A Mannequin's Life
A New Beginning

V.  Du'Arden


        I had been out driving with no particular place to go, I just had to get out of the house for a while. I'm single and I live alone, and since I'm over fifty, over weight, and stuck in a low paying job, I'll probably live the rest of my life alone. It's not a pleasant prospect, and I've was feeling more alone and depressed then any time since my mother's funeral a few months ago.

        I really don't know why I stopped at the mall. After checking out a few shops selling things I knew I'd never buy I decided to see what was playing at the mall theaters. Before I got to the theater I suddenly had to make a quick stop at the restrooms. I was fairly familiar with the mall and as far as I remembered the closest restrooms was located in the mall's basement level behind the nearby escalators. As I hurried around behind the escalators I found something that stopped me in my tracks and blew away all thoughts of having to piss.

        I spend a lot of time on the web, way too much time, and of course I've found all kinds of interesting things to waste time on the net. One of my favorite 'time-wasters' is reading some of the huge variety of short stories that's available on the web. There are ALL kinds of stories, horror, sci-fic, erotic, and any other genre, in any combination of genres. A lot of them are rather unusual or down right weird, but some of them are also very good.

        A fairly popular setting of short stories used by several authors involving transformations, mostly of the transgender kind, is an odd little magic shop tucked away in some out of the way corner of some shopping mall. Most, but not all, of the stories are 'G' rated. Most, but not all, of the stories involve the old wizard who owns the magic shop selling some guy something that transforms him into a woman, or girl, usually an over-sexed, air-headed, big-boobed, bimbo. In some of the stories the men, or boys, who are turned into females are real shitheads who really needs an attatude adjustment. But, in lot of the stories the Wizard seems to manuver them into becoming females due to his rather warped sense of humor, and through no fault of their own the 'victims' end up getting changed into females. But the little old Shop Keeper does use his magic to help people who needs it, although it's seldom in a form the receiver expects.

        The name of this magic shop is 'Spells 'R' Us'. And the thing that so startled me was a fancy hand carved wooden sign over the door of a shop that looked totally out of place in a shopping mall, a sign that simply said 'Spells 'R' Us'. The sign and shop was so much like how I pictured they'd look from the descriptions in most of the 'Spells 'R' Us' stories the feeling of de-javue stunned me into immobility. I just stood and stared at the sign and shop front a while, my first impulse was to turn around and get out of the Mall as quick as I could, but my curiousisty froze me as immobile as any magic spell could have done.

        At first I thought it had to be novelty or game store that just happened to have the name 'Spells 'R' Us', then I realized that was unlikely. While small mall shops could seem to appear and disappear with little warning, I know malls simply do not move restrooms around in the same way, and I had no doubt there use to be restrooms tucked away behind the escalators. Besides, whoever heard of any normal mall shops stuck back in such a out of the way hidden location.

        From the outside the shop looked like it belonged somewhere else then in a large shopping mall. The display windows on either side of the entrance were full of all kinds of odd-ball things. The shop's entrance was the kind of wooden door a small country store or shop would have. It was the kind of old fashion shop that would have a little bell hanging above the door inside. Just like the magic shop in the stories.

        If this really was the 'Spells 'R' Us' magic shop I knew I shouldn't even think of going inside. I also knew I'd never forgive myself if I didn't see if it was the real Spells 'R' Us magic shop described in the stories. I finally made up my mind and as I reached for the door I thought, "Well, I was looking for a way to change my life."

        "Dingdingdingding" sounded the bellabove the door as I opened it. The sound startled me even though I was expecting it, and the bright yellow eyes of the huge black and gray dog that looked a lot like a wolf lying in the corner sent a chill down my back. The wolf or dog is mentioned in some, but not all, of the stories and it seemed just as relaxed and tame as the wolf in the story as it stirred itself just enough to keep an eye on me.

        I saw no one in the shop besides the wolf. There was a doorway behind the cluttered counter with a beaded curtain hanging across it. There was also a sign above the doorway ' PRIVATE '. When no one responded to the door bell after a while I began looking around. This was a little different from most of the stories. But like in the stories, the shop was stuffed by an amazing collection of, of, well junk. It wasn't trash, or anything like that, and there was even a few items of fairly recent manufacture, but nothing seemed to be new. There was no price tags on anything, but some items were tagged with 'half off','on sale', and 'special discount', as well as 'Fragile Do Not Touch', and 'DANGER DO NOT TOUCH'. The items with the danger tag were mixed in with the other items and didn't look any more dangerous then anything else., but 'I' sure wasn't going to touch them. In fact, I was careful not to touch anything.

        I must have been looking around for several minutes before a voice, a very feminine voice said from close behind me, "Hello Mark, how may I help you?"

        The soft voice startled me so that I almost knocked over a display stand with a half dozen fragile looking crystal things when I whirled around to stare at the source of the voice, until 'she' asked again, "It there something I can help you with?"

        "Uhh. Ahh, yeah, I, I'm not sure.", I stammered as I continued staring at the beautiful green eyed, raven haired young woman standing only a couple of feet away. She had the most beautiful bright green eyes I've ever seen set in stunningly beautiful face framed by thick curly shoulder length raven black hair. When I finally managed to tear my gaze from her captivating eyes and breath takingly beautiful face I found myself staring down at her equally fantastic body and a pair of huge firm breasts.

        She was wearing a snug fitting black and scarlet long sleeved dress that reminded me of the kind of dress worn by the Chinese girls in martial arts movies. Except this dress was ankle length with slits on both sides all the way to the top of her thighs. It also had a large cut out below the high collar that left most of her cleavage bare and barely covered her areolas and nipples.

        When I realized I was staring at her nearly bare breasts I felt my face heat up with embarrassment, then she gave a low throaty chuckle and said, "No, do not be embarrassed. If I did not want men to stare I would not be wearing this dress. I take your honest interest as a compliment."

        As I looked back to her face, while trying to keep my gaze from dropping down to her breasts again I saw her smile was just as arresting as the rest of her face and body as she said, "I am sorry I could not respond to the door bell sooner. I was in the middle of some thing I had to finish, I hope you did not mind waiting."

        When I finally found my voice I mumbled, "Ohh no, I didn't mind. I enjoyed the chance to look around." I gestured toward a big shelf full of odds'n ends and added, "You have the most interesting collection of, of... "

        "Of junk?" she said with an even bigger smile.

        I chuckled and said, "Yeah. The kind of 'junk' collection a person could find all kinds of, of interesting things in, if they took the time to look. And right now, I have plenty of time to look." I managed to tear my gaze away from her again I looked around as I said, "This shop is fantastic. I didn't think it could be real, but it's just the way I thought it would look from the way the stories described it." Looking back at the Shopkeeper I smiled as I said, "But you sure don't look like, like who I expected would be running a shop like this."

        The Shopkeeper gave me a wry smile and said, "Yes, I guess I do not look much like a little old wizard, do I Mark?"

        I shook my head as I replied, "No ma'am, you sure do not."

        She just smiled and asked again, "Is there something I can do for you?"

        I sighed and said, "Well maybe, if this is anything like the magic shop I think it is. . ." Sudden doubts caused me to pause, "What am I doing here? She sure isn't the wizard and this can't be a real Spells 'R' Us magic shop. That's all just a bunch of internet stories."

        Still smiling she commented, "Well, this is a magic shop and the sigh does say 'Spells 'R' Us'."

        I just nodded as I thought, "She's sure as hell is hearing what I'm thinking, just like the Spells 'R' Us wizard, so maybe this is the same magic shop. . . Hummm, I guess she could be the wizard's apprentice. . ."

        "No," she commented, "I finished my apprenticeship a very long time ago."

