't feel any shame. My mannequin body was female, the shape alone made it obvious but my painted face with its dark lashes and pouty pink lips sealed the deal. Yet I didn’t feel any embarrassment about it; nor wearing women’s clothing. In fact wearing girly clothing felt right, almost better than being bare and naked.
I posed; trying out something sultry before switching to a more demure pose, then a cute one. Each time the fabric of my dress shifted and moved to accentuate my figure and no matter how I moved; the bat dress gave me an air of grace and…just a little malice. A woman who walked into a room wearing this would demand attention; I found myself oddly jealous of the woman who was destined to buy it. Maybe I could talk Kate into letting me keep it on until it was sold.
I was just striking another ballerina-like pose when all of a sudden, my mannequin sense activated and I froze in place. Cold panic seized in my chest, a quick glance at the clock showed it was the middle of the night, I’d lost track of time posing in front of the mirror like always. There was no way Kate would be coming back to the boutique at this hour; so who could see me.
The feeling briefly disappeared and I was able to stand properly; then I heard it. A scratching sound; like metal against metal. I turned in the direction and realised, to my horror, what it was.
Somebody was picking the lock!
They must have been peering through the keyhole a moment ago. I had just enough time to move toward the door when it swung open and I froze in place next to a rack of fabric. The man was wearing a mask, but I could see his grin behind the balaclava. If I still had blood it would burn with rage; who did this guy think he was robbing a little shop like this! Kate was barely getting by as it was! His face fell as he looked around the room and then I felt angry for a whole new reason.
“Fabric? What the hell. I can resell this shit, where’s the jewellery?”
He picked up one of the dresses Kate had finished the day before and scoffed.
“Tacky shit. Then again what do I expect from the only shop in the street with a broken security camera.”
How dare he insult Kate’s work! The man looked around the room and headed straight past me to the register. The second his eyes were off me I lunged, hand grabbing his collar only to freeze in place as he turned suddenly, knife in hand.
“Jesus.” He cursed, “Only a mannequin.”
He picked his collar off, looking vaguely confused as to how it had gotten caught in the first place. I took in the slight fear in his eyes and a wicked idea formed in my head as he continued on toward the register. I took a few loud steps, making sure to squeak a little before freezing as he turned.
“Did that just…no. Come on Pete, get a grip.”
As soon as his back was turned I did the same again. This time when he turned back to me there was genuine fear in his eyes.
“What the shit, that was definitely not there a second ago…”
I could see the cold sweat breaking out over his back now and I was glad my mouth couldn’t move or I’d be grinning. Then again, that might be even creepier. The thief backed up against the counter, keeping one eye on me as he fiddled with the register. I stayed perfectly still, right up until his eyes flicked away for a split second to try and turn the register key. That was all I needed to reach my hand out, bending my fingers into a threatening claw so that when he turned back he almost jumped out of his skin.
“What the shit!”
My indignant anger at this thief was all I needed to push past my mannequin instinct for the few seconds I needed, I lurched forward and he screamed. His knife flailed and scraped uselessly against the plastic of my chest. Thankfully, it managed to avoid the dress itself thanks to the deep V; who knew dressing slutty could be so efficient.
“Waaaahhh! Don’t hurt me!” The thief screamed, running from the shop with his tail between his legs.
My chest rattled a little as I laughed out of reflex, which probably looked a little unsettling but I couldn’t help it. Not only had I saved Kate’s shop, but that had been pretty fun!
~
Telling the whole story through writing the next morning took some time but when I was finally done Kate was in stitches.
“Oh damn, I wish I had it on video so I could see, then again, maybe you wouldn’t have been able to stop him then so probably best.”
She reached out and brushed a hand over the scratch in my chest.
“But you’re sure you’re not hurt?” and I nodded. “Thank you. Again. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. You inspired my new clothes, worked as my new dress model, and now you’ve saved my shop.”
I put a hand in front of my face as if to hide a blush and Kate laughed.
“You’re getting so good at communicating without words too, it’s like I know exactly what you’re saying.”
I wanted to do a similar gesture but so much movement while being watched was starting to take its toll and I froze up again. Kate didn't seem to mind though she just smiled pleasantly with understanding.
“Here, let me get you out of the road so somebody doesn't know you over.”
