Window Dresser’s “Inventory, Part A”
The Medusa Chronicles - episode 4587
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction!
Harriet pressed “F6”, the button that opened the “Enter new Mannequin”-mask on her computer terminal.
It was now her job to take an inventory for this window dressing company. She would file all of the valuable display items that the company had in stock to dress the windows for its customers: “reduced 50%”-signs, curtains, chairs, plastic flowers, glass bases, a variety of other props and a small army of mannequins. The customers were mostly small boutiques and salons with large display windows, but these stores were far too small to afford their own visual merchandising departments. Mason’s seemed to be the major exception, and Harriet couldn’t figure out how Jeanette managed to land such a large account.
Harriet took the job because she really needed to earn some money. She still hadn’t made up her mind about going to college, but she definitely knew she’d need revenue if she was going to afford her new apartment. Even though Jeanette had told her that this was a temp to perm assignment, Harriet maintained high hopes of staying indefinitely. All of her friends had been extremely supportive of her new job, although she couldn’t remember the last time she managed to break away from the office and chat with her adored comrades. Lately, Harriet felt just a bit more distant from her friends than usual, as if they didn’t understand her anymore.
The first week she worked at a computer in the storeroom of the company and entered all items in stock into the database. The whole day she looked into a terminal screen. It was a bad screen; it flickered badly, and the bright flashes were incredibly distracting, making it hard to work and concentrate. The dizzying effect was amplified when Jeanette, her boss, would enter the room. Jeanette looked so stylish, smelled so delicious, was so feminine; Harriet found herself compelled to be just like her boss. Finally, Harriet grew tired of her own dressed down appearance. So, at lunch on Thursday, she took an advance on her salary and bought herself an underwired bra, a garter belt with stockings and a dress with a wide flared skirt. A stunning pair of 3-inch heels completed the fetching ensemble. As she stood in the dressing room, she was amazed by the reflection that stared back at her. She looked irresistibly sexy in her new threads!
Wearing this feminine outfit instead of her jeans and jogging shoes, she appeared for work on Friday. Jeanette, her boss registered the change in Harriet’s appearance with satisfaction: perhaps Jeanette’s subliminal messages were reaching Harriet’s subconscious brain after all. Based on the fact that Harriet was now wearing the exact outfit suggested by Jeanette, using her own special computer program, she grew hopeful that Harriet would eventually succumb to her own pervasive influence.
“You can accompany me today, Harriet. Most of our material is on display in our customer’s shop windows. Take the laptop computer to enter the files!” Jeanette ordered. Harriet took the laptop, entered the car and they drove to a small furrier’s trade. She was introduced to the shop owner as new member of the window dressing staff. Jeanette instructed, “Please, undress the mannequins and file them. When you are finished, I’ll need you to help me redress them!”
Harriet was led into the display. She approached the first mannequin, opened the buttons of the fur coat it was wearing and tried to pull down the coat. After a few inches it became very difficult: the arms of the mannequin blocked further removal. But then Harriet recognized the purpose of the pivot points in the shoulders. She bent the arms back and soon the fur coat was down. Harriet then removed the mannequin’s hat and laid it on top of the coat, leaving the mannequin remained naked and on display.
The other two mannequins wore a fur cape over an evening gown: the one a white ermine cape over a royal blue dress, the other a dark brown mink cape over a fire red dress. Removing the capes was very easy since they had no sleeves. However, she had to pull the arms out of their pivot points before she could pull off the evening gowns. Finishing up, she also she removed the earrings and the necklace.
Then she sat down and logged everything into the inventory. The mannequins each had names. Their names were printed on their buttocks, under the company logo. Soon ‘Cindy’, ‘Nicole’ and ‘Stacy’ were archived on hard disk.
Before they redressed the mannequins together, Jeanette spoke to Harriet. Yet, Harriet quickly forgot the contents of the conversation. Somehow, it was not important compared to her need to improve her make up. She wanted to look just as attractive as the beautiful mannequins do. From now on, she would pay closer attention to the faces of the window dummies as they redressed them.
Finally, the two ladies stepped back, satisfied with their labors. Standing in front of them were two mannequins wearing mink coats, each a different cut, posed in such a way that they seemed to be talking to each other. Harriet also noticed that passers-by could now also sneak a peak at the lacy bras underneath. A third mannequin wore a prom dress with an ermine coatee in such a way, that her voluptuous breasts were enhanced by the neckline. ‘What a bunch of naughty girls,’ thought Harriet playfully.
During her lunch break she bought several items of makeup. After heading to the bathroom, she put strong blusher on her skin, added dark eyeshadow, mascara, and false eyelashes to enhance her eyes. Finally, she painted her lips glossy red.