        "Uhh, yeah," I said, "It's just that it's hard to believe that this really the same 'Spells 'R' Us' magic shop I've read about. But, just like the wizard who run the shop in the stories, you knew my name when I entered, and it's damn obvious you know what I'm thinking as well as I do. So, you're either a psychic or a, a wizard or witch."

        She raised an eyebrow and said, "I think the proper title would be 'Sorceress'."

        Just then I noticed a sign I'm sure wasn't there while I was looking around the shop, it read;

} I can do that, because I'm a Sorceress {

        "Ohh. . . Yes, sorry." I said, gave her slightly wry smile and added, "I wouldn't want to insult you. I wouldn't want to be turned into a big boobed bimbo."

        I noticed the Shopkeeper's smile changed a little as she asked, "Oh, then I suppose you would rather be turned into a toad?"

        I hurriedly said, "No. No, of course not. I'd much rather be turned into a woman then a toad any day, if I had a choice. It's just meant I wouldn't want to be turned into the kind of air-headed big boobed women you. . . uhh. . . I mean the wizard in the stories seemed to like turning men into."

        Her smile changed again as she chuckled and said, "These sound like interesting stories you have been reading. I will have to read them myself sometime. Now Mark, I believe you have something in mind I may be able to do for you?"

        I sighed again and replied, "Yes, there is if. . . Well, I guess I'd like a chance to start over. I mean. . . I've never done anything with my life. I could give you all kinds of excuses, but I know I have only myself to blame for all the things I didn't do that I could have and should have done. It's not that I never had any chances to make something of my life, I've had a lot of them, but I never seemed to take advantage of them."

        "Why am I telling this to her?", I thought, but I continued, "When you're young you don't give much thought about the future, I sure didn't. I just coasted along, till I suddenly realized I was over-weight, middle-aged, and I had done NOTHING that made a difference to anyone. At least I could, and did take care of my mother, but my sister could and would have done the same thing if for some reason I couldn't have done so. But, it was something I could do that, that gave my life a purpose, since my mother died I have nothing to look forward to, or even remember, in my life."

        When I realized tears were running down my cheeks, I paused in embarrassment and dried my eyes before finishing, "I'm sorry to unload my troubles on you like that. I've never cared for 'whiners', and I've not done anything like this since I was a kid. But, If you really can do magic, real magic like the wizard in the stories, then I'd what I really want is a chance to start over. . . a chance to do things differently."

        She looked thoughtful for a few seconds then nodded and said, "Yes, I think I can do something to help you, if you are willing to help me do a favor for an old acquaintance of mine."

        I felt a surge of hope, as well as a chill, at her words and I cautiously asked, "What would I have to do to help you with this favor for your, friend?"

        She explained, "My friend owns a chain of woman's apparel and lingerie shops. She is always looking for a few very... special people who would be willing to fill positions in her visual merchandising department. She has asked my help in finding just the 'right' people."

        "Oh-oh, this sounds kind of familiar.", I thought as I cautiously said, "Uhh, I really don't know that much about women's clothes and lingerie."

        She gave me another wry smile and replied, "Oh, Leta is looking for a very few people to model and display her merchandise. Leta has a rather... unique out look on how she wishes the clothing and lingerie displayed for her patrons. She says appearance is the primary requirement, as well as a willingness to... accept and hold the position she wishes you to hold."

        "Yes, this definitely sounds familiar." I thought, then asked, "You think I may be one of these 'special' people your friend is looking for?"

        "Yes," she replied, "I am sure you are."

        Something suddenly occurred to me and I said, "Yeah, and I also bet you had something to do with why I had to suddenly use the restrooms. You use somekind of spell to attract me to your magic shop, don't you?"

        The beautiful sorceress' smile didn't waver as she nodded and said, "Yes, of course. . . just attract, nothing forced you to enter. You could think of it as a different method of advertisement."

        I chuckled and said, "Yeah, right. I assume... no, I don't think I'm going to 'assume' anything. . . This favor you want me to help you with, it does intail getting turned into a woman, doesn't it?"

        She gave my a wry smile and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Would you have a problem with that?"

        I sighed and shook my head and said, "No. I guess not. I did say I wanted to start over and do things different, and being a woman would be different."

        I paused in thought before adding, "Okay, if you really can turn me into a woman, a real woman, then I guess I'd have no real problem with that. But, only if you don't do anything to change my memories or mind without first making sure I understand exactly what the effects of any such changes will be, and agree to them of my own free will before you make any such changes."

        The Sorceress gave me a big smile as she said, "But of course. . . One could think you did not trust me."

        She gave a low throaty sexy chuckle and added, "Besides, even if I were inclined to be... shall we say 'less then' ethical, Leta has made it clear only people who are truly willing, without the use of any magical compulsion or coercion, will be acceptable."

        I shrugged and replied, "If you are anything like the wizard in the stories, you could probably do anything to me or with me you wanted to do the instant I set foot in your shop. So I have no choice but rely on your willingness to deal fairly and honestly with me. I just wish to avoid any inadvertent misunderstandings in our dealings. Although I have a suspicion of what your friend will want me to do, I'd still want you to explain to me exactly what I will be expected to do."

        The raven haired Shopkeeper gave me a quizzical look and said, "I am going to have to read those stories you keep thinking of, because your 'suspicion' is pretty accurate. . . Yes, your guess is quit right. . . Leta does indeed wish you to become one of her display mannequins."

        I nodded and said, "Then you're not just going to change me into a woman, you're also going to turn me into a mannequin. . . a real plastic display mannequin?" I was surprised how erotic the idea of actually being turned into a such a mannequin was. It was so erotic I couldn't help but suspect my point of view about such a thing was being influenced by the sorceress. If the shopkeeper was a real sorceress and anything like the wizard in 'Spells 'R' Us' stories then she certainly could 'influence' me in just about any way she wanted.

        She shook her head as she said, "No. I am not influencing you in that way. I already said Leta wishes to use only people who has a real desire to become a mannequin, and she can tell if I used magic to impose such a desire on you. The only thing I have done is to help you accept how you really feel about the possibility of being transformed into a young woman, and then into a mannequin. I am not in any way imposing such feelings or desires on you, and anything you decide will be of your own free will.

        "Leta has asked me to locate a few individuals who would be willing to undergo transformation into mannequins. She only uses female mannequins, so any males must also be willing to be transformed into females. This male to female transformation is something I happen to be fairly proficient at and Leta has provide me with detailed descriptions of the 'type' of young women she's looking for."

        I thought,"Well, this is a little different, although the Sorceress did admit to an inclination of turning men into women, just like the wizard in the stories." as I said, "I never been interested in cross-dressing, nor have I ever considered having a sex change. But, if you can really do it. . . I will admit the idea of becoming a woman, a real one-hundred percent woman, especially a young attractive woman is more then a little appealing."

        The Sorceress frowned as she said, "If? Why do you still doubt my powers?"

        I thought,"Oh, oh. I hope I've not pissed her off. I'm half convinced she's for real and I really don't want to be turned into a toad or something worse if she. . ."

        "Half convinced?", the Sorceress said with a wry smile as she interrupted, or derailed, my train of thought.

        I started to say something, but stopped and just thought instead,"I have no doubt you can read my mind. You have more then proven that, but... well, that is all I really know you can do."

        She nodded and said, "Fair enough. If you will follow me into the back room I think you will soon have no doubt if I am a sorceress or not."

        I felt a sudden surge of very conflicting emotions and asked, "Uhh. . . You're going to do it now?" I also realized I didn't know her name.

        The Sorceress replied, "Yes, you do not have anything else to do, do you? And, you may call me Chrysalis, or Christy if you prefer."