He hoisted me up, one hand hooked under my leg, the other across my chest; the way she knew drove me wild. She made a big show of adjusting her grip and wandering around the store trying to think of the best place to put me. She knew exactly what she was doing, and that made it all the hotter. Eventually, after several minutes of teasing she placed me upright next to the window
“I figure you deserve a reward for all you’ve done for me.” She whispered, pressing her fingers against my undercarriage and rubbing.
I came, silent and still as always but somehow Kate had developed a sixth sense of this sort of thing and knew when I was done. She gave me a kiss on the cheek; it was warm with a moisture that lingered after she was gone.
“Let’s get to work.”
Calling what I did work was generous. I simply stood in the window, showing off her new dress to passersby. It was actually quite lovely, seeing people stop to admire me. I knew they were really looking at the dress but still, it was like being a model at a fashion show. It felt nice to have eyes on me that weren’t judgmental or awkward; instead they were full of wonder. The feeling was intoxicating; nobody would ever look at me like this when I was human.
As an object, I also got to see things people didn’t realise. Kate’s shop was in a small shopping district, so the foot traffic wasn’t very heavy; meaning there were times when people thought they were alone in the alleyway. I saw women adjusting their makeup in the reflection of my glass window, men adjusting themselves, even one couple that started to make out until a local beat cop shooed them away.
Watching that couple made me feel…odd. I expected to be jealous of them; I would never be able to have sex again, I didn’t even have any genitals to speak of but I didn’t care. I should have, most men would be jealous as hell but…even when I tried I couldn’t be. I was perfectly content with my body as it was now; it could even still cum! Just differently to most people.
“Hey Matt, the day is done! I hope you weren’t bored.”
I couldn’t bring myself to respond for a few seconds but when my body loosened and I turned I found Kate with her eyes closed. She opened them and once more I froze in place “Ah good, so I was thinking, would you like to come home with me tonight? Rather than staying in the shop all alone? Thumbs up for yes, down for no.”
She closed her eyes again and I quickly moved into a thumbs up as fast as I was able before her eyes opened again and she grinned.
“Alright, let’s put you in something more comfortable and get going!”
She took her time removing the bat inspired gown off me, making sure to trail her fingers along my legs and arms teasingly but never touching my chest or crotch. She picked up a random party dress before pausing slightly.
“Did you want some male clothes? I just realised I’ve been dressing you like a girl.”
Thumbs down.
“Oh okay, did you like this?”
She closed her eyes just long enough for me to grab the chalk board and write the word ‘naked’ on it. Kate cocked her head to one side and then blinked in surprise.
“You’d rather not wear anything outside the shop?”
Thumbs up.
“Alright, I suppose that’s not weird. I mean, it’s not like you have anything to hide.”
Kate’s apartment was small, just three rooms, but it was crammed full of little things that made it feel like home. Like the piles of sketch books where Kate drew her designs, and the photos blue tacked to the walls without frames.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s home and it can be your home for a while as well.”
She placed me down and shut all the windows so that when she wasn’t looking I’d be free to move around. It was crazy how quickly Kate had become accustomed to my way of existing. She didn’t just or even seemed surprised when she turned around to find a mannequin behind her at any point and she took to closing her eyes every few sentences when we spoke in order to give me the easiest time charading my way into an answer. It probably looked odd to a fly on the wall but a strange sense of normalcy was starting to form around us.
She even set two places at her tiny dinner table in the corner so that I could sit with her while she ate. There was no food on my plate, but I appreciated the sentiment.
“Maybe I should buy some of that plastic grocery store food they make for kids to play with.” She joked. “So you feel less left out.”
It was a joke but it did touch me that she was going to such lengths to make me feel welcome. A warm fluttering sensation formed in my chest even though I no longer had a heart there and a sense of clarity washed over me. I reached over and grabbed Kate’s hand when she wasn't looking to get her attention.
“Yes?”
Then I pointed to my eye.
“I…” Kate followed.
I bent my hands into the shape of a heart as best I could.
“Love…?”
I pointed to her.
“Me.”
She blinked, taking a moment to fully register what I’d said then blushed. The warm fuzzy feeling in my chest suddenly turned to ice; had I just ruined everything? What the hell was I thinking admitting that? She couldn’t possibly return my feelings, I wasn’t even human anymore!
