Another Acquisition
Lindsay
entered the quaint little boutique, and headed straight to the window.Only
a week and a half ago, her boss Sandi had visited this store, disappeared,
and now this mannequin, that look just like……..Lindsay stopped.She
must be going nuts.Upon closer inspection,
she found that the mannequin she thought looked like her former boss did
not.
“How
stupid am I?” she thought, “How could a mannequin look like Sandi?Further
more, what difference would it make?”
Lindsay
sighed and thought back to that fateful Friday afternoon.
Sandi
had left early for lunch, and when she returned, something had changed.Aside
from the fact that she left in conservatively dressed business suit andcame
back in a short skirt and funky platform heels, with a tight, transparent
sweater, and aside from the fact that she was wearing enough makeup to
make a Las Vegas show-girl blush, aside from all that, she was still
different.
She
was forgetful, unusually happy, and giddy, almost like she had been smoking
something “funny” during lunch.
Lindsay
had remembered the look on her face when she left the office that afternoon.She
looked so joyful and carefree, and sexy.
The
former executive assistant blushed at that thought.She
pretended to browse through the shop, while her mind wandered back in time.
Lindsay
had never had bisexual feelings until she got the job at Coopers &
Woodhouse, her former employer.
She
remembered her first day on the job as Sandi’s assistant.How
she began to day-dream about her new boss, only to wake up and shake her
head.“I’m not like that” she would
think to herself, “and I’m sure Ms. Leary is not like that either”.
Little
did she know, that as her crush on her boss grew, her boss’s similar crush
on her grew as well.
She
sighed as she poked through a rack of shiny leather pants.
Why
did Sandi just up and leave?Where
did she go?Why did Janice Edwards,
that bitch at Coopers & Woodhouse who replaced Sandi, not want her
to be her assistant?
The
store clerk approached Lindsay with a warm smile, “Are you being looked
after?” she asked.
“I’m
okay thanks” the girl lied “just browsing for now”.
The
sales lady smiled, “No problem, if I can help you in any way…….”
“Thanks”
Lindsay tried to politely end the conversation, as she headed for the other
side of the store.
When
she reached the centre of the boutique, the young, unemployed assistant
froze in mid stride, her jaw hanging open.
There,
standing in a display with several other props and mannequins, was a familiar
face.
Lindsay
shook her head.“Can’t be”, she thought,
as she eyed the mannequin before her.
She,
or it, looked just like her former boss.A
dead ringer, except for the hair.Sandi
had had longer blonde hair, and this mannequin’s locks were very short
andfire-ball red .But
everything else about her, it, was exactly like Sandi.
“I
must be having a mental breakdown” she thought to herself, gazing into
the plastic figure’s deep glassy eyes.
“You
okay dear?” the shopkeeper asked.
“Yeah,
I…just..”Lindsay fumbled for the right words.As
she looked up into those eyes, she could almost feel the mannequin staring
back at her.
Probably,
because she was.
It
had only been a week since Sandi’s transformation into a plastic display
tool, but she had already accepted her new existence.In
fact she was loving it.She was the
centre of attention, she got to wear hot new clothes all the time, and
she was sure that people, men and women, were still thinking about her
when they left the boutique.
Sure,
it seemed like a waste.All the money
spent on her education.The friends
and family she sacrificed to claw her way towards the top of a major brokerage
firm, only to become a piece of inert plastic in a boutique.
But
she was in heaven.Her vibrator echoed
quietly through her now-hollow body, filling her with waves of sexual ecstasy.
She
had almost forgotten her previous life, that was, until Lindsay walked
in.She had watched her former assistant,
from her perch in the middle of the store, hoping that she would see her,
and know who she was.
Judging
by the expression on the girl’s face, Sandi’s wish had come true.
Sandi
saw the storekeeper, the evil-bitch that had done this to her, talk to
Lindsay.Actually, Sandi didn’t really
hate the woman that much, she was even beginning to like her.
“She’s
remarkable isn’t she?” the store-owner spoke.
“She’s,
yes, I mean she, she looks like someone that I know” Lindsay turned to
the lady.
“That’s
because it is someone you know!” Sandi shouted inside her head.