        I shook my head and said, "No, I guess I don't have anything to do that much matters." as I thought,"Chrysalis, a good name for someone with a taste for magically transforming people and things."

        Christy smiled again and said as she turned away, "I think you are just what Leta is looking for. I will transform you into a young woman now, and after Leta picks you up she will transform you into one of her rather unique mannequins."

        As I followed Christy around the counter I said, "Ahh, I assume the transformation into a mannequin is not permanent. Because if it. . ."

        She assured me, "No, no. Leta can, and will transform you from a mannequin when ever you desire. I doubt she would find very many people who would willingly and knowingly allow themselves to be permanently turned in mannequins."

        When I steped through the doorway into the dimly lighted 'back room' I felt an odd tingling sensation wash over my body, and for a moment I thought I had just been turned into a woman. I heard Christy's chuckle as I felt myself, and found nothing had changed. To cover my mild embarrassment I asked, "Well then, could you tell me how long Leta expects me to be a mannequin?"

        Christy gave me a big wide smile as she said, "Even before you entered my shop I could feel you would be one who find the idea of becoming one of Leta's mannequins to be very appealing."

        I felt more then a little lost in her big beautiful green eyes as I sighed and answered, "Yeah, I guess so. . . just as long as I'm not permanently turned into a mannequin."

        Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she took hold of my hand and said, "Oh, I know Leta would never intend to do that to you, or any of the others she has made into mannequins for her shops."

        As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting I can see this 'back room' was a lot larger then the shop's public room. But, it was just about as cluttered with an even weirder assortment of 'junk'. I also noticed there were stairs down to a lower floor, as well as a set of stairs going up to another floor. I knew this shouldn't be possible because the mall's busy main concourse should be directly above us. I followed Christy through a narrow path through the seemingly randomly arranged tables, benches and shelves loaded with all kinds of things. I saw stuff that really looked like they belonged in some medieval wizard's lair, while other things looked like they were right out of a Star Trek or Star Wars prop room. There was everyday 'normal' items and things I couldn't begin to identify.

        Christy lead me to what could have been an alchemist's work bench where she picked up a small flat wooden box, opened it and held it out to me. There was six small glass vials in the box, each about the size of my little finger. Each vial contained a pink liquid, a 'magic potion' that looked a lot like pink 'Peptal Bismal' antacid. She said, "Pick one, each is a little different, but they all will transform you into a lovely young woman. Choose one, and less then a minute after you drink it you will be a beautiful young woman."

        I suddenly wasn't at all sure what I'd somehow gotten myself into and I just stared at the six little test-tube like vials of pink liquid till the Sorceress prompted, "Go ahead take one, you know you want to. The transformation is not at all painful, in fact I am sure you will find the experience to enjoyable."

        I swallowed and found my mouth suddenly very dry as I asked, "Will this mess with my memories and personality? If this, stuff makes me forget who I really am, or makes me..."

        She sighed and lightly pressed her fingers to my lips as she said, "Of course it will effect your personality and to a very small extent your memories too, but the changes are only to help you adjust to being a very attractive young woman, after all you are a fifty-two year old man. You have my word that you won't 'forget' who you were, and you won't be turned into an 'air-headed bimbo'."

        I nodded and started to pick one of the vials but when I still hesitated the Sorceress said in an exasperated tone, "Mark! You already agreed and I know as well as you do that you are fascinated by the idea of being a beautiful young woman. You even find the idea of being transformed into a mannequin to be unexpectedly exciting. So, pick a vial, and drink the potion."

        Doing as the Sorceress urged I took one of the vials popped off its stopper and after only a last moments hesitation I held it up to pour its contents in my mouth. The potion oozed from the vial like honey, except it didn't cling to the inside of the vial like honey would do. The potion seemed almost evaporate as it trickled back over my tongue, its sweet spicy taste filled and lingered in my mouth.

        For a short while after I took the potion, just long enough for me to think this was some kind of stupid hoax, nothing seemed to happen. Then I noticed the beginning of a warm tingling sensation in my belly. I gasped and held my belly and stared in surprise at the Sorceress standing nearby. She was muttering or chanting something as her bright green seemed to glow brighter and brighter. As she chanted the warm tingling rapidly spread throughout my body, then my clothes seemed to become looser and looser fitting. I suddenly realized it wasn't my clothes getting bigger, I was getting smaller, a lot smaller and shorter. As I grew lighter and thinner my chest, my breasts felt hot and swollen, and when I pulled off my now very baggy shirt and T-shirt I saw I had breasts. At first they were not much larger then the ones I already had because I was so overweight, but the nipples was a lot bigger and the aureole was at least the size of a silver dollar and noticeably puffy. As my excess weight and girth rapidly melted away my breasts grew a little bigger and much firmer, becoming unmistakably feminine. In less then a half minute I must have lost at least a hundred and fifty, or more pounds. I had also grown a pair of very nice looking firm conical breasts, about a 'B' cup in size, with thick nipples and wide dark brown puffy aureole.

        About the time my now ridiculous baggy pants and shorts slipped down around my ankles the warm tingling sensation seemed to concentrate in my belly, groin, and crotch. I stared down at my penis and testicles and watched them visibly shrank in size and change into the groove, clitoris and lips of a very feminine vulva within only ten to fifteen seconds. Even as my external 'equipment' was completing its transformation I could feel my internal equipment changing also.

        I was so mesmerized by the sight of the transformation my male equipment was undergoing I barely noticed my waist growing slimmer and slimmer as my hips and ass took on not quite feminine proportions. Only after the warm tingling faded away did I begin to notice how I had changed in other ways. My nearly hairless skin was baby smooth and soft, with a smooth even chocolate brown complexion. My hands were narrower, noticeably more delicate, with long slim fingers with half inch long oval tipped nails.

        For a lot longer then the actual transformation took I just stood and stared down at myself as I ran my hands over my body, an undenyably one-hundred percent feminine body. I have no idea what I was thinking, I'm not sure I was even capable of coherent thought for awhile. The touch of the Sorceress' hand on my arm caused me to take notice of something else then my fantastic new body. Looking up at the Sorceress I barely noticed she was now taller then I was as I said in a bemused voice, "You, you did it. You really turned me into a, a woman a real woman."

        Taking my hand the Sorceress lead me to another part of the room as she said, "No Valerie, you're not quite a woman, yet."

        Coming out of my bemusement I stopped and pulled my hand out of her grasp as I demanded, "What'cha mean, I'm not a woman? I am so! I have tits and a pussy now, so why yo sayin I'm not a woman?"

        In reply, she chuckled and said, "I'm sorry Valerie, I meant you no disrespect. You are a very pretty young woman, and I know you'll grow up to be a very beautiful woman in a few years."

        "Grow up?", I asked as I took another look at myself. This time I noticed I my pubic hair was almost nonexistant and my breasts were obviously the firm perky, not quite fully developed breasts of a young teen-aged girl, nor was my slim figure quite that of a fully adult woman.

        I gasped, "I'm just a kid! You turned me into a teenage girl. But why..."

        The Sorceress just smiled and said, "Well Valerie, you did want to start over, didn't you?"

        All I could think to say was, "Uhh, well. Yes, I guess I did say that didn't I. I just. . . Hey, why do you keep calling me Valerie?"

        "Because, silly, that's your name now."

        "Ohh. Yeah, right. I guest it is, isn't it. Valerie... Yes, I think I like it... It sounds right. " The I returned to my earlier question, "Ah Ma'am, I thought your friend was going to turn me into a mannequin for one of her clothing stores."

        The Sorceress nodded as she opened a closet door I hadn't noticed earlier, and said, "She needs some new mannequins for her new section of clothing and lingerie for young teenagers." Then she said, "Here, you can dress in these for now. ", and began hand me clothes from the closet.

