Replacement Mannequin - 3

by Paul Jutras & Heather St. Claire

[Another superb collaboration!  --Ed.]

A ringing echoed  in a small Chinatown shop. A young woman with stringy black hair and wearing a kimono crossed her legs and picked up the phone. Her purple lipstick-adorned mouth smiled as her purple nails held the receiver. "Hello?"

"This is Heather Mamoru!" Heather shouted angrily into her phone on her desk. "I was the laughing stock at my party tonight. "I promised my friends to show them a living mannequin and when they showed up all they got was something they can see in any street front window!"

"No you broke our contract not to let anyone see what I sold you." The shop owner said with a gleam in her eye. "That is quite a shame."

Heather watched as the crystal that the shop owner had given her started to glow red light some kind of Christmas night light. "What the?" She muttered as she stared into the crystal and didn't notice the mannequin moving up behind her. When she did notice a shadow falling over her, she turned around wide eyed and screamed.

The next morning a detective went into his Chief's office and slammed the door behind him. "I'm telling you... There is something going on with that Chinatown shop. Drugs, white slavery and who knows what else."

If only the mannequins sitting inside the Chinatown shop could talk, she would tell the officers what had happened; but it was a tale they would never believe; somehow, the strange crystal had allowed a consciousness, a life force inside one of her mannequins switch places with her. She was now stuck inside the mannequin while the mind of the mannequin controlled her body.

Well, maybe stuck wasn't the right word for it. At first Heather had been very angrily; then very frightened. But as soon as those feelings passed, she found herself beginning to get use to her new body. She realized that every square inch of it was extremely sensitive. Just the feel of the soft, silky kimono against her hard plastic exterior sent waves of pleasure through her body.

The small shop was not very well ventilated, so Heather had left a rotating fan on all the time... when it made the circuit of the room, and caught her at a particular angle, the wave of cool air across her sent her soaring toward ecstacy. She was almost becoming resigned to her fate. But she still wondered what had happened to her body?

For that answer, she needed to go no further than the mysterious woman who had sold her the crystal in the first place. Heather -- or the mannequin mind in Heather's body -- was sitting across the desk from her in the back of the shop. "With control of Miss Mamoru's shop, we will have a nice source of illegal income... that will help finance our activities.. after all, we have lots of our mannequin sisters to set free, don't we."

The new Heather smiled. "We sure do. I can hardly wait."

"Remember the cover story I gave you." The mystery woman said. "It's too bad the police got called in; that means they'll be watching the shop more closely for a while."

The woman nodded. "Don't worry. I can deal with them. If worst comes to worst, we will have a couple of new mannequins to display men's wear." The two women laughed heartily.

A couple came into the shop with tears rolling down their checks. "May I help you?" The mysterious woman asked politely and quietly. Her purple lips spread in her normal mysterious smile as she they took a seat before the desk.

"We recently lost our daughter in the hospital." The wife said between tears. "She was sick for so very long and we thought..."

"We thought you may offer something that could get us over our grief. "The husband finished. "We've heard that you sell pets and many other things to aid in the broken hearted."

"I think I may have just the thing." The woman got up and lead the couple through the back curtains. They passed along an endless hall of doors; which made it hard to believe they were in the same shop they saw from the outside. The woman then lead them into a room where they saw a large dog laying on the empty room's rug.

With a friendly bark they got up on its hind legs and began to lick the couple's faces. "Just remember not to let anyone else see your item and never let it miss a meal. This can be very bad if that happens."

With almost a zombie gaze in their eyes, the couple signed the contract. They took the dog home and set it up a place in the basement so that it wouldn't be seen. While Mr. Irons went to work, Mrs. Irons went about fixing its food and playing with it."

When it came near dinner time and Mr. Irons arrival home; however, Mrs. Iron was too busy fixing their own meal to think of the dog. It wasn't until its unearthly howls got her attention that she went down into the basement to check on her pet. "Don't worry sweetie. As soon as I finish fixing my hubby's meal, I'll take care of yours."

Her eyes lit up with horror as the dog's eyes glowed red. The crystal the shop owner gave the dog to play with was glowing too. With snarls it charged forward and knocked Mrs. Irons to the ground. As its jaws dug in and began to rip her clothes off, she quickly passed out with freight. If she had remained awake, she'd of notice her legs shorting and her eyes changing to a reflective glass.

"Honey, I'm home." Mr. Irons said as he listened to an answer, but got none. "What's up?" he wondered as he headed down to the basement to see a dog mannequin posed in the center of the floor. His wife was nowhere in sight. If had had been outside, he'd of seen  someone who had looked like Mrs. Irons reporting back to the Chinatown shop to report the switch had happened.

As the woman -- former dog -- headed inside the shop a young model was leaving with a pair of magic fat sucking pantyhose that the owner of shop had declared that would keep her hips and legs trim for the rest of her life.

"Did the switch go off okay?" The shop owner asked.

"Yes." The new Mrs. Irons said. "The former Mrs. Irons is now sold to a lovely pet shop in the mall to display collars, leashes and even pet sweaters. How are the other transformations coming along?"

