"A MANNEQUIN!!!... YOU BASTARD!!!.....
I'VE BEEN TRICKED BY THAT OLD BITCH AND HER LAWYER!!!!......
"This old bat
has to be the most picky woman I have ever dealt with. It's bad
enough that she expects us to cook up a second breakfast if she wants
to sleep in till dinner but then she makes me, and any other staff who
happens to come by, sit by her side and listen to her boring
stories. If it wasn't for the fact that she has got tons of
money, no relatives and is probably going to leave a good chunk of
dough for me and the other staff members, I'd be outta here!" Gwen muttered softly to herself as she waved her duster over the edges
of a glass case
containing what looked like artifacts dating back to ancient Egypt.
Gwen's employer,
Geraldine Longstreet, was an elderly recluse whose wealth was derived
from her late husband's estate. Although her exact savings were
unknown, Geraldine's fortune was said to be immense even after her
numerous payouts to scientists propagating theories of how to extend
life spans and similar proposals. When she wasn't browbeating
another scientist for giving less than satisfactory results, the 89-year-old woman was yelling at Gwen or some other staff member to bring
her a book about ancient Egypt. Geraldine seemed dedicated to
learning all she could about the rituals and practices of the dynasties
that ruled Egypt centuries ago.
"Old bitch probably thinks that she'll
figure out a way to live forever so she can keep all of her money for
herself! Ha!!" Gwen thought as she flicked a tiny bit of
dust off the top of the glass case before heading down the
hallway. The auburn-haired woman winced ever so slightly upon
stumbling slightly near the end of the hallway and she stopped to reach
down to check her right ankle. One of Geraldine's odd
requirements for the staff was that all the women were to wear high
heels while working and they were to wear only the frilly maid uniforms when
on the property.
Peeking
into Geraldine's bedroom, Gwen was surprised to see there was no sign
of the old woman anywhere in the room. Usually, Geraldine slept
until nine in the morning and stayed in bed until just after noon, but she
was already up and about as of eight that morning. After a brief
glance around, Gwen saw no note from her employer for her and was about
to head off towards the area where the servants took their breaks when
she heard a familiar raspy voice at the bottom of the stairs.
"Gwen? Oh, Gwen, could you come downstairs right away?
I need to speak to you right away about..... cough.... about an important
manner... cough... cough......" the elderly woman called out in a
voice that sounded a little wavering to Gwen.
"Sorry to keep waiting, ma'am. How can I help you today?" Gwen asked in a manner that was far more pleasant than her personal
opinion of her boss.
"Well, my
deary, as you may have noticed, I'm not in the best of health these
days. That's why I've decided to move to a house I've secretly
had built in the back of a property I own. For the majority of
the staff working here, that will mean the end of their employment at
the end of this month. However, I'll be making an offer to a
select few of the staff to work at my new home providing they agree to
a few simple.... cough.... cough..... conditions. If you're
wondering about your status, you're one of the few I'll be
keeping. Just make sure.... cough... cough... cough..... you read
this paper and get it back to me signed by the end of the month.
Oh, and do be a dear and bring me a cup of lemon tea right away.
I'll be in my favorite chair in the sun room reading over a few things
my lawyer brought me," Geraldine intoned as she handed the maid
a piece of
paper before turning and toddling off towards the room she mentioned.
"Who would have guessed that the old bag
actually wants me around? Considering the fact that she tried to
trip me last month with her cane, called me a useless young twit that
was less useful than an overstuffed footstool and told me she wanted me
put out with the weekly trash last week, I thought she'd be showing me
the door home. Oh well, I must be more valuable to her than I realized......" Gwen thought to herself as
she watched the elderly lady leave before folding up the paper given to
her and shoving it in a skirt pocket for later.
When
the day's work was over and Gwen was back in the tiny, one bedroom
apartment she rented, she decided to take a look at the paper given to
her. A quick glance over it informed Gwen that she was being
offered a job working at Geraldine's secluded home with certain
conditions: Gwen must agree to live on the estate's premises 24/7 and
have no contact with the outside world unless Geraldine permits
it. She could not tell anyone what her new line of work entails and
has to tell her friends and family that she was going out of the
country for an undetermined amount of time and would be unable to
contact them whatsoever. As compensation for the restrictions on
her travel and communications, her salary would be permanently increased by the
amount indicated on the form. There seemed to be too many zeros in the sum written there.
Gwen's eyes widened when she saw just how much extra she would be paid
at the new place. Disregarding the restrictions as well as some
of the other terms regarding the offer, she quickly signed her name
down where it was indicated and started to mentally plan what she's do
with all the money once she was done working for the old bat.
14 days later..............
