A Slight Accident
It was another rainy weekend. Bill and Angela
were just relaxing around the house. Bill was in the living room reading
a magazine and Angela was working in her sewing room making a new outfit.
The mannequin in the room was exactly what Angela needed to make the dresses.
It was so easy pinning the hem of a skirt. There was no more guess work.
Bill called up to Angela and said if you need anything I'll be in the display
room to do a little dusting. Okay, she replied. The hum of the sewing machine
The mannequin just stood there perfectly poised.
It was hoping to catch a glimpse of the new dress Angela was making. "There,
done "said Angela. She carried the dress to the mannequin and with
no effort dropped the new garment over it. The mannequin could only see
the folded fabric coming down over its head. Glimpses of light and darkness
past it's eyes as the dress was tugged into place. A zip up the back and
the ensemble was complete. Angela walked around and was quite pleased with
the result. The mannequin glanced at a mirror on the wall. It could see
that it had on a long white dress. Oh so pretty, the mannequin thought.
I know Angela will love wearing it. I remember the days I would love to
walk around wearing dresses like this, but now no more. I'm Angela's now,
her sewing form. Angela walked around the mannequin one more time examining
the dress. It was so nice have a mannequin look exactly like herself, she
thought. I wonder if Bill would like to see what I have done?.
Going down the stairs of the display room she
found Bill dusting off each of the mannequins. He loved let them see what
was happening. They all darted their eyes towards Angela as she entered
the room. There was Cheryl, Monica, Janice and the new one: Maureen. They
were on the platform. They followed her motion as she walked up to Bill.
She gently put her arms around him and kissed him on the check. Hey come
on up stairs you should see my new dress. In minute he replied. You have
anything to drink down here? Sure back in the preparation room. Bill continued
to dust and adjust each of the mannequin's poses. He rotated Cheryl, who
was wearing a white negligee towards Monica. Cheryl was just holding up
the hem of her negligee as to give one a peak. He positioned Monica as
if she was pointing to Cheryl's private area. They looked enticing.
Angela came out of the room sipping a drink.
The displays look great she commented. Maybe next time, get them a little
closer? Not a bad idea, replied Bill. Bill turned around and gasped. My
God Angela you didn't drink that did you? Yes, why not, it's pretty good.
That's the serum and it's not ready. Quick into the bathroom. Together
they ran. Bill had Angela heaving into the sink.
Get it out, it's irreversible, he kept telling her. She kept drinking water and vomiting it up hoping to clean her stomach.
God, I feel so tired, she finally said. You don't think..do you?
I don't know he replied. That was undiluted, 100%. How do you feel?
Well just tired, but okay. Am I going to turn into a.... mannequin?
Well, the final serum will only do that if
I aim the remote at you. That stuff wasn't finished being mixed. So you
would be okay. In concentrated form, the stuff would instantly make you
solid. Giving that you vomited everything and nothing has happened, you
should be okay. If a little stayed in...I really do not know what will
happen to you..
Angela and Bill looked at each other. Slowly
they eyes drifted to the display room. "Promise me Bill if I become
a mannequin, you will really take 'care' of me. Bill held her close and
whispered into her ear "only the finest clothes and some pampering,
Angela." Look, why don't we just wait. Okay, it's not as if you are
going to die. In fact, you could end up living for a very long time. Angela
looked up at Bill and smiled before they kissed. A sense of wanting went
through them. Together they went upstairs to their room and went to bed.
They had a wild time and were exhausted. They
fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometime in the afternoon Bill woke up
with a start. "Bill, look what's happening to me." Bill pulled
the covers back and saw Angela looking down at her feet. The skin around
her toes began to change. It had a vinyl look to it, a sort of sheen. Bill
reached out and touched her big toe. It was much more pliable than the
mannequins. Slowly the effect began to creep up Angela's legs. "Bill,
I am turning into a mannequin!" "Not completely" he said.
He was still watching the effect and touching her leg. Can you move you
toes? Angela wiggled her toes the best she could. They actually moved but
had a little crinkle sound to them. She turned towards Bill looking for
"We obviously didn't get all of the serum
out of you. It was apparently diluted by the water. And I think it's going
to be permanent." Angela looked at Bill and then glanced down at her
chest. The nice tan that was on her body was taking on a sheen. She had
no difficulty in breathing, but felt her movements were becoming restricted.
She crawled out of bed and stood at the foot of it. Bill sat up and watched
in amazement. The effect was now at her cheeks and was rapidly enveloping
her head. She felt as if she was being immersed in molten paraffin. The
effect was now beyond her cheeks and approaching her nose. The nape of
her neck was catching up. Then her eyelids took on a heavy feeling . She
looked at Bill and suddenly knew the transformation was finished. With
a abrupt pop inside her head, she knew she was cutoff from the outside
world. She had some panic as she tried to move. But with some difficulty
she found that she did have some mobility. Slowly she moved about the room.