“Really?”
the shopkeeper seemed surprised by Lindsay’s response, “Who?”
“My
old boss” the girl felt a wave of emotion swelling to the surface.She
hadn’t really talked about the disappearance with anyone, and the clerk,
Cehrina her tag read, seemed interested.
“Really?”
Cehrina added, “Go, on…”
“Well”,
Lindsay began to unload, “she disappeared a couple of weeks ago, and no-one
knows where she went, andthe new
person fired me, and now I’m going to lose my apartment cause I can’t find
a good job, and I really miss her, and why did they give up looking for
her so soon?!Why?” as her last words
left her mouth, the former secretary burst into tears.
If
there had been a heart inside Sandi’s empty plastic body, it would have
broken in half.“Lindsay really cares
about me” she thought.The executive-turned-mannequin
longed to comfort her young friend.She
instead watched, as Cehrina put herarm
around Lindsay and consoled her.
“There-there
my dear” she tried, “Let’s get you cleaned up, you’ve had a rough week.I
know just what you need.”
Cehrina
winked up at Sandi.
“No!”
she screamed, or tried to at least, “Not Her!Not
Lindsay!”But alas, nothing escaped
her painted lips.She watched the
shopkeeper escort the girl towards the rear of the store.
“What
do I need?” she heard Lindsay ask.
“A
make-over” Cehrina replied.
With
that the too women disappeared behind a curtain, and Sandi was left to
her plastic prison, shouting, crying and pleading, yet completely silent.
“You
lay back in this chair and I’ll give you a quick facial, dear” the store-owner
spoke with a soothing warmth that captivated the young assistant.
Lindsay
lay back in the chair (which was very comfortable) and let Cehrina apply
the cool masque cream to her face.Within
a few minutes the girl’s entire face, neck and ears were covered.
Lindsay
felt the cream tingle as it worked.
Cehrina
went to her cupboard and removed a syringe filled with bright orange liquid.She
was short staffed today, having sold off her last two assistants-turned
mannequins the day previous.She
needed the money to make a down-payment on a new, bigger store across town.She
had sold many of her older mannequins.
Being
the only one working meant that she needed to speed up the conversion process.
“How
wonderful”, she thought to herself, “I’m tying up loose ends, and adding
to my inventory at the same time.This
one has a special attraction to her boss, so I’ll grant her, her wish to
be together.”
She
let out a little chuckle as she injected the needle into Lindsay’s thigh.The
girl didn’t even notice.
Suddenly,
a bell rang, alerting Cehrina to the front door.
“Back
in a sec dear” she said to her latest client.
Lindsay
moaned her acknowledgment.She was
so relaxed that she didn’t even care what was happening.
Back
in the store, Cehrina greeted her new customer.
The
woman was very tall, with long slender legs.She
wore a skirt suit, with towering stiletto heels.The
skirt had obviously been shortened, to a length that even Ally McBeal wouldn’t
wear.This was a woman who enjoyed
power.While her face was not terrible
pretty, she had done her best to create the illusion of beauty with a liberal
amount of makeup.
“I
need to pantyhose, quickly, and not those cheep ones either, I don’t wear
them.”Even Cehrina was slightly
taken aback by this lady’s quite unpleasant demeanor.
“Ah,
well, we have many kinds, and I assure you that they are all of the highest…..”
“Save
it” the woman interrupted, “I’m in a hurry.I
have a meeting in 20 minutes and I can’t be seen with this…” She pointed
to the huge run in her stockings.
“This
way” Cehrina led the woman towards the pantyhose display.“Do
you work in the area?” She asked.
“Coopers
& Woodhouse, over in the Mason Tower on King St..I’m
the new regional director”
“Really”
Cehrina’s eyes grew wide with interest, “I know some people who work there,
did your predecessor get promoted or fired”, she pointed the “new regional
director” towards the higher-end panty hose.
“She
went AWOL, just disappeared, vanished.No
big loss though, she wasn’t very good.Too
soft for the job if you ask me.And
that little bubble-head secretary she had…”, she paused to inspect a package
of hose,“well lets just say I canned
her worthless ass on my first day”.
