So I go on vacation for a couple of weeks and my favourite bath-soap store
closes its doors on me and is replaced by... I don't even know. The sign says
Dream Weaver so maybe it's a bedding store. Although the stuff in the windows
doesn't look like bedding, it's just a bunch of vials filled with colourful
liquids. I guess I won't figure out what this place is unless I go inside.
Woah, I don't remember this shop being quite so big.
Did the new owners open up the back rooms to make the store bigger? Then again,
I don't think my store would get to this size if we did that, and we're only
three units over. And if they had done that, there would be nowhere for an
employee to hide from a customer, and this place is a desert...
"Can I help you, miss?"
"Aaah!" What the heck? Where did he come
from?
"Oh! I'm sorry, I must have
startled you, I've been told I need to be a bit noisier when I enter a room to
avoid these situations."
"No, it's all right. I'm easy to
startle to begin with and being lost in thought doesn't help that."
There's no door there, just a wall behind a counter. Unless he was sleeping
behind that before I came in, how did he get there? "Maybe you can answer
my question though: do you know what
happened to the hand-made soap store that was open here just a couple of weeks
ago? I'm friends with the owner and she never said anything about going out of
business."
"Soap store? Is that where I've
ended up? I suppose that doesn't really matter though. Don't worry, your
friend's store is still open and I'm sure it's doing brisk business. I've
simply borrowed her storefront for a while, and only for a select few people; congratulations on being one of them."
"Ooookaay... Look, I enjoy a joke as much as the
next girl but I'm seriously worried about my friend, if you don't know what
happened just say that." What exactly is this guy on? 'Borrowing' a
storefront and only having certain people see it? I guess it would be amazing
if that could actually happen, but it has to be impossible.
"I'm not joking though. Tell you
what: why don't you go outside my store, then turn around and see for yourself
that your friend's store is still there. Then when you've reassured yourself
that she's doing fine, you can find me again by simply leaving her store and
turning around again."
"You know you sound nuts, right?"
"Sounding nuts and being nuts are
two different things. Now go! See what I'm talking about for yourself."
"Fine, I'll play along. But you know that when I turn around and your
store is still here I'm just going to leave."
"I'm not going to stop you if you
decide to do that, but you'll be missing out on a life-changing experience if
you do."
What a weird guy. I'm almost tempted to not even bother turning around, why
give him the satisfaction of seeing me following his orders?.. Wait I smell
soap. What? There it is... Suddz. And I can see
Vivian inside helping customers. This is surreal, how can two stores be in the
same place? Does Vivian know there's a strange man stealing her storefront? I guess
I could go ask her, but the place is as busy as ever and I don't want to cause
a scene by sounding like a mad-woman. I guess I should find out what this Dream
Weaver store is all about now; he'll be the only one who can tell me. What did
he say to do? Just turn around... And it's back. In I go, I guess.
"You're back"
"Yeah. You've got me curious Mister Disappearing-Shop-Man. What is this
place?"
"Please, call me Quill. This place
is my shop, I sell various magical items and potions that I've created, all
with the aim of helping people live out their fantasies. And for you to be standing here right now means that my
sensor-spells decided you have a deep-seated fantasy that I can help you with, Miss Saki Ono."
"Magic? You sell magic? I'm sorry, but even after seeing your shop vanish
and reappear that's still a little hard to swallow." Live out a fantasy?
He can't mean that. Even if he does, can he really do it? And would I want it
to happen?
"Well then allow me to give you
another small demonstration; you'll need to
be the target of my spell though. I get the feeling that unless it happens to
you directly, you won't be wholly convinced. I can assure you that I won't
bring you any harm."
He wants to use magic. On me. Can this really be real? Am I having some sort of
weird dream? Maybe something fell on my head and I'm just in a coma, and this
is my brain's way of telling me something is wrong? I guess I should answer
him... "Fine. Something small, that you can undo if I don't like it. Just
enough to prove you are what you say you are."
"Easily done."
His eyes are glowing!
"Saki, your hair is going to grow
until it reaches your butt."
"What? That's it? That's your spell? Just telling me my hair is going to
grow?"
"Were you expecting some big
incantation? It's a simple spell that needs only to be a simple command. You
look great like that, by the way."
"What are you talking abo... Oh. I guess that spell worked. Do you have a
mirror I could look at? I want you to change my hair back since my head feels
way too heavy, but I've always wondered what I'd look like with longer
hair." He wasn't lying. Maybe he can help me.
"Over near the back there are a few mirrors. Stay away from the gold-framed
ones though; they can have some strange effects on people who are under
enchantments. They should all be covered, but I find it best to always give a
warning. By the way: your hair is going to change back to normal when you're
done looking in the mirror."