The overhead
lights flickered brightly as the stretch limousine pulled into the
underground garage with a large steel door closing behind it. Shortly after the vehicle slowed to a stop, Gwen emerged from it and,
accompanied by several other young women carrying suitcases and bags of
different sizes, walked to a door at the end of the garage.
"Geez, if I had known that I'd
leave in the middle of the night and had to wear a blindfold on the way
here, I might have thought twice about coming here,"
Gwen thought to herself as she walked through the doorway and down what
seemed like a fairly long hallway. The group of women reached the
end of the hallway and reached a room that seemed unlike anything they
had been in before.
At first glance, it seemed like the women had stepped inside a museum
of some kind as there was numerous glass display cases scattered
throughout a very large room. In the center of the room, mounted
on a large marble pedestal, was a statue made of what looked black onyx
and looked to be a depiction of the ancient Egyptian god of the
underworld known as Osiris.
"Impressive work, isn't it, ladies? Allow me to introduce
myself: My name is Bill Mazarakis, chief financial advisor to Geraldine
Longstreet. I'll escort you ladies to your rooms, located one
floor below here, where you'll find your uniforms and a brief
description on your duties and roles you will perform here," a man dressed in an
expensive looking suit called out from across the room.
As the women walked across the room, Gwen looked around and saw no sign
of her employer anywhere. "Will Miss Longstreet be joining us
today?" she asked Bill as the group moved towards an elevator at the
far side of the room.
"Well, she will, in a matter of a speaking. I think everything
will become clear to you as to what she expects from each of you in a
short period of time," Bill replied in a somber tone.
Puzzled by the
advisor's cryptic statement, Gwen thought briefly of pressing Bill for
more information but figured to take a 'wait and see' attitude with
everything. She stood with everyone else inside the elevator car
as it silently descended to their floor. Once it stopped,
everyone except for Bill stepped out onto the plushly carpeted floor
and stood silently looking around at the posh furnishings.
Bill handed each of the women a room key that looked to have their
initials emblazoned on them. "Each of you will proceed to your rooms
that are located either to the left or right of this elevator.
Follow the instructions that are located on a table inside precisely
and reassemble in the main entry foyer in two hours. All your questions
will be answered at that time," he said before turning and stepping
back into the elevator.
With that, Gwen and the other women proceeded to their individual rooms
with minimal chatter among themselves. In Gwen's case, her room
was rather spartan in nature with a chest of drawers and king size bed being the
only large furnishings in it. As Bill had promised, there was an
envelope waiting for her along with what looked like a bottle of
mineral water.
When she opened the envelope, Gwen found that the orders for her were to
put on the swimsuit hanging in a nearby closet with a robe to wear over
it. The instructions went on to say that she should bring the
bottle of water with her to a mineral spa area that was located one
floor below the one she was on currently. The note ended on a
rather curious note with instructions, in capital letters, admonishing Gwen to
refrain from spilling the mineral water on her hands or feet.
"Geez, the old broad certainly has
a sense for the melodramatic. Well, the water tastes pretty
good. I think they added a little bit of lemon to this,"
Gwen thought to herself as she took a careful sip from the bottle of
water. After rereading the note again, the reddish brown haired
woman recapped the bottle of water and started to change into the
outfit given to her.
A few minutes later, Gwen was standing before a mirror in the room and
judging by the slight frown on her face, she wasn't impressed by what
she saw in the mirror. The swimsuit, a one piece, bright pink
outfit, appeared to have been styled after the 1950's style outfits
with padding to accentuate her bust and material that felt like the
stuff worn by her grandmother. After gazing for thirty seconds or
so, Gwen mentally shrugged and dismissed her misgivings as she figured
it was a job and a well paying one to boot.
After putting on a pair of black high heel shoes, Gwen grabbed her
bottle of water and headed out of the room and down the hallway. As she walked, she noticed the other rooms on the floor were also empty
with no sign of any other women that had accompanied her.
Stepping onto the elevator, Gwen took it down one floor and found that
when the doors slid open, she was stepping onto a floor that was very
reminiscent of the ancient Roman spas in appearance and such.
Walking gingerly down the marble hallway, she came into an open area
where she saw what looked a fairly large spa area with statues
appearing around the marble tiled edges of the water. Gwen saw
that the water appeared to funnel in from underground springs and might
be the reason why Miss Longstreet had chosen to build in such a remote
location.
"It's a very impressive looking area, isn't it, Miss Anderson?" Bill called out from an area just out of Gwen's vision.
"Mr. Mazarakis? Is Geraldine with you? I wanted to ask her
a few questions as I'm a little uncertain as to what I'm supposed to do
here other than put on this swimsuit and carry this water with me," Gwen exclaimed even as she tried to figure out where the
attorney was.