“I think I might be falling in love with you too.”
What?
“I know that must seem strange.” Kate continued, having no way of knowing how shocked I was. “But I realised the other day even though your life has been turned upside down you’re still putting me first. I was actually sort of worried I might be taking advantage of you.”
I managed to shake my head back and forth as quickly I could and Kate smiled softly.
“I’m glad. We will find a way to change you back though I promise.”
The thought made my nonexistent stomach churn; I wasn't sure I wanted that. Being a mannequin certainly had its disadvantages but I’d been happier and closer to Kate than ever like this. She managed to make me feel special. Kate went back to eating and when she blinked I managed to reach out and grab her hand, looking her deep in the eyes I fought back my mannequin instincts and shook my head slowly.
“You don’t want to turn back?” Her brow furrowed. “You’re sure?”
I nodded stiffly and to my delight Kate smiled.
“Alright then, you can stay here, with me. And ‘work’ in the shop.” She grinned before adding. “If that’s what you want.”
~
A woman walked in and I stared at her from my perch in the middle of the shop. She was wearing almost all black, with a silver pentagram hanging from a heavy chain around her neck and she had so much eyeliner on she almost looked comical.
“Can I help you?” Kate asked, apparently unperturbed by the woman’s gothic appearance.
“I’ve been hearing rumours that this place is haunted.” The woman said mysteriously. “I wanted to see if it was true.”
Kate started to insist that it wasn’t and I could see the panic in her eyes; the last thing she needed was bad publicity. But I took in the woman’s gothic appearance and the way she was looking at the bat themed dress on display with interest and an idea formed. I waited for Kate to blink, and reached out, the customer's back was to me and I shifted so that I was pointing right at her.
Kate noticed first and her eyes went wide with confusion, causing the customer to turn and her own eyes to grow big as dinner plates.
“I knew it.” She whispered, “this place is haunted.”
Kate looked crestfallen.
“No I-”
“I’ll tell all my friends.” The woman continued, “And could I get that black dress over there altered to my size?”
“Oh…yes of course!” Kate beamed, “But I swear I’m not haunted.”
Her denial only added fuel to the fire and I watched happily as the woman paid for the alterations and enjoyed moving a single finger each time her back was turned. Something that clearly delighted and fascinated the goth woman, who left with a bag full of clothes in one hand while she furiously text with the other.
“That was such a good idea!” Kate giggled when she left, “A haunted boutique, that should put us on the map. It could be my point of difference, I mean, our point of difference.”
It didn’t take long for word to spread and the next few days were the busiest Kate had been in years. Not only was she selling her fabric and custom designs, she was getting so many custom orders she actually had to start a waiting list. People loved the idea of a haunted boutique; and wanted to come to see the ‘creepy mannequin’, of course though, most felt pressured to buy something just to have a reason to visit.
Kate leaned into the vibes as much as she could, redecorating with the extra cash she was earning and buying several new, real, mannequins to decorate with and painting them with identical faces to mind. That way customers could have fun trying to figure out which mannequin was the ‘haunted’ one.
I have to admit, watching her dress and set up the other mannequins gave me an odd feeling of jealousy. They were just hunks of plastic with no sense of self, yet I was jealous whenever she put one in a nicer outfit than what I had. Still, I got to enjoy myself immensely; fully accepting my fate as a mannequin and finding the whole experience rather peaceful. It felt lovely just to relax and pose all day to be admired, occasionally turning my head and changing pose when nobody was looking, much to the delight of all the patrons.
At the end of each night Kate would take me home and I would stand guard in her little apartment, practising my posing and just enjoying being in her company. Sometimes I even watched tv. Life felt strangely domestic and normal; Kate even made me a pair of soft, flannel pyjamas to wear while in her house and she took great care to put them on each night and take her time removing them in the morning.
A lot of the time though, we didn't get home until late. Since she had to spend so much time working on custom orders. From the outside, her life probably looked very lonely, but I was her little secret. Her hidden friend and knowing that gave me such delight. Nobody could ever know her the way I did. Nobody but a mannequin could have the patience to stand still for hours every night and watch her work.
“A dress made entirely from tulle.” Kate shook her head. “I’m going to have to charge a fortune for all this labour, luckily I think the lady is good for it.”