From
the centre of the store, a small clatter was heard, as if one of the mannequins
had suddenly moved.
The
replacement executive looked around.
“Its
an old building” Cehrina jumped in, ”Lots of noises”.
“I’ll
bet” she scowled, “I’ll take these, and I want put them on now”.She
took a pair of the pantyhose and walked towards one of the change rooms.
“Could
I interest you in a ….” Cehrina tried to stall the woman.
“No.Nothing
else.This is all”she
closed the change room door behind her.
Janice
didn’t have time for chit-chat.She
was busy woman.It had worked in
her favour that Sandi Leary had left the company.It
had sped up her schedule be several months.She
planned to be a corporate Vice President be the year’s end.
She
removed her ruined nylons, and began to slide the new hose over her lean,
long legs.
“Mmmmmmm”
she smiled to herself, “these are delightful”.
Janice
pulled her skirt back down and slipped into her shoes.She
opened the door to the change room and headed towards the check-out.
Suddenly,
she felt a slight prick in her back side, like a mosquito bite.She
turned to see the shop keeper holding an empty syringe.
“What
the hell are you doing?” Janice asked.
“You’re
going to be late to your meeting deer”, the older woman smiled.
The
up-and-coming V.P. went to lunge at the shopkeeper, but found that her
muscles would not respond.She was
frozen on the spot.
“I’ll
be right back” Cehrina grinned, “you just hold that thought”.
Cehrina
had noticed that far too much time had past since she first applied the
facial masque to Lindsay.She hoped
that there were no ill-effects.
She
was wrong.
As
she began to removed the cream covering from the girl’s face, she gasped
at what was underneath.
Nothing.
No
lips, no eyes, no nose, no ears, no features at all.The
cream had continued to work after removing blemishes and hair, it removed
her features.
Cehrina
was shocked.In all of her transformations,
nothing like this had ever happened.
She
touched the girl’s face, or at least where it had once been, the skin had
already gone hard.The rest of her
body would follow if she not hurry.
The
Mannequin-maker, worked quickly, picking the face-less girl out of the
chair and standing her in the centre of the floor.She
posed her with arms at her sides, legs straight, blank face looking straight
ahead.
The
woman then began to remove the former assistant’s clothing, dropping it
in a pile at the girl’s side.
“I’d
best see how my other project is doing” she said as she left the rear area
and returned to the store.
Janice
watched as her captor re-entered the shop floor, making her way to the
sales counter, where she retrieved a box, and two strange looking devices.The
executive wondered what the woman had been doing behind the counter, moreover,
she wondered what the hell was going on.
She
tried to move again.Nothing.
She
tried to shout at the top of her lungs.Nothing
again.
Janice
felt her panic become more of a deep depression.What
was happening to her?Why?Would
it end in time for her to make her meeting?
Cehrina
began to remove the frozen woman’s shoes and skirt.Her
feet remained on their toes, as they had been whilstin
her spike heels.Fearing that her
newest acquisition would topple over, the older lady laid Janice on the
ground, and continued to remove her clothing.
She
then produced a strange device.It
looked like a dildo and syringe, melded together.Cehrina
plunged the dildo into her victim’s moistened sex.
In
her head, Janice cried out in pleasure.She
watched as the woman continued, pushing the plunger into the base of the
dildo.A think cool liquid oozed
into Janice’s hole.
Cehrina
then pushed the device into the woman’s crotch, until it disappeared from
sight.She then watched as the Janice’s
“lips” lost there definition, slowly melding into a smooth expanse of flesh.
Cehrina
tapped the woman’s former sex, it made a strange clicking sound.
“Almost
done” she said to the woman, “Of course, you have no idea what I am talking
about, do you?”
Janice
just stared back.
“I’ve
decided that I must have your legs”, she smiled, “I’m not sure what I’ll
do with the rest of you, but your legs are absolutely perfect for my pantyhose
display.”
With
that, she produced her surgical laser, and neatly bisected the executive
just above the hips.She then posed
the ever-stiffening legs in a typical “pantyhose form” pose, one leg slightly
bent, the other pointed straight ahead.