"If that was another spell then thanks." Wow! I do look good. Maybe I'll ask him to throw hair growth in with
my fantasy spell. Not that it would really matter, now that I think about it.
"So Saki, I've proven my power to
you, and I know you have some kind of fantasy that I can help you with, but my
sensor-spells can only tell me so much. I don't know precisely what it is you would want me to do. Care to enlighten me?"
Should I tell him? It seems so silly to say it out loud, and I'm not even sure
if I really want it to happen. All the best stories make it out to be
enjoyable, but those are just stories, this is real. But if I don't tell him,
I'm going to spend the rest of my life regretting it. I just know it. So... here goes nothing.
"I want to be a mannequin."
"A mannequin? That's your fantasy?"
"Yes. I mean... no. I mean... maybe?" Come on! Why can't I make up my
mind?
"You seem undecided; maybe that's why my sensors picked you out.
Believe it or not but there are already many ways out there for a girl like you
to go get yourself turned into a mannequin. You only need to go looking for it
and someone in the know will be happy to oblige you. Full
truth: some of the mannequins in this very mall are former living women
like yourself. Of course, most of those methods are more – ah – permanent than you seem to be looking for,
at least at this time. I can offer you a variety of different ways to be
transformed, as well as different lengths, and if you wish I can even get you
into any window of any store here wearing
any outfit you'd like."
"Really?" That doesn't sound so bad. If his services aren't too
expensive maybe I can get him to put me on
display in one of the evening dresses at my store for a week, just as a trial
run.
"Of course, your fantasy isn't as
uncommon as you might think, so it's one that I'm well prepared for. Do you
have anything in mind right now? I can have you standing stiffly in a display window anywhere in the world by the end of
the night if you wish."
"Well... I do have something in mind, but I just took a vacation from
work, I don't know if it would be a good idea to say I need another week
off." Dammit... why couldn't I have found this place during my time off?
"Just leave that to me, tell me
where you work and I can ensure you won't have any problems."
This is getting to be too good to be true. Why do I have a feeling that when he
tells me the price of all this I'm going to have to go deep into debt to go
through with it? I guess that would be a way to ensure he eventually gets a newly minted mannequin to sell that was formerly a
woman avoiding debt. Gah! I need to stop worrying; he seems reasonable enough, maybe
he'll have some sort of instalment option.
"Well... I work at the store I'd like to be displayed in; we have a small collection of designer evening
gowns, and there's a particular one I know I'll never be able to afford. It's a midnight black strapless, backless gown with
a semi transparent bust, and a form-fitting cut. I've tried it on in secret before and it looks great on me. If you could
get me into the front window of my store
wearing that dress for a week I think it would be a good test of whether or not
I want to be a mannequin for a longer period of time."
"You want to be displayed in your
own store? That makes things easier for me then, I can probably work some magic
and even have you paid as if you were working."
"That would be awesome! But speaking of money.... how much will this cost me? I'm not exactly rolling in it working at a retail job." And here it comes, the whopping number that's going to put
me massively in debt and seal my fate in plastic forever.
"And I'm not exactly wanting for
money, considering I have unlimited control over the very fabric of the
universe. I do have a few operating
costs, however, including buying potion ingredients and the like, so how does
fifty sound for the week?"
Did I just hear him right?
"You're looking at me like I'm
about to say 'and add your immortal soul to the deal'. I'm not some devious devil trying to trick you; I'm just a mage who wants to enhance other
people's enjoyment of their lives. So is fifty dollars too rich for your
blood?"
"No! No. Fifty bucks is good, I
actually have that on me right now... Here. So how does this work? Do you just
tell me that I'm going to become a mannequin, and then I do?" I think that I might be a bit disappointed if that's all there is to it...
"No, growing hair is simple; causing a flesh-and-blood woman to become a
hollow piece of plastic is far more complex. For your first transformation
though, lets stick to a classic: The display
stand transformation. This stand here should
be a match to the ones they use in your shop correct?"
"Yeah, so what do I do exactly?" I've read enough stories that I
think I know what he's going to say.
"Well, you're going to have to
strip down completely and then stand over on the base in the pose you want to hold for the
week. Make sure you are in contact with the pole; it doesn't have to go inside you, though that is an option. Once you're in the pose you
want, tap your right foot three times: the
pole will then trigger the transformation. It may make some small adjustments
to your pose, things like arching your plastic feet to fit high-heels, and
raising your breasts as if you were wearing a bra, but beyond that the pose of choice is yours. If you want some privacy
there's a room in the back with mirrors on each wall, you can try out poses, then watch yourself transform in
there."
"I think I'll take you up on that. Thank you!" I can't believe this
is really going to happen. I wonder what the change is going to feel like?