When she returned, Jeanette smiled. Her subconscious suggestions worked very well. Harriet was an easy victim. ’It will be a pleasure reprogramming her,’ thought Jeanette with a smirk.
After placing Harriet into a deep trance, Jeanette continued with her subliminal verbal commands. “I want you to look more like a mannequin...the face was just a test. More details will follow, but once you are able to make yourself look just like a mannequin, I will make your newfound perfection endless. Then Harriet will be more than just Harriet, she will become a flawless icon of beauty, immobilized, plastified, mannequinized!”
As Jeanette completed the core of the commands, she planted a post-hypnotic suggestion into Harriet’s subconscious mind: “You will become sexually aroused whenever you merely touch a mannequin from now on.”
For the rest of the shift, Harriet would hear Jeanette’s voice from time to time, but would be too aroused when handling all of the sexy mannequins perched around her that she couldn’t concentrate on what Jeanette was saying. She began to feel ashamed when she thought about how sexy it was to touch the stiff mannequins. Fortunately, Jeanette seemed to not notice Harriet’s distraction. Instead Jeanette continued, saying, “We have more work to do, Harriet. This afternoon a lingerie shop is scheduled. You can dress their mannequins with the new bra series, after you log them into the database!” Harriet felt her arousal building at just the thought of touching all of those hard, plastic breasts!
After arriving at the lingerie shop, Harriet was introduced to the staff as a window dresser helper. Then she had to undress the mannequins while Jeanette decided which undergarments the dummies would wear next. From time to time, Harriet would look occasionally into the faces of the mannequins but only to reassure herself that her own face was painted similarly. Throughout the afternoon, every touch of plastic made her horny, and imaging herself in the place of the mannequin, touched this way by a window dresser, embarrassed her more and more. When she pulled down each bra, revealing the perfectly shaped plastic breasts beneath, her own nipples became erect, poking through the thin fabric of her blouse. Slipping down the each stocking also tickled her leg. When she put her hands under the half-slip, her thoughts were overwhelming. She couldn’t help but picture herself as a mannequin, being felt up by a window dresser. Quickly, she rushed to the bathroom and brought herself to climax several times before she could return and made the inventory.
When she entered in the names of the mannequins, she thought about making an entry for herself: ’mannequin: Harriet’; it was a nice thought. But then she decided against it. ’A lovely dream, but that’s a step to far!”
Jeanette and Harriet dressed the naked mannequins together. Harriet eventually put on a thin pair of gloves, just to maintain a semblance of focus as she worked while Jeanette pulled the garments into place. Still the image of being dressed this way aroused her, but the gloves prevented her from touching and feeling the plastic so her embarrassment was not as high as earlier, she needed only two more orgasms in the restroom to relax.
In the evening they returned to Jeanette’s stockroom. Jeanette was talking about many things as they drove back to the office. Harriet was listening, but couldn’t quite remember what she was being told. She found herself distracted by her plans for the weekend. Foremost in her mind, she wanted her name and the company’s logo tattooed on her buttock. The idea had just come into her mind now, it seemed to be a natural continuation of her thoughts in the display when she imagined herself as mannequin! And she had to remove her hair! And she needed a wig and more elegant clothes!
When she put the laptop computer on her desk, she found a note with the address of a tattoo parlor. What luck! The note even showed the logo. She put the note into her hand bag and left for the evening.
That same night, she called the tattoo shop and arranged a date for the next afternoon. Thankfully, they also did hair removal.
On Saturday morning she went shopping; Harriet bought a corset that made her waist 4” smaller and whose padded cups made her neckline an eye catcher. Then she purchased a tight skirt and a coatee, matching and enhancing her narrowed waist. In the hair department she selected a wig with blonde, curled, shoulder-length hair. Finally she found in the shoe shop a pair of elegant black patent leather pumps with spiky 4-inch heels.
Wearing this elegant outfit she approached the tattooist, who introduced herself as Tammy. After undressing she was reamed with a hair removal lotion; ten minutes later, Tammy helped by showering off the lotion. All of Harriet’s hair, even the hair on her head, rolled down the drain. Harriet now looked just like a mannequin without a wig. When Harriet showed Tammy the picture of the tattoo that she wanted, Tammy noticed, “Wow! You’ll have the logo of a mannequin company on your butt cheek. You will look just like one of their mannequins!”
Harriet blushed. “I want to look like one of the mannequins!” she confessed.
The procedure that followed was an hour of shooting pain, but her appearance was worth it. The pain even lingered a bit afterwards, but Harriet shrugged it off, saying, “No pain, no gain!” As she pulled up her pants once again, she saw Tammy’s face light up.
“You know, if you want to look more like a mannequin, you’ll need to do something about that,” uttered Tammy as she pointed at Harriet’s pubic mound. “Mannequins are sexless!” Indeed, Harriet’s sex was indeed quite visible, exposed, protruding and with a wet hole in the middle where real mannequins were all smooth!