"Have you had any drink of the water as of yet, Miss Anderson?" the lawyer inquired of the young woman though he made no move to come
out into a more visible area.
"Why, yes, I had a small sip. Could you step out where I can see
you? You're making me a bit nervous by lurking out of sight like
you are," Gwen replied, with a degree of nervousness creeping
into her voice.
"Why, certainly, no problem at all," Bill said as he stepped
out from an area that was suprisingly close to Gwen. To her
bewilderment, she saw that he was carrying what looked to be a digital
camera in his right hand.
"Ummm, look, I don't mean to sound pushy or anything but is Miss
Longstreet going to be around here anytime soon? I really do have
to clarify a few things with her about my position," Gwen asked even as she was
trying to figure what the lawyer was doing here by himself.
"Oh, Miss Longstreet will be along shortly. Right now, however,
I need to take a picture of you in costume for our employee records, so if you'll
stand with your hands on your hips and look this way with a nice smile on your face, we
can get that technicality out of the way for good," Bill said,
glancing at his watch briefly before raising the camera in his hand
slightly upwards.
Nodding in agreement
to the harmless request, Gwen assumed the pose as requested and waited
for her picture to be taken. As she did, she noticed her limbs
were feeling a little lethargic when responding to her thoughts but she
mentally dismissed this as part of the fatigue from the day's
travel and activities.
After a minute or two fiddling, the lawyer finally had his camera
ready and took three almost identical pictures in rapid succession. After glancing at
his wristwatch once again, Bill snapped two more pictures. The
lawyer set the camera down on the floor at this point and stood back, looking at her
with an odd smile crossing his face.
Puzzled by the lawyer's actions, Gwen wanted to ask Bill a question but
found herself unable to talk whatsoever! She tried to move
towards the man but found her body similarly unresponsive. "What..... what's going
on?..... why can't I move... or talk...?.... this is insane......... Bill,
help me!!!" Gwen thought frantically to herself since she could not move a muscle.
"Miss Anderson, you're probably just discovering your new lack of
mobility and are wondering what is going on and such. To shatter
any illusions you may have at this point that this is some sort of
dream or bad joke, I'm going to remove your swimsuit so
you can see that what I'm about to say is true," Bill said as he
stepped forward, withdrew a pair of scissors from his suit pocket and
deftly removed her clothing in less than thirty seconds.
Mortified and
outraged at what was happening to her, Gwen saw her reflection in the
spa's water and was surprised to see that her body was taking on a
glossy appearance with any freckles, blemishes and other imperfections
rapidly disappearing. She could see what looked like joint lines
starting to appear at her waist, left leg, wrists and shoulders
as if she could be disassembled into parts. In spite of her
predicament, she mentally moaned in pleasure as her pussy sealed up and
the area smoothed over to look like the rest of her glossy body. At the same time, she sensed her anus was changing into a smooth, long
cylinder with something metallic forming over it that felt like a plate.
"You see, young lady, Miss Longstreet is dying of an inoperable
disease. Determined to beat the disorder, she has put herself
into a state of suspended animation until a cure has been found for her
condition. However, she is also determined that, as a woman of
wealth, she should not be alone when that day comes. Recalling
her younger days as an avid scholar specializing in studying ancient
Egyptian burial rites, she had this structure we are standing in built to
house her suspended body as well as her chosen female staff. She has
arranged for you, Miss Anderson and the others, to be transformed into various
types of inanimate objects: statues, wind-up dolls and other figures
of beauty that will remain inert along with her until Miss Longstreet is revived. In your
case, you'll make a very nice display mannequin until your time of revival as the
special water plus the swimsuit has permeated your skin enough to start
the process," the lawyer intoned seriously.
"A
MANNEQUIN!!!... YOU BASTARD!!!.....
I'VE BEEN TRICKED BY THAT OLD BITCH
AND HER LAWYER!!!!......
MMMMMMM....
THEY MAY HAVE MADE THIS
PLEASURABLE BUT I STILL...
OOOHHHHH......."
Gwen
mentally shouted even as intense pleasure assaulted her senses from the
stimulus the transformation was doing to her body. As for her
transformation, the change had swept into her upper torso with her breasts
becoming twin mounds of molded, hard plastic devoid of nipples, areolas
or any other features. Gwen's breathing ceased altogether and she
found it hard to focus on the anger over her immobilized state.
With her eyes becoming nothing more than colored glass and her hair changing into a
synthetic nylon wig, Gwen's transformation into an inanimate plastic
mannequin was complete. The fixed pleasant smile on her face belied the fact
that she was unaware of her fate right up until the very end.
Walking over to the stiffened young woman, the lawyer rapped his knuckles on the
figure's chest and smiled when he heard a hollow echo noise emanate
from the mannequin. "Very good