Family Heirloom
by Northern Chill
Janet walked quickly down the concrete steps of the
house she was just leaving with a nasty scowl. She had learned
last
year that her aunt, missing and presumed dead after disappearing from a
boating trip in Florida, had left behind a will to be read after her
death. Although she barely knew her aunt other than the
occasional
Xmas card and phone call, Janet knew that her aunt was very wealthy
with few living relatives.
However, her thoughts of a lucrative inheritance
were quickly dashed as she learned that the majority of her aunt's
money was to be put into the formation of a charitable foundation to be
administered by the lawyer who read the will. The lawyer, a man
in his
early 40's by the name of Charles Bird, informed Janet that her
inheritance from Aunt Patricia was nothing more than some shares of an
electrical company and a few family heirlooms and personal letters that
belonged to Patricia.
"I travel all this way and for what? A few old
hunks of jewelry and some letters she wrote to a boyfriend who moved to
Europe. Sheesh.. well, if I pawn these relics, it'll probably pay
for
the plane trip back home, I suppose," she muttered as she stormed off
to her waiting rental car.
Janet had just gotten into her car and about to turn
on the engine when she heard a familiar voice trying to get her
attention. She looked across the parking lot to see a man dressed
in a
three piece suit who she recognized as the lawyer that read the will.
"Ms. Jones... Ms. Jones! Could I talk to you for a
minute before you leave?" the lawyer yelled out as he reached her car
before stopping and bending over to recover his breath.
"What can I do for you, Mr...? " Janet asked
understandably curious about the lawyer's wanting to talk to her.
"Charles..Charles M. Bird, my dear. I want to ask
you to hold off on any plans you had for possible sale of you late
aunt's effects until I have done some research into the history behind
them. They may actually be worth more than they appear to be," he said
with a warm smile on his face.
"Thanks, Charles, for the offer. However, I must
tell you that I don't have the kind of money needed for that type of
work," Janet said noting how handsome and refined he looked.
"Actually, Ms. Jones, the research is paid for by
your late aunt's estate. It seems she was curious herself about
certain items she owned but she never found the time to find their
origins. One other condition of the research is that the heir,
you,
stay in town until the work's done with all your expenses also paid for
by the estate," the lawyer said, handing Janet a set of papers
which
confirmed what he had just explained.
"Well, ok, if you insist though I'll have to be
honest that I wouldn't know what to do while staying here in
town. I'm
a complete stranger here and don't have anyone who can show me the
sights and sounds of this area," Janet said softly while looking
hopefully into the man's brown eyes.
"I'd be more than happy to show you all this area to
offer and then some. Would you like to start with dinner tonight
perhaps at a little four star restaurant I know of?" the lawyer
inquired warmly which was answered quickly by a happy nod from Janet.
Over the next couple of weeks, Janet was shown all the
colorful sights and sounds by Charles, who she was quickly falling in
love with. In fact, the series of intimate dinners and quiet
conversations over a glass of wine quickly led to nights of
passion
and intimacy. Janet ordinarily didn't jump into bed with a man
she had
only met a few weeks ago but there was something about Charles which
caused her to cast aside all her inhibitions.
After one night of steamy sex, Janet wandered out from
the bedroom wearing only her brown bikini bottom. They had spent
the
evening in Charles' hot tub before retiring to the bedroom and the
bottoms were still damp from the hot water. She walked into the
living
room where she found a large cardboard box sitting next to the
couch.
Looking at closely, she saw that it contained the items she had
inherited from her late aunt.
"Janet, why don't you try the long gold chain around
your waist? I've discovered the details behind it's
creation and I
think you might appreciate them more while modeling it," Charles said
with a mischievous wink as he sat down on a couch opposite her.
Janet smiled broadly and got the chain he indicated out
of the box. She hitched it up so it hung just below her waist
straddling her bottoms. She then raised her hands up and held
them to
obscure the view of her nipples from Charles' view. "Well,
lover, if
you want to see the rest of this body again tonight, you had better
tell me the story of this chain," she said with a smirk on her face.
Charles smiled an evil grin and quickly uttered several
unintelligible words which sounded to Janet like some sort of
Latin.
She wanted to ask what was going on but found she was unable to
talk! In fact, none of her limbs would move in the slightest!
"My God!!... what's happening to me?.... I feel so strange.... what did Charles do?"
Janet shouted mentally as she found herself staring into a wall mirror
. She saw that her skin was changing before her eyes from bright
pink
flesh to tan-colored plastic. She could see joint lines
appearing on
her arms, torso and upper right leg like those you would see on a store
mannequin.
Janet could feel her pussy sealing up triggering what
felt
like the most intense orgasm in her mind as she felt it become smooth
plastic like the rest of her body.
"A MANNEQUIN... I'm becoming a mannequin.. nothing more
than a hollow plastic dummy!!" Janet screamed to herself as she noticed she had ceased breathing and
moving altogether.
Even though she couldn't see it, she could
feel her
nipples disappearing as her breasts became twin mounds of plastic that
stood out prominently from her inert body.
Charles
got up and walked over to Janet once he was
satisfied the transformation was completed. He rapped his
knuckles on
her lower torso and smiled when he heard a hollow echo in
response. He
then stepped in front of the display figure that Janet now was and
looked into the glass beads that her eyes now were composed of.
"My dear
Janet; perhaps I should explain how you got to
this state. The history behind the chain I had discovered
sometime ago
originated back in Roman times. It seems a high ranking senator
had a
soothsayer put to death because of a mistaken belief she had stolen
several golden chains from his wife. With her dying breath, the
soothsayer put a curse on the chain that whoever uttered a certain
phrase around the wearer of the chain would cause the chain's wearer to
transform into an inanimate object fresh in the speaker's mind."
"Your aunt came
into its possession a while back just
before she retained my services for a real estate matter.
However, she
refused to pay for my services and threatened to have me disbarred if I
took her to court. When I met her one day in her home, I took the
chain from where I knew she kept it in the house and decided to see if
the legend was true. After that, I reported her 'disappearance'
to
fake her death and to see if she had any relatives. Unfortunately
for
you, you were her only one to show up," Charles intoned as
he
brought out a trolley cart and placed Janet on it.
"I guess all that
there is left to do is wheel you off to
your new home in a special room I've set aside for you. You'll
even be
reunited with your aunt, though I doubt either of you will have much to
say," Charles said as he wheeled Janet out of the room.
Janet screamed
mentally at the thought of spending the rest of
her existence as a mannequin with nothing but another mannequin to keep
her company...
"Who knows, Janet, maybe
someday you'll be inherited as a
family heirloom much like the ones you came here for. That's
an irony, eh..?" Charles said as he left Janet in her new home to ponder
her new existence as just another display figure.
THE END