        About then I heard the door bell dingling, and the Sorceress seemed to simply stop dead still for a couple of seconds. Then she sighed as she shook her head and muttered something about 'moths to a candle', before she said, "Valerie, you get dressed while I see to my customers. I know I don't have to tell you not to go poking around while I'm minding the store, but I'll warn you anyway that there are harmless looking things laying around in here that you would really regret even accidentally disturbing."

        I said, "Ma'am, you just turned me into a teenage girl, and I no longer have any doubt it's really possible for your friend to turn me into a mannequin. So, I wouldn't think of touchin anythin in here without checkin with you first. You just show me where yea want me to change, and hopefully I won't accidentally blow up the mall or change myself into a toad or somethin horrible if I should happen to stumble or somethin. Okay?"

        She smiled and lead me to yet another part of the room, a surprisingly clutter free area, pointed out the 'safe' area's boundaries and said, "I doubt I'll be gone long but if I am, those books and magazines on that shelf are all harmless, and so is everything in the side tables beside the chairs and sofa. When you're through dressing, wait here for me to return, if I'm not back before you finish."

        When the Sorceress left, I laid out the clothes she gave me to put on. Everything seemed like the kind of things a modern teenage girl would wear to go mall crawling."Mall Crawling? Hummm. . . that sounds like it'd be fun. I wonder if I'll get a chance to look around some of the shops, I bet I'll see all kinds of kewl things, now that I wouldn't have before." I thought as I took off my way too big socks.

        I got my first good look at the new me, in the large mirror that just 'happened' to in the safe area. Given my dark brown complexion I wasn't too surprised to discover I had been turned into a very pretty black girl. I had a really beautiful pair big amber-brown eyes, and shinny curly black shoulder length hair. I guess I was fourteen or fifteen, and tried to imagine what I'd look like in a few years as I studied my new face. Now, I have a very cute face with high wide cheek bones and slightly upturned eyes with a rather strong Oriental mien, I can see I'm going to really be a knockout when I grow up.

        I had some fun trying different combinations of smiles, glances, winks or fluttering my long lashes. I maybe just a kid, but I quickly discovered I could give some really dynamite flirtatious and downright sexy looks. "Girl, you are one fine little fox. . . Mmmm. . . and I see I'm gona have to be real careful from now on, I sure don't want to end up as just another unwed pregnant teenager."

        I was just on the verge of developing into full lush woman hood. My perky teenage breasts probably had a way to go before they were fully development, and they were already filled out the lacy 32B size bra the Sorceress provided in a very eye pleasing way. My hips and thighs were noticeably fuller then a teenage boy's, but they were also far from being as fully developed as they will be in three or four years. All in all, I'd say I was probably a typical fourteen or fifteen year old teenage girl. Although my breasts and figure wasn't quite those of an adult woman I had no doubt I'd attract more then my share of appreciative looks from more then just over-sexed teenage boys. The idea of boys and men getting erections just looking at me was, much to my surprise, a very exciting idea.

        I paused with my hands lifting my teenage breasts to making them look a little bigger as I suddenly realized I was thinking of things I could do to attract the attention of boys just like I assume a teenage girl would do. This made me realize how the Sorceress' magic potion transformed more then just my body. As far as I could tell I still had all of my original memories and 'values', but my point of view of most things was now much closer to that of a teenage girl, not a fifty-five year old man. After some consideration I realized the things I really wanted to keep, my memories and fifty-five years of life experiences, was unchanged. . . I just hope I can use them to do things better this time.

        My clothes included a pair a silky cotton crotch white panties, a lacy black bra, a bright scarlet sleeveless blouse, a very, very short faded blue corduroy mini-skirt and matching corduroy jacket, and black sandals with wide two inch heels and scarlet ankle-socks. I also had one of those shapeless bag like purses already stuffed with all kinds of typical feminine odds'n ends. After I finished dressing I studied my appearance in the mirror and saw a typical teenage girl wearing a skirt way too short and a lacy black bra showing through her gauzy scarlet blouse. I decided to see how well I could use the lipstick and other makeup I found in the purse.

        Applying a raspberry red lipstick proved to be fairly easy, I only had to do it twice to get it to look good. But, the eye shadow and especially the eye-liner was not nearly as easy. While I guess it really wasn't as hard as I expected, it still took five tries to get my eyes to look more or less the way I wanted them to look. It was obvious the potion had not magically conferred any particular skill applying cosmetics, 'cause I sure didn't know anything I didn't know before my transformation, which was very little.

        I was trying out the blusher(?) when the Sorceress returned with three young men in tow. She took lead the young men to the workbench, told them to stand and wait and not to touch anything until she returned, then she made her way over to me. I noticed she used a fairly round-about route instead of the most direct route to get over to my little safety zone. I also noticed she had not seemed at all friendly toward the three young men.

        She looked me over and complimented me on my first attempt at applying makeup, which pleased me a lot to know I hadn't done such a bad job. The Sorceress had me remove and reapply my makeup as she gave me a few suggestions which seemed to make things easier and improve my efforts. After I removed and reapplied my makeup for the third time I was doing it a lot better, far better then I thought I should. As I glanced up at the Sorceress she smiled and winked to confirm my suspicion that my cosmetic skills had a bit of a magic boost.

        I looked over at the three young men, who were still standing silent where the Sorceress ordered them to stand, and asked, "Ah, ma'am..."

        She said, "Valerie, you may call me, Christy."

        I smiled and said, "Okay, Christy. I'm kind of curious about the three guys you have standing over there. They really don't look at all trust worthy and I'm pretty sure they're wearing gang colors"

        Christy looked at the three young Latinos with a frown and said, "You are very right about that, they are not at all trust worthy. Those three young hoodlums and two of their fellow savages thought they were going to rob, rape, and then murder me. Normally I'd have done something nasty to all five of them, like I did with two of them already. But I decided to do something more 'useful' with these three then I usually do with such animals."

        As the Sorceress lead me over to the workbench I could feel something cold and dangerious radiating from her. It made me really feel like running away as far and as fast as I could, and I would have taken off if I thought I had even the slightest chance of getting out of the shop.

        The Sorceress must have felt how terrified I was - hell, you sure didn't need to be a mind reader to tell how I was feeling - when she turned to me and said, "Valerie, you have nothing to fear from me. You would have never thought of doing the kind of pure evil these beasts were intending to do, and I never use my powers to truly harm another unless I have been severely provoked."

        As she got a small box, a different box from the one she let me pick my potion vial, from a shelf next to the workbench. The Sorceress explained, "These three young men are not quite as evil as the other two were, they haven't actually murdered anyone, yet. The other two were little more then animals who actually enjoyed killing and inflecting terror and misery on others." The Sorceress paused and gave the three young men a smile that would've terrified a ghost as she said, "So I turned them into animals, rats, female rats in heat, and sent them home where I'm sure they'll be giving birth to the first of many litters of fine little rats in a few weeks. The best part of their punishment is they will remember what they use to be."

        The Sorceress took a vial from the box as she said, "I decided to do something more useful then transforming them into rats like their two 'homies'. Unlike you Valerie, they have no choice in the matter, no choice at all. Like the other two, they will know what I have been done to them. They will also retain full awareness after their transformation so they may fully 'enjoy' their new state of existence."

        It was obvious the three young men understood exactly what the Sorceress was saying, even if they didn't really know what she meant to do. It was also obvious they were terrified but couldn't do anything without the Sorceress telling them to do it. The Sorceress (not Christy) looked at one of the young men and said, "You are the worse of the three, and you very nearly shared the fate of the other two animals. If you had actually murdered anyone as you so often brag you've done you would have shared their fate. As it is, you will have the pleasure of watching what I do to these two before I also do it to you."