Cehrina,
leaving the top half of the woman lying on the floor, took the pair of
legs into the rear.She proceeded
to remove the lid from a large vat, in the corner of the room.The
vat contained thick, bubbling black goo, and smelled like old rubber boots.
She
placed the form in a metal cage, and pressed a button on the wall, lowering
the cage into the bubbling vat.
“And
now for you my dear”, the storekeeper turned to Lindsay, “ I am afraid
that I have ruined your lovely face, which means that you are of little
use as a mannequin.However, you
will make an excellent ¾ torso display”
Inside
Lindsay’s expressionless head, her thoughts were racing.Why
can’t I see anything?What is she
talking about.
Her
answers became more clear as she felt dildo being inserted into her, and
the warmth of the laser torch cutting through her midriff.
Cehrina
then removed the girl’s arms, below the shoulder, making sure that the
torch sealed the cut as it passed.Lindsay’s
hair was removed next, falling into a box, which would be kept for future
wig making, when Cehrina had some free time.
She
never had free time.
A
bell rang for a split second, and the cage automatically raised from the
black guck.Within the cage, a pair
of shiny black legs sat, upside down.
Cehrina
rolled the cage through the room on an overhead track, bringing it to rest
by a bank of heat lamps.She pressed
another button and the cage began to rotate, while the warm light, baked
the glossy black coating to executive’s dis-attached legs.
The
shop keeper put the armless top of Lindsay’s body into another cage, and
lowered it into the vat.
Satisfied
that all was going well, she returned to shop floor to retrieve Janice’s
upper half.
“Hmmmmm”,
she thought to herself, “I really don’t need any more torsos”, she glanced
at Lindsay’s legs as she returned to the back room, “or any more legs for
that matter”.
“I
know what I’ll do” she exclaimed.
Working
with lightening speed, the shop-keeper began to shave the bisected executive’s
head.
Janice
cried out as her lovely auburn locks fell before her frozen eyes.
Cehrina
then applied a healthy dose of her special cream to Janice’s head and face,
before dissectingher arms, hands
and head.
She
placed the different components on the counter top, and began installing
pivot points and mounting hardware into the ends of Janice’s arms, wrists,
head, neck, waist, and in Lindsay’s hips.
“Genius”,
she thought to herself, “pure Genius”.
She
wiped down Janice’s now-hairless head, and began the task of re-assembling
the woman.When Janice’s top half
has complete, she mounted it on Lindsay’s legs.
Just
then, the bell rang, and the former secretary’s torso, made its ascent
from the vat, and quickly replaced Janice’s legs in the heat lamp bank.
Cehrina
continued with her newest creation.She
had taken the assistant, and the bitch that fired her, and joined them
together.How perfectly evil.The
fit, however, was not perfect, and needed some fine tuning..The
mannequin maker had to modify the girl’s legs and the woman’s torso slightly,
to create a seamless fit.
Thank
goodness that the skin hadn’t gone completely hard.
She
continued by inserting a display rod into Lindsay’s ass, and mounted the
rod on it’s plexi-glass base.She
then re-applied Janice’s make-up, bold and brash, and began to dress the
new display piece in the tight leather pants that Cehrina had seen Lindsay
admire earlier, followed by a leather silver mesh top. She
finished the look with silver platforms,and
a black wig, with a short, page-boy cut.
“What
am I going to call you?” she thought as she wheeled her new acquisition
onto the sales floor, “Jansay, or Lindice?”
The
woman smiled.She set up the new
mannequin, so as to face the one she acquired a week and a half ago.Sandi.
As
soon as the to former executives caught a glimpse of each other, you could
almost feel the tension form in the air.They
new who the other was, and they hated each other.
But
if this was Janice, the mannequin Sandi thought, where is Lindsay.
Cehrina
returned to the floor with a striking panty-hose form, dressed in the same
black stockings that Janice had meant to purchase only moments ago.
Sandi
gasped.
The
shop-keeper returned again with her new ¾ torso, displaying a lovely
short sleeve shirt.
“Noooooo!”
Sandi cried at the sight of what was left of her former assistant.
A
cry, of course, that only she could hear.
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