"Quite well." The woman said. "The woman will find her new crystal nightlight I gave her to show off her legs in the dark will make sure that the hose will be part of her forever."

The model, whose name was Tiffany Thomas, raced home. She couldn't wait to try on the new hose. She was only 24 years old, but had started modeling when she was 15. It was a business that seemed to be made for the young. No matter how carefully she watched her diet and how much she worked out, it seemed as if she couldn't quite stop the years from starting to show. Nothing that most people would notice. But she did. And the people who did the hiring for modeling jobs did.

As she rolled up the leg of the hose and pointed her toes to slip them on, she almost immediately felt a pleasant warmth. She didn't notice the crystal nightlight starting to glow. "This is interesting." She thought. "It must be the effect of the hose." Before too long, she had them on; she was still wearing her blouse and bra, but nothing else. She walked over toward the mirror to see if they had the desired effect. She wondered why she was finding it more and more difficult to move.

She made it to the mirror, but just barely. She could no longer move. Her legs felt strangely solid on the outside, yet hollow inside. Then the upper portion of her body just seemed to collapse in on itself; soon all that was left standing in front of the mirror was a new pantyhose form.

The mysterious woman sent another of her former mannequins to pick up the crystal nightlight and the pantyhose form. As soon as she had left, she picked up the phone and called the new Heather. "How's business?" She asked.

"Great!" The new Heather said. "Just great. We've got more business that we can handle." When the woman asked her if the police had been around lately she said no and they both breathed a sigh of relief. But their feeling of calm wasn't going to last long; because of the police were just now receiving another mission persons report . This one concerned a model. Tiffany Thomas. And it was assured that it would get special attention -- Tiffany was the police commissioners daughter.

"Alright!" The police detective that was trying to get a search warrant shouted as he leapt in the air and clicked his boot heels together. He quickly grabbed his hat and coat and headed down to  Chinatown. He entered the shop's main to face the mysterious woman; where he slammed the warrant onto a low table. "I want to know what it is you sell here!"

"Dreams and second chances." The woman spoke as she walked behind him and started to massage his shoulders. She slipped off his coat and loosened his tie. "You're so tense detective. Muscles already so tight and inhuman."

"Don't change the subject." The detective said as he tried to take a step, but found his feet wouldn't move. "I... I want to check this place out."

"Of course you do." The woman whispered into his ear. His legs and hips soon felt solid on the outside and hollow on the inside. Pressing her hand into his spine, she arched his back and watched it stay in position when she released. "You're much too manly for my taste. Perhaps after a few changes you'll feel like joining me for tea."

"What are you doing to me?" The Detective asked as the mysterious woman set one of her crystals into his hand and placed a wig on top of his head. As she ran her hands over his body it seemed to take on a polish plastic look to it. As her hands passed down his chest, he suddenly felt a hallow weight was suddenly added and a heat between his legs when she touch there. If he could bend over; he'd of notice the reason he couldn't make his penis go erect was because it was no longer there.

  "You are beautiful now." The woman kissed a pair of hard, red painted lips before she began stripping her new female mannequin. She then pulled up a full length mirror for the detective to see herself. "Now take a look at your lovely new self, Miss Sherlock."

"Jillie Sherlock will be a good name for you." The mysterious woman smiled as she took the crystal back and put it with the others. She then took the new Jillie and tipped her onto her back. The heat in her new sealed pussy throbbed for attention as the shop owner slid a pair of plum hose up snuggly against the mannequin's crotch. When it was finally in place, Jillie exploded in a mental orgasm like she never felt before. She them slid up a pair of blue jeans and angled her feet into a pair of two inch heels. "One thing you should know, Jillie. Those hose your wearing was once as human as you. A girl whose dream was to feel nylon against a pair of legs for eternity. Being a mannequin without even the need to pee, she can remain snuggly on you for just that... eternity."

"One last thing." The woman chuckled as she placed a semi-transparent blouse on the new Jillie Sherlock so that the upright breasts were seen peaking through. "Now that's perfect. The mannequin that has replace you with a second chance at life will see you are shipped to her former store."

The former detective could only watch as she was picked up and brought a few steps back into the craft. Once packed up, she was shipped in blackness to the shop. She only saw light once the crate was re-opened in the middle of a display. She was taken out, had the zipper in the jeans pulled down and placed with a display pole through the zipper. Jillie could feel the hose being pushed into the small support hole where her sex should of been.

The mysterious woman then arranged for Heather to deliver the female police commissioner a pair of green nylons with red crystal sparkles sewn in. The commissioner stared at it with a hypnotic gaze; which forced her to remove her old hose and put her new one on. She carefully slid her legs into them so not to make them run and were amazed at her the sparkles gave her toes a painted appearance.

As a tingling started in her feet, she tried to stand up, but found her legs gave in from under her. Laying on the floor she looked back to see that her legs were now a pair of empty nylon legs. She tried to scream, but her body was already collapsing in on itself; until she was nothing but a pair of nylons herself.

With a smile, Heather picked up the hose and slipped them on the commissioner's private dressmaker dummy. The mannequin quickly came to life and called off both the search for her daughter and the investigation on the Chinatown shop. The mysterious woman could now continue her replacement plan without interference.


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