        Then she gave the vial to one of the other young men and ordered him to drink it. He immediately opened the vial and gulped down its contents. As the Sorceress muttered a chant the young man quickly took on the form of a very sexy and well endowed young woman. But, unlike my transformation the sexy young woman was not at all happy to discover how she had been changed. The two remaining young Latino men looked at their former gang banging buddy in horror, but they still couldn't do anything to avoid being turned into equally sexy and busty young women. Once she turned all three young men into sexy young women the Sorceress gestured and their clothing seemed to turn to dust before totally vanishing.

        As the Sorceress looked over the three young women, a blond, a redhead and brunette, she said, "Valerie, you might be interested to know Leta is not the only person I owe a favor to, and most of them are not as particular as she is about the willingness of the... 'raw' material I send them. I have a... well, not exactly a friend, who operates an adult toy store and he has an order in for three special items."

        Then the Sorceress went over to a shelf and returned with three small plastic things that looked like the air valve of an inflatable ball or mattress. She stuck one of these on the back of the neck of each the young women then stood in front of each one said a few 'nonsense' words and clapped her hands in front of their faces. Each young woman seemed to shiver for a few seconds after the Sorceress clapped her hands, but nothing seemed to happen much to the obvious relief of the young women. Much to my surprise the Sorceress asked me to get three boxes from the shelf she got the plastic air valve things from. As I carefully made my way over to the shelves I had an idea what the Sorceress did to the young women, an idea which the illustrations and printing on the boxes confirmed.

        Christy gave me a big smile as I returned with the boxes and said, "You have a very good and accurate imagination, Valerie." After I carefully put the three empty boxes on the workbench where the three ex-gang bangers could clearly see them the Sorceress gestured to one of the young women and asked, "Valerie, would you please pull that one's plug?"

        This request surprised me, and puzzled the young women. When I hesitated the Sorceress said, "Go ahead Valerie, you already figured out what I intend to do with these three."

        I moved around behind the very well endowed sexy redhead and lifted her long coppery curls up from her neck so I could see her air valve. The plastic air valve was unmistakably a part of the young woman's otherwise normal looking neck. When I hesitated again the Sorceress said, "Do not worry Valerie, their transformation is complete and they are only inflatable sex dolls now, and not real young woman."

        When the Sorceress said this, the redhead gasped and I saw the look of disbelief in the other two seemingly normal young women's faces. The blond 'sex doll' felt the back of her neck, felt her air valve, and she must have pulled on it and popped it open. There was a slight pop, she gasped and stiffened, and the hiss of escaping air could be clearly heard, as she began looking less and less like a real living person and more and more like a blow up plastic doll.

        The Sorceress paused when the blond doll popped open her own air valve, then continued, "They lose mobility as soon as their air valve is opened, but they will remain conscious and aware until I put them in their box."

        I carefully reached up and popped the stopper from the air valve. Like the blond the redhead gasped and stiffed as air whooshed from the air valve, but in a few seconds she began to sag and started to fall over. I caught her without thinking and discovered she was now no heavier then an inflated life-size doll would be. As more and more air gushed out of her the redhead looked less and less like a real person and more and more like an inflatable plastic sex doll, just like the blond who now looked like a blow-up doll wearing a cheap wig.

        The brunette stared in horror at her two deflating companions, but she couldn't run or even protest when the Sorceress said, "Valerie, would you please pull the plug on the brunette love doll while I finish deflating this one." As the Sorceress picked up the half deflated blond doll and began rolling up the doll's feet and legs, forcing more air out of it, I moved around behind the terrified brunette. I felt a little sorry for her, but I've always hated the kind of punks that make up street gangs, and I still wasn't sure I might not end up with an air valve on the back of my neck if I pissed off the Sorceress, so I pulled the brunette's plug too.

        Once fully deflated and folded up their typical open mouthed wide eyed faces looked a lot more realistic then most other inflatable sex-doll I've seen. But it was 'obvious' they were just plastic blow-up dolls and 'never' could've been three living breathing young women who use to be three typical teenage gang-bangers. It took about five minutes to deflate all three 'magic' sex-dolls, but before the Sorceress put them in their boxes, while they lay all folded up on the workbench, she said, "If you have not yet grasped what has happened, I will explain. I have turned you into inflatable sex-dolls and this is all you will be for a long, long time. When someone rents you and inflates your plastic body you will return to the way you were before your plug was pulled. For all intents and purposes, while you are inflated you will be a very sexy living breathing flesh and blood young woman who will eagerly do whatever you can to please whoever inflated you. After a few years... or decades, I may permanently transform you into the living breathing young woman you now appear to be."

        After the Sorceress carefully put each deflated doll in it's own box and put the boxes on a nearby shelf Christy smiled at me and said, "Well Valerie, I am glad that is over with. Now, as I was going to explain before the interruption; Leta asked me to supply six teenage girls between the ages of fourteen and sixteen who would be willing to be mannequins in one of Leta's Fashion Emporium. You are the third I have collected so far."

        I wonder where the other two future mannequins were, and how long it would take to 'collect' the other three she chuckled and said, "Unfortunately, finding someone truly willing to be turned into a mannequin is not all that easy, so it will probably take several months to acquire all eight of Leta's 'girls' for her to pick up. If you will follow me I will introduce you to the other two girls."

        As I followed Christy I thought,"Bet she'd be a real bitch to play poker with."

        Christy chuckled and replied, "Ohh, not really, there are ways of easily blocking casual mind reading. But you know, like most people, I am quite agreeable when I am winning and rather 'cranky' when I am losing."

        I thought about how Christy used the term 'collect' then I asked, "Did you use your powers to persuade me to agree in the first place?"

        She shook her head and said, "No, I used no magic to force you to do this, except for a little persuasion to actually take the potion, and I only did that because I knew you had already made-up your mind about becoming a mannequin. I could tell you where only hesitating because you feared I might be 'a crazy serial killer'. And of course, magic was involved in attracting you to my shop in the first place. But then, magic is used to attract any potential patron who might have use of any of my manyunique services who enters the mall. As a public service the magic I use also attracts certain social pests, who I usually take care of in some creative way."

        I nodded and said, "Okay, judging form what I just saw, you obviously do not have to rely on, subtle magical persuasion to make someone do anything you want them to do, but can you personally guarantee I will not be permanently transformed into a mannequin."

        Christy sighed and said, "Yes, I can truthfully say Leta has no intentions of permanently transforming anyone into a mannequin. Although I can not say how long you will be a mannequin, I can guarantee - baring totally unforeseen circumstances - that after whatever period of service you agree to, Leta will transform you back into a living breathing teenage girl to take up your new life when you wish to do so."

        I sighed too and said, "Well, I guess that's as much assurance as I can reasonably expect. . . Ahh, Where will I be staying if your friend Leta isn't going to pick me until you've collected all of her would-be mannequins? I'm not going to be staying here, am I?"

        Christy replied, "Why of course, you will be staying here. Why do you think you would not?

        I shrugged and said, "Well. . . As I said before I love browsing through the kind of 'junk' you have here. I was tempted to pickup several things before you turned me into a teenage girl, and now I see a lot more things I'd love to examine. I know, or at least I think I have a good idea, how dangerous some of the things you have laying around here might be. I'm also pretty damn sure something will catch my eye, and I'll pick it up'n start fooling around with it before I remember where I am. With my luck the first time that happens It'll just happen to be a key to open a gate to somewhere really nasty, and of course I'll just happen to trigger it."

        Christy frowned and said, "I do not leave things like that laying around where anyone can so easily pick one up. . ."