I nodded thoughtfully; tulle was a notoriously difficult fabric to work with, but it made the most delightful little ruffles and it was so light a dress made entirely from it would feel like wearing air. I’d always respected Kate’s artistic skills when it came to sewing and dressmaking but since becoming a mannequin I’d developed a whole new level of appreciation for the art. And women’s fashion, it was just so much more fun to pose wearing a cute dress or a sultry evening gown than it was jeans and a shirt. Men didn’t realise how bad they had it!
“There, all done!” She smiled before turning to me. “Want to try it on?”
I couldn’t bring myself to move since she was staring right at me, normally she would blink but Kate knew me well enough by now to just start undressing me regardless. It had been a long day and I could feel the tiredness in her fingers; her lovely soft fingers that danced across my hard skin as she removed the tight fitting, vampire inspired bodysuit she’d designed a few days earlier.
Despite the tiredness though there was a teasing edge to her fingers and a smile threatening to break out on her face. She loved doing this; deliberately teasing me while pretending it was all an accident. She took her time slowly stripping me bare before picking up the tulle dress and gently lowering it down over my body, positioning my arms up so she could run her hands down my sides and bust to get the fabric to sit correctly.
The dress was pale pink and patterned with tiny red flowers; the ruffles tickled my shoulders and thighs as the fabric swayed this way and that, only adding to the pleasure slowly growing inside my hollow body.
“You look so pretty…” Kate whispered, pressing one hand into my bust and brushing her fingers over the centre where she knew I was the most sensitive.
Her other hand gently lifted the tulle skirt and pressed the soft fabric into my undercarriage. Her fingers rubbed back and forth slowly, almost lazily; it felt so good, but the touch was too light and slow to ever fully satisfy.
She looked up at me with wonder as she continued to touch and play before her smile turned naughty and she stopped. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and for a second I thought she was going to leave me hanging like this, maybe even leave the security cameras on and go home alone so I couldn’t touch myself. The idea was hot; but what she did instead was even hotter.
Kate picked me up and turned me toward the mirror so that I was forced to stare at my still, mannequin face. She then reached around me from the back, pressing her breasts and mound up against my body. The hard edge of my ass dug into her skirt and pants and she groaned. I would have moaned too if I could; she was using me to get herself off!
Her fingers found my chest and undercarriage again and she continued to swirl circles on the sensitive spots, all while slowly thrusting her body against my back. I could feel a subtle dampness against my ass as she got wetter and wetter and I could feel her iron hard nipples pressing into my back as well. The fact that I could be used as a sex toy was such a turn on; just when I thought being a mannequin couldn’t get any better.
“Ohh….Oooooohhhhh Matt, you feel so good…” She groaned. “Mmmm, just a bit more, a bit more…!”
Her fingers were starting to stutter, making her strokes all all the more pleasurable. Ecstasy filled me and yet orgasm still didn’t come. I stared at us both in the mirror, my face frozen in its neutral expression as always while hers was twisted into an expression of pure ecstasy. The please just kept building and building until it was almost painful until finally I fell over the edge with such force that my frame trembled.
“Oh gods!”
That extra friction was all Kate needed to cum against me with a wet splash. I’d made her squirt without ever needing a cock. She shuddered and slowly pulled away before giggling; I could feel a wet patch across my back from where she had soaked into the new dress.
“I’ll have to make another one now.” She giggled. “Oh well, at least you can keep this one for yourself.”
I liked that idea a lot actually. Kate’s face was flush from the orgasm and I forced myself to turn and face her. I moved a hand forward and positioned it, nodding in the most flirtatious way I could given my frozen features. It took her a second but then Kate realised what I was doing and swallowed nervously before kicking off her panties and stepping closer. Her damp skirt was still on as she mounded my fingers and began to fuck herself on them.
Kate’s eyes fluttered closed and her moans turned to wails as I curled my fingers inside her. She continued to fuck herself against me, opening her eyes whenever she found a good position and forcing me to freeze in place until she came. Her screams of pleasure echoed out the open window and into the night; no doubt tomorrow there would be even more rumours about the haunted boutique conjured up by anybody who heard them. Kate looked me in the eye as she worked away at her third orgasm; she now had the perfect partner, one who would never tire and never leave; we were made for each other. I couldn’t think of a better life.