"You're very welcome. I'm going to
close the shop while you're in there, and go arrange for your window to be
prepared. Don't take too long picking a pose, I'd like to get you out of here
and on display shortly after I get back."
"All right. I have one in mind already
so I shouldn't take long." I wonder why the rush? Maybe the spells needed
to get me in there are on a time limit. Oh well, I do know what I want to do, a
nice simple pose that you'd see on an average mannequin. Lets see... the pole
is coming out of the middle of the base and
he said that it needs to be in contact with
me. Oh! The height can be adjusted. Hmm... I'm going to be wearing a tight-fitting dress, and the pose I have in mind
wouldn't allow for that much room behind me without the pole showing through...
I guess there's nothing for it but to center myself over the stand. I'll get mostly into pose before raising it, though; I
don't want to get too distracted. Now... Left leg straight, right leg slightly
behind, with the foot at a right angle to the left and give a slight bend in the knee. Lean my torso just a little to the right to create a smooth curve and have my right arm hanging
down with a slight bend in the elbow and my left arm hanging and following the
curve of my body. Now I just turn my head to the left a bit and stare off into
the distance. Ok... I look pretty good; three taps of my right foot and... OH! Wow... that feels strange, but it's
definitely pleasant. I can't move anymore, and I can see my body starting to
change. The spot where the stand inserted
itself is already just a round hole for it to go into, with the area around it
being as smooth as any other mannequin's. Looks like it's spreading out to make
my hips and butt into plastic first. This is surreal; I'm watching myself
turn into an object! Not only that but I did this to myself willingly and even
paid to make it happen. It feels good though. My plastic parts are all tingly,
it's not quite orgasmic, but it is pleasurable. The transformation’s reached my feet, and there they go, arching themselves just like a normal mannequin’s. I'm ready for
high-heels now, and they won't hurt to wear! There are some perks to being
plastic. Well, my lower half is done, now it's spreading up. There goes my
stomach; I wonder how the magic deals with
all my internal organs? Are they becoming plastic too? Or are they just
vanishing as the transformation spreads? Oh, I want to watch this; my breasts
are about to change. Just as I thought, they didn't raise much! I'm allowed to
feel proud of that fact, right? Well this is
interesting; apparently I'm to be a mannequin without nipples. Not even little
bumps, my breasts are just round plastic orbs now. Given that I'll be wearing a
semi-transparent fabric over that area maybe this is intentional since
mannequins don't wear bras? Oh well; that
area seems to be even more tingly than the rest of me, besides where the stand
is inserted, so I don't really mind. My head is about to change! Guess my arms
were finished while I was focusing on my lack of nipples. Up and up it comes,
there's my lips, just glossy plastic now. My nose is done, with my nostrils
just being indents in the plastic. My gorgeous blue eyes are glass now. That's
a nice touch, I don't like the painted-on look as much. I guess all that's left is for my hair to become a wig. After it
grows down to the small of my back, apparently. I guess he must have known I'd want this. Well, I'm officially just
a Sakiquinn now. Hey.. Wait a minute, it looks like
there's something written on my butt. It's hard to focus on it in the reflection of the mirrors, but... it says Saki.
And under that there is a bar-code. Should I
be worried? Or is this just an extra touch on Quill's part? Oooh...
that tingly feeling is getting stronger... though it's circling in bands around my body... ah! I see. My separation points. Now I can be
dismantled. Is that a good thing?
"I'm back Saki. You ready for
display?"
You know it's impossible for me to answer yes to that so why bother asking? Just
come in here and tell your creation how she looks.
"Wow, you look great. A nice
classic pose, and I can't help but notice where you placed yourself in regards
to the stand. As an added bonus for girls who go that route, the stand is set
to vibrate whenever the mall is closed. You don't need to sleep now so I figure
you'll need some form of entertainment."
You twisted, brilliant man. I hadn't thought about needing to sleep or not, so
I guess this will help me pass the time. Now tell me about that bar code! I'm
worried. And what happens if the week runs out and some part of me isn't on me?
"Alright, lets get you over to the
shop for display, the manager seemed really attached to that dress so I
couldn't persuade her to let me bring it over here so I could dress you myself.
I guess I'll have to bring you through the mall as-is.
Don't worry; it's only a short trip. I'd
dismantle you but those lines are just pivot points to help with dressing; you
can't be taken apart."
Well that's one thing off my mind.
"You also may have noticed a bar-code on your
butt. Don't think on that one too hard, it's just to help you blend in with the
other mannequins."
And there's the other. Is he reading my mind?
"I need some way of communicating
with my subjects don't I? Don't worry, though,
I can only do this when you're in a transformed state, not when you're a normal
human being. So are you ready to begin your week on display, my Sakiquinn?"
Less talking, more walking, Quill. I
can't get there on my own!
Continued in Part 2 - Observations