        I gasped and said, "I was just joking about messing around with a key to hell or somewhere nasty like that."

        She gave me a very serious look and said, "I am not joking, but I do see your point. So, I am sure you will be pleased to know I have an effective way to guard against that particular problem.

        I only said "Oh.", but I thought"Way to go Val! Maybe I can find some where to put the other foot."

        Christy chuckled and said, "That would probably be painful as well as awkward, Valerie. But you do not need to worry, I think you will find my provisions for myguests is quite comfortable and snug, as well as totally safe and secure."

        Christy the Sorceress opened a cabinet and took out one of four empty clear plastic cylinders sitting in side. I realized the cylinder was one of those plastic tubes some dolls come in when she handed it to me and I sawValerie was printed in gold letters across the top of the blue plastic top. She transformed me from a fifty-five year old overweight white guy into a cute fourteen year old black girl. I just saw her turn three gang bangers into three plastic blow-up sex dolls. So, it didn't take much imagination to realize how Christy intended to make sure I was safe and secure while she 'collected' the remaining five would-be mannequins.

        Christy lead me back into the front room and gestured to two dolls in plastic tubes sitting on a shelf behind the counter as she said, "Valerie, I would like to introduce you to two very pretty dollies. This one is Karen, and that one is Lila." Karen was a cute curly redheaded doll with a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and Lila was an oriental doll with long shiny waist length raven black hair.

        She took Karen and Lila from their tubes and handed them to me and explained, "As you can see, these are real plastic dolls, much like Barbe Dolls. If you take them apart you will find only what you would normally find in this kind of dolls. All the body parts, arms, legs, torso, and head are normal injection molded soft plastic doll parts.

        "Uhhh... you're gona turn me into a doll, but I thought. . ."

        ". . . No Valerie, I can not let you run around like you would like to do." Christy said as she shook her head, then continued, "And, while I could turn you and the other girls into mannequins, that is something wishes Leta to do. She has her own special way of transforming you into the mannequin she wishes you to be. I will turn you into a doll, not a 'living' doll, a real plastic doll, like Karen and Lila. Then you will take up a almost no room, nor will you need food, water, or air, and of course you will not need to use the bathroom."

        "But. . ." I started to say as I handled (played with) the dolls.

        Christy smiled she watched me look the dolls over, and when I began playing with them she chuckled and said, "Go a head and play with them a while if you want to. They are dollies now and like all dollies they love being played with. . . after all, dollies are made to be played with by girls like you."

        I felt embarrassed for a moment when I realized I was playing with the dolls, and actually enjoying myself, then I chuckled (giggled actually) as I remembered Iwas a girl now and it was okay to play with dolls now.

        About then a rather average looking young guy entered the shop and Christy let me play with the dolls while she waited on him. After a few minutes talking with the young man Christy reached under the counter, got a box of rings and gave him a ring from the box as she said, "I believe, for $12.57, this will do what you desire."

        The guy looked doubtfully at the rather plain gold band and asked, "How is this suppose to make Terry notice me?"

        A minute later the guy reluctantly gave Christy every cent he had, which turned out to be exactly $12.57 (big surprise. . . NOT!). Then I watched in total fascination as he put the ring on and turn into a really attractive brunette with nice big boobs (another not so big surprise). Needless to say, the girlwas surprised by her transformation and protested quite vocally. Christy explained, "You wanted Terry to notice you, and now she will. If you had been a little more observant and sensitive to all the obvious signals she was giving you, you would have realized Terry liked you as a friend, but she simply had no sexual interest in men. Now, she will care for you in rather different way, just the way you desired."

        The girl heft her generious breasts in a preoccupied way and asked, "You really mean it. . . about Terry and me, now, like this?"

        It didn't take Christy long to talk the pretty young woman to 'giveit a try' and to go see how Terry liked her now. After the girl, now dressed in a tube-top and shorts instead of a T-shirt and jeans, left the shop I commented, "Gee, 'he' didn't raise much of a fuss, did she?"

        Christy chuckled and said, "No, not usually. . . at least not for very long." Then she smiled and said, "Do not worry Valerie, I am sure you will enjoy being a doll." Then she gestured to the floor in front of the counter and glowing green spot appeared and quickly expanded into a glowing green circle.

        I had the idea I really had very little choice about being turned into a doll like Karen and Lila, and as I stared at the glowing green circle I asked, "Ahh... this isn't going to hurt, is it?"

        Christy, the Sorceress made a few other gestures and muttered something that sounded like a string of nonsense syllables, then she replied, "No Valerie, this transformation will not be at all painful."

        With little hope of avoiding becoming a doll, I still asked, "Couldn't you just but us in a trance or something like that? It seems like it would be a lot easier the turning us into dolls."

        "Actually Valerie," Christy said, "for me it is easier to transform you and the other girls into something inanimate, like these dolls, then it is to put you into the kind of trance you are thinking of. Since you would still be a living breathing person I would have to continuously expend power to keep you in trance. Once I turn you into a doll, or into any non living inanimate object that is what you really become, so I can simply set you on a shelf and continue about my daily routine without having to give you any further thought."

        As she put the dolls back in their tubes Christy said, "Now, I have other things I have to see to, so if you will just step into the circle, I will turn you into a lovely dolly like Karen and Lila. Be careful to not touch the green line marking the boundary"

        I did as she asked as I unenthusiastically said, "Oh, yeah, sure. I guess you're right, but I can't help but worry about ending up in some little girl's toy box if yea turn me into a doll."

        Christy chuckled and said, "Don't you worry your pretty head about that happening, I can tell you from personal experience it's not so bad being a little girl's favorite dolly."

        "What!?" I thought, but before I could ask Christy what she meant I felt a overwhelming compulsion to stand at attention. I had no choice but straighten up and stand at attention, and when I did so I found I couldn't move a single muscle. As I felt a tremendous but oddly painless pressure bearing down on every square inch of my body I couldn't even blink, but I could still clearly see and hear. In a few seconds I could actually feel myself shrinking and slowly turning into plastic as the same force that seemed to be compressing my body also held me upright. I watched Christy as she chanted and seemed to slowly grow larger and larger, but I realized I was actually growing smaller and smaller.

        After what seemed like only a minute or less the huge giant Christy picked up my stiff paralyzed body, and before she put me in my doll tube she held me up in front of the mirror. I could clearly see that I now looked like rather life-like doll that looked a lot like I did before Christy turned me into a doll, except my breasts looked a whole lot bigger now then did, but I really was still just a plastic doll now. While could still clearly see, I discovered I could still hear but not at all clearly, and whatever Christy was saying was only rumbling noise to me now. Christy showed me how my stiff doll limbs and body could be bent and posed just like a real. . .

        No. . . not like a doll, I AM a doll now, a real doll, and I really like being played with like Christy was doing. I alsoknow my sole purpose and only desire in exiting is to be played with by some little girl. All too soon Christy carefully put me away in my plastic doll tube, and set me on the shelf behind the counter with the other two dolls where anyone entering the store would see and want to play with us. Christy held up a huge bigger then desk top sized notebook with a neatly printed note:

I know you can't understand what I'm saying but you can
still read. I also KNOW exactly how you are feeling and
your desire to be played with. I'm sorry I can't play
with you more but I have may things to do that a pretty
little dolly like you would never have to worry about,
so you just stand there a look pretty for anyone who may
visit my shop.

        As a doll time seemed very flexible, if nothing was happening time seemed zip right by, so I was never bored being a doll. But, when I wasn't being played with I found I'd keep wishing that Christy, or someone, would play with me some more. I was delighted when Christy would turn herself into a nine or ten year old girl and play with me and the other dolls as only a young girl could. She even found some children to play with us when she was to busy to do so herself. I never forgot I use to be a teenage girl, or a middle-aged man before that, but I was totally content and quite happy being a dolly, and I had no desire to be anything other then the pretty dolly I was now.