The motions were very mechanized. "You walk as if you were a ...robot"
He got up and put on a robe. Slowly Angela
turned around as if someone had her on strings. "At.least.I.can.still.talk.to.you."
Her voice wasn't metallic but it was obvious that it had change. Words
were a little difficult to announce. She felt sort of comfortable, in fact
pretty good, but her motions were so limited. Bill noticed that her hair
began to fall out. Soon a pile of her beautiful hair was at her feet. With
some difficulty she bent over to look down and then looked up at Bill.
"Oh, don't worry Angela, I'll take care of you." With little
effort he picked he up and carried her to the preparation room. Standing
her there in the middle of the room, he slowly positioned her arms by her
side. He proceeded to conduct some tests on her and after an hour, sat
there shaking his head. He pulled up a chair in front of her.
"Angela, how do you feel?" With a
slow monotone voice Angela responded "I.ac.tu.all.y.feel.pret.ty.good
Bill slowly shook his head to the negative. Angela, here's the story. The
serum you drank was not fully prepared. Consequently, the small amount
you retained made you into a partial mannequin. Actually you are more of
a living doll than mannequin. You are much more pliable. I won't have problems
bending you. In fact bending you will be easier than my collectibles. But
it will be a concerted effort on your part to make any movements. Your
skin will be like this forever and your hair will never grow. Any position
you desire or that I put you into, can be indefinite. Your locomotion will
be rather mechanical like. What do you say, we at least make you appear
as normal as possible. You know you have to stay with me forever. Slowly
her reply was "o.kay."
Bill proceeded to clean Angela with a damp
cloth. It's fabric against her vinyl made a slight squeaking sound. He
went to the makeup box and started to glue on some false eyelashes. With
a surgical needle he implanted tiny hairs above her eyes, bringing back
her eyebrows. "Angela, do you want me to glue on a wig or not? With
out moving her head she replied. "pl.ease.do.not.glue.you.may.wa.nt.to.
try.diff.er ent.roles .with.me." Bill only smiled. "Angela,
you are kinky to the end." Slowly she continued to speak "Do.not.for.get.my.con.tacts."
Bill slapped his head. "I keep forgetting those." He rambled
through his kit and took out a pair. Placing drops onto them he inserted
them into his girlfriend's eyes. The contacts were opaque, so Angela couldn't
see. Only a pair of faraway eyes stared back at Bill. Picking up the remote
he aimed it at her and the contacts allowed her eyes to be seen.
Bill decided to be creative. Maybe his living
doll would look rather nice as a blond. He placed a shoulder length wig
on her. He brushed the wig a bit, making the edges look feather-like. He
went to the closet's to select an outfit for her. What he brought back
made Angela to smile. The smile came very very slow. But the outfit was
one of her favorites. It was a black nightie that had a strap that went
up her butt. Pretty much like a throng. The lace was so delicate. Her vinyl
nipples were barely seen through the lace. She loved wearing it. Bill proceeded
to dress her. Surprisingly when he placed the black stocking on her legs,
garters were not needed. They stayed firmly in place. Next were her heels
and finally her makeup. Moving the mirror towards her , she slowly gazed
at her appearance. "Not.too.bad.Bill" came her response.
As Bill did some detail work on her body she found herself being drawn
more to the mirror.
Looking out from behind her vinyl encasement
she saw what Bill had done to her. Staring back was a seductive looking
mannequin. The more she looked, she reminded herself of the dolls she played
with as a girl. Pouty lips, blonde hair the layered itself on her shoulders,
angular looking features and skin they had no blemishes. She looked like
a model out of one of the fashion magazines. Bill did a good job, she
thought. She felt herself being turned on. And being inside, wow, really
neat. Feels so warm and nice. And being frozen like this, I thought it
would hurt. Not at all. There's just no pain, no stress. I wonder if this
is how Bill's other collectibles feel?
Bill stood back to admire his work. Angela,
he said. I know in the past I have teased you about joining my collection,
but didn't think it would happen this way. "I.un.der.stand.Bill.it.was.an.ac.ci.dent."
Bill went up to her and kissed her on the lips. At first it was strange
not to have any response The lips felt warm. But they were firm. The cheeks
smooth and yet, they felt like plastic or vinyl. It was at first like kissing
a balloon. Slowly Angela turned her head towards him. "Wou.ld.you.like.to.fi.nish.what.we.were.do.ing.ear.li.er?"
Bill only nodded in approval. Without thinking he walked to the base of
the stairs. He turned and watched the living doll walk across the floor.
Its step was measured. So precise, like a machine being controlled. He
felt himself being aroused like nothing before. Finally she made it to
the foot of the stairs. "I.will.ne.ed.your.help." Smiling
he lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom.
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