But Tammy made a proposal: “I think I have something here that might work for you, though!” She went to a drawer and pulled something out. It was a skin colored rubber slip with a built in vibrator. Harriet slid her legs into the leg holes as Tammy pulled the slip upwards. The dildo slipped easily into Harriet’s pussy. Then Tammy smoothed out any folds or wrinkles until the look was flawless. “Now you are smooth between your legs! And look, the logo and your name are still visible, here and here.” Then, she pointed out the borders of the slip. The borders looked just like leg seems. “See, real mannequins have pivot points! Now you do, too!”
Harriet was thrilled that she looked more and more like a real mannequin! She could feel the juices shooting through her moist and filled sex. Tammy led Harriet over to a couch, saying, “Just lie back and enjoy what you are feeling!” Suddenly, Tammy turned on the vibrator. Thinking about becoming a mannequin excited her beyond all previous comprehension. Harriet felt her muscles stiffen as several orgasms washed over her body.
“Now, I will tattoo permanent make up onto your face! That will also help you to look like a mannequin,” Tammy told her. Harriet nodded her rapt approval.
This treatment also caused some pain, but when Harriet saw herself afterwards in the mirror, she was astonished. Her skin had an even color all over her face, a tone lighter then before. All flaws had vanished under the treatment, and her skin was very smooth now. Around her eyes, mascara and dark eye shadow was tattooed into her skin. Eye brows, thin and feminine, and long eyelashes had also been etched into her skin using a similar technique. And her lips glowed a deep red that would never blur or fade.
She looked like the mannequins she had examined so intensely! And it was much better then the make up she did herself! Her skin was so luminescent now; it almost looked like plastic.
Again she felt her vagina get damp. She leaned back and felt renewed waves of pleasure overwhelming her. Exhausted from her skin’s treatment and the frenzied sexual activity she fell asleep.
Harriet had a strange dreams that ashamed her. In the dream she was again in the furrier’s trade of Friday morning. Jeanette sent her into a changing cubicle where she took off everything except the rubber slip. Jeanette reached over and handed her undergarments, a prom dress and a mink coatee. Harriet complied completely and put on everything. Then Jeanette called her out. Harriet was introduced to the furrier’s staff as ’the new mannequin’ and she was proud of it. Then Jeanette guided her to the display. The three mannequins were rearranged so there was now room for a forth mannequin: her, Harriet! She stepped onto an awaiting glass base and waited for Jeanette. Harriet felt totally relaxed as she stood totally motionless. Jeanette then arranged her arms, her head, her lips to an elegant pose. Harriet remained in whatever pose she was led into. She enjoyed being cheesecake in the skillful hands of Jeanette. Her arms were kept back within the mink coatee so that the V-neckline of the prom-gown was prominent and showed much of her breasts! Jeanette turned her so she was facing another mannequin that also wore a prom-dress. Then Jeanette cupped her breasts with her hands and pushed them upwards. Harriet’s breasts looked fantastic! She felt Jeanette opening the zipper in her gown’s back. Jeanette removed the strapless bra and her breasts still poked upright as before! The gown was closed and arranged so that only her nipples were just barely hidden. Jeanette whispered into her ear, “You wanted to be a mannequin and now you are one! It’s your will that makes you a mannequin! If that’s not enough, just tell me, I have chemicals that can help you!” Then Harriet was left alone in the display. She could see her reflection in the mirror on the side of the display. She could also see that the staff and the passers by were admiring her through the window, and she was very proud to be such a beautiful mannequin...
Then the dream was finished. Harriet awoke and immediately realized that she could move. She was gravely disappointed. The dream was so fantastic, she had to find a way to become a real mannequin! She just wanted it more than anything she’d ever wanted before. Harriet didn’t notice the head phones on the pillow. She was too distracted by the euphoria to notice. Then Tammy spoke to her. “Good morning, doll! Are you refreshed now? You managed to sleep through Sunday!”
Harriet sat up on the couch. “You mean... it’s Monday morning!”
“Yes!” Tammy replied.
“Oh, I have to go to work! How much do I...?” Harriet asked.
“I’ll send you a bill!” Tammy tattooist replied, “and you have just enough time to dress correctly! I can help you!” The tattooist laced her corset 2 inches tighter than before; Harriet had worn it the whole weekend! Harriet put on the rest of her stunning outfit, then strutted into the company’s stockroom. She was ten minutes early. She started the computer. Harriet pressed “F6”, the button that opened the “Enter new Mannequin”-mask on her terminal. She entered “Harriet” in the name field, her measurements in the appropriate places and the current date as “production date”. After her dream, she felt an urgent need: she wanted to be registered once and for all as a mannequin.
When Jeanette arrived...
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