        I had a front row seat to watch as every so often a customer would choose one of the pink potions and be turned into a teenage girl. Then Christy would turn the girl into a doll and add her to the slowly growing collection of dolls on the shelf with me. I also watched as Christy turned almost every customer who entered the shop into something 'interesting', or sold them something I'm sure would have the same effects. Most of the men got turned into women or girls, but only some of the few female customers was turned in men or boys. Most of the female customers bought something and left without getting turned into anything. A few of Christy's customers were turned into some thing inanimate like a bra, panties, pantyhose, or jockey strap, as well as dildos, pocket-pussys and more blow-up sex dolls.

        I have no idea how long it was since I became a doll, time had no meaning at all any more, but one day a pretty blond woman entered the shop. I wondered if Christy would turn her into a boy or something 'interesting' before I realized something was different about her. It was soon obvious they were friends and after the woman and Christy talked for a while Christy held up a note saying:

This is my friend Leta, she is here to take you and the
there dollies to her store. Valerie, Leta wishes to talk
to you so I will be turning you back into a girl now so
you and Leta can talk.

        I felt surprisingly sad about being turned it a girl, if I had my choice I'd never be anything other then a little girl's dolly.

        Being transformed from a doll to a girl was a bit different and much quicker. Christy lay me on a bed and in a few moments I felt a sudden buildup of pressure side me which seemed to actually inflate my plastic doll's body like it was a balloon. In less then a minute I found I was a living breathing girl and I could move again.

        As Christy helped me to my feet she asked, "Well, do you still think it would be so bad being some little girl's dolly?"

        In a soft thoughtful voice I replied, "No, not any more. In fact I'd love to be a little girl's dolly, but then I'd have to be a dolly again, and I'm a girl now, not a plastic doll."

        My reply seemed to please Christy and surprise Leta. Then Leta said, "I've heard that some people would do anything to return to being a doll once they experience the pure joy of being a little girl's doll and being played with."

        I asked Leta, "It's the same way with being a mannequin, isn't it? A person could get 'hooked' on being a mannequin and never wish to be anything else, right?"

        Leta seemed a bit annoyed as she said, "Yes, I guess it is, but the desire to remain a mannequin is not nearly as compelling as the desire to remain a doll."

        I realized I had been tricked as I said heatedly to Christy, "That's why you wouldn't tell me how long I'd be a mannequin, because Leta would be quite willing to let me remain a mannequin as long as I wanted to be one, isn't that also true!?"

        Christy actually seem pleased at this, then she shrugged and said, "I really can not say anything about that. You see it is Leta's business, not mine, I can not and will not interfere in it."

        The way Leta snorted and rolled her eyes at this struck me as funny and I couldn't keep from giggling. Christy smiled while Leta gave us a sour look then said, "Listen giggle girl, you agreed to work for me with out any coercion or compulsion. Are you still willing to be one of my mannequins? If you are, I can promise you will not regret doing so."

        I smiled and said, "Yeah, sure. I don't have a problem with the agreement I made with Soceress Christy. So, Ms. Leta, just how long do you expect me really be one of your mannequins?"

        Leta smiled and hugged me as she said, "Well, dear. You do realize mannequins don't age, so you'd be just as young a hundred or two-hundred years from now as you are now."

        "Uhh, a hundred years is an awfully long time to just stand around lookin pretty, ma'am."

        "Well maybe," Leta agreed, "I guess it does sound like a long time to one as young as you. I said hundred years only as an example to emphasize my point that you wouldn't have to worry about growing older." She paused then asked, "How does twenty years sound?"

        "Five years sounds better."

        "Then how about fifteen years?"

        "Five years still sounds better."

        Leta sighed and said, "I really wish you'd agree to being one of my mannequins for more then just five years since my old friend Christy has obligated me to providing you with a real identity when you decide you wish to leave my service."

        I suddenly realized Leta couldn't read my mind like Christy could do, and a quick glance at Christy who just raised an eyebrow confirmed my guess. I sighed and said, "How does this sound. I will be one of your mannequins for at least ten years..."

        Leta's face didn't show anything, but I got the idea she liked it, as I continued, "But, I want you to return me to human at least once a year for a full day."

        Leta frowned and said, "I'm afraid you don't realize that is not so easy to do. Due to the way my magic works, transforming you from a living person into a non living mannequin is fairly easy because the spell is powered by your life force. Unfortunately, the reverse is not nearly as easy since twice as much power is required and it must come from elsewhere. Since I'm unwilling to make the live sacrifices it would take to obtain the power I would need, the only other source of power is me. You see, it requires the same effort for me to take a mundanely manufactured mannequin straight off the assembly line and transform it into a real live girl, as it would to turn you back into a real live girl after you are transformed into a mannequin."

        "You mean," I asked, "you could turn any mannequin in this Mall into a real living person?"

        She nodded, "Yes, I could, but you must understand that takes a lot of power and magic, and the newly created person would have a few identity problems you, or any formerly living person would not."

        Leta paused and said, "Once you are a mannequin I really can not casually turn you or any of my mannequins back and forth between human and mannequin several times. It takes far more power then I'm willing, or really able to use, but I can animate any mannequin and give them a fully life like appearance for up to a day at a time as often I need to do so. I often animate my mannequins to alter their pose, and most of my shop workers are actually animated mannequins."

        "That must really cut down on the cost of doing business." I said, "So ,after you turn me into a mannequin you won't turn me back into a real person until you're ready to do so permanently, but you are willing to animate me so I look like a real person?

        Leta nods, "Yes, that's right, and yes, it does cut down on salary expenses."

        I gave it some thought then sighed and said, "How about this. instead of turning me into a living girl for one day each year, you animate me so I can pass for a real girl for a week once a year for ten years, or as long as I am one of your mannequins. I guess we can see how I feel about remaining a mannequin after the first ten years, okay?"

        Without blinking Leta said, "Agreed! But, you must understand you can not be animated for more then a day at a time, then you must spend an equal time as an inanimate mannequin."

        "Ohh. . . Okay, if that's the way it has to be," I said, "but I will be animated for a full week, right?"

        When Leta sighed and agreed I clapped my hands and excitedly asked, "When do we leave? Are these clothes okay? Where is your shop anyway? Do I go like this, or as a doll?"

        Leta frowned at Christy and I giggled and said, "Oh, I'm just practicing being a teenage girl. How am I doing?"

        Christy chuckled as Leta replied, "Too good." Then she said, "Those clothes are fine and the Leta's Fashion Emporium I will be using you in is located in Houston Texas. I have to catch a plane to Seattle in five hours..."


        "Yes, I have some business there that requires my presents. I had expected my old friend would have eight special dolls for me to take home..."

        "Oh. I was lookin forward to actually gettin to be a teenage girl for a little while before yea turn me into a mannequin."

        Leta replied, "Sorry about that Valerie, but I reserved only one seat on the return flights, and the... nature of my business in Seattle would make looking after a child very difficult."

        I gave Leta a copy of Christy's raised eyebrow and wry smile as I said, "I see you don't tell outright lies either, but you still manage to avoid tellin the truth. Is that one of the required skills of a good Sorceress?"

        Christy chuckled and answered, "No, but it is something most wizards and sorceresses seem to pick up after a few decades."

        I said to Leta, "I'd really like to stay as I am now until you're ready to actually turn me into a mannequin. I promise to behave myself and be a good girl if you let me, please."

        Leta gently caressed my cheek then said, "I'm sorry Valerie, if I didn't have this business I have to take care of in Seattle I'd enjoy your company, but it really would be best if you were just a doll till I get you to my shop."

        I sighed and said, "Okay, then I guess if I gotta be a doll then go ahead and do it now. . . ahh. . . Is it as hard for Christy to turn me back'n forth between a doll and a living girl as it is for you with mannequins?"

        Christy said, "No, I use a very different method for this particular transformation, but some transformations are truly permanent."

        As I stood up and stepped to the middle of the 'safe' zone Christy said, "This well be a lot faster this time, Valerie." Then I was again compelled to stand at attention, and I began to shrink again. This time, it seemed to take me less then a minute to shrink down to the size of a barbe doll. Once my transformation was complete I was so happy to be a doll again and I really hoped I'd stay a doll forever this time.

        Leta picked me up and examined my dolls body, before she carefully put me in my doll tube I saw the plastic tube now had a fancy embossed label reading:


Special Edition Doll
made for
Leta's Fashion Emporium

       Leta put me in my doll tube away in the cabinet with the other dolls. I saw that each of the other doll's tubes was labeled like mine was, so I now know the others are named Jeani, Dawn, and Renee. It seemed like Leta had just closed the cabinet door, and a few seconds later Christy opened the door again. As Christy and Leta put me and the other dolls in special carrying case I saw it was labeled:

Leta's Fashion Emporium
Special Edition Dolls

       This time, it seemed like I was in the dark a couple of minutes after the carrying case was shut before it was opened again. As Leta took me out of the carrying case and set me on a shelf I saw I was in a very fancy woman's clothing store. I assumed this was Leta's Fashion Emporium and I'd soon be one of the many mannequins I could see from were I stood on my shelf. I could also see at least a dozen people browsing around the displays, counters, and shelves so the shop was obviously opened for business. As the day passed, many of the patrons would stop and admire me and the other dolls. I couldn't help wishing one of the motherly looking patrons would took me home for their little girls to play with.

       After Leta's Fashion Emporium closed and the last patron left the store Leta and three of her employees carried me and the other dolls to the Fashion Emporium's storeroom. Leta took me out of my doll tube lay me on a cot and did something to turn me back into living breathing girl again. After she returned each of the other dolls to their human form, Leta introduced us to the four young women who was watching with obvious interest.

       She said, "Girls, this is Valerie, Karen, Lila, Jeani, Dawn, and Renee. They will be mannequins in our new young teen section. Girls, I'd like you to meet Donna, Debbie, Sandra, and Barbara. They're all current, or former mannequins who work for me in other capacities now. They, and a few others who are currently on display, are actually the ones who run this place for me, so they will be the ones dressing you and changing your display."

       Donna and Debbie seemed about my own age and look like sisters, with the same honey blond hair, greenish hazel eyes, and nice even tans. Sandra was a very pretty young black woman with raven black hair a lot like my own, big soft golden brown eyes, and a beautiful chocolate brown complexion several shades lighter then my own. Barbara looked like she came straight from Ireland with her curly coppery red hair, bright green eyes, and a pale freckled complexion, she also sounded as Irish as she looked.

       After everyone gave me a friendly greeting Debbie asked, "Mistress Leta, may the new girls go with Donna and me to a movie? We'll all be back in plenty of time for Sandy and Barb to get us ready for tomorrow."

       Leta must have saw the look of surprised hopeful anticipation on my, and the other's faces as she looked Donna, Debbie, and the rest of us over like a doubtful mother. Then she smiled and said, "Yes, you girls may enjoy yourselves for a few hours. I want you to stay together, and be back here no later then 1:00 am. I don't have to tell you girls to stay out of trouble, do I?"

       Donna and Debbie both quickly said, "No, Mistress Leta. Thank you, Mistress Leta." Then they each took a hand and pulled me out of the storeroom's service entrance.

       As we stepped out on the street from the ally Debbie said, "Ohh, wow. This place has really changed since the last the Mistress let me out."

       I asked, "Have you two been mannequins for Leta very long?"

        Debbie nodded as she looked around with wide eyes and said, "Oh, yes. Years'n years. It feels so weird to be moving around like this."

       Donna agreed, "Yeah, it sure is. I don't know how real people can move all the time like they're always doing."

       "Uh, how long have you been, ahh, animated?"

       Still looking around like her sister, Donna replied, "Oh a long time now."

        "Yeah, it must be a whole hour since Mistress Leta animated us and changed our appearance so we'd look like real living breathing girls." Debbie said.

       Donna said, "Debbie, I still can't believe you asked the Mistress if we could go to a movie!"

        "Yeah, can barely believe I did it too! And, then she said YES!"

       I asked, "Uh, guys. . . ahh, I mean girls, how long have you been Mannequins?"

       They both looked puzzled then Debbie asked, "What's the date, Valerie?"

       "Uhh, it should be early May, 2004"

        "2004!" they both squealed in surprise.

        Debbie said, "God! It's been almost sixty years since I was last animated."

       Donna nodded and said, "It's been over thirty years for me."

       I stopped dead and just stared open mouthed at them, and I wasn't the only one to do so, till Donna laughed and asked, "Are you girls feeling well?"

       I finally managed to nod and say, "Yeah, I guess so. I was just surprised by how long you two said you had been mannequins. You mean that you were mannequins for that long with no break?"

        Debbie casually replied, "Oh, Mistress Leta has given us several breaks since she first transformed us into mannequins. It's just been fifty years since the last time she did so."

       "Just how long ago were you first turned into mannequins?"

        Debbie got a thoughtful look and replied in a strong cockney accent, "It was the early autumn in the year of our Lord 1778."

       Donna said, in an equally strong southern accent," I became one of Mistress Leta's mannequins on the night of September fifth 1867."

        "That's a long time, I didn't realize she was that old. No wonder she didn't think twenty years was a long time."

       Donna asked in her 'normal' southern California teenage girl voice, "Is that how long you're gona be one of the Mistress's mannequins?"

       I shrugged and said, "I don't know, I thought she agreed to ten years, compared to you two that doesn't seem very long at all."

       When Donna and Debbie glanced at each other with similar wry smiles as I said this, I asked, "Why are you two smiling like that?

       Donna said, "Well, ten years IS a long time to be one of the Mistress's mannequins, for the first time."

        Debbie added, "Most of the people who agree to be one the Mistress's mannequins do so for less then five years."

       "LESS then five years!?" I exclaimed, then I spotted some boys who seemed a couple of years older then we appeared to be. They had also spotted us, and they were heading our way. I suddenly realized my two companions were totally out of date as far as how act around boys today.

       Even though I realized probably I wasn't much better informed about modern teenage boy-girl relations I said, "Uh, girls. It looks like we've attracted the attention of some boys, I'm pretty sure things have changed a whole lot since you two were last animated. Try not to panic if they seem more then a little, forward."

       The approaching five boys seemed to be fairly clean-cut types instead of obvious gang-bangers, but I knew appearances could be very deceiving. As the boys approached I became acutely aware of how short my skirt was and how visible my lacy black bra was through my thin scarlet blouse. As my nipples tingled in a way I never experienced before I also wondered about how my makeup looked. I decide the best thing to do was to ignore the boys as long as I could, so turned to Debbie and Donna and asked, "What movie did you want to see? Did you have one already picked out?"

       Donna said, "Oh, yeah. I saw one listed in the newspaper that sounded interesting."

       As I chatted with the other girls about the movies Donna read about I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to react to the boys who were still showing a lot of interest in us. I had a feeling the next few hours was going to be 'interesting' ones.

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Continued in
The Transformation

Title: A Mannequin's Life:
Subtitle: A New Beginning
Date: 17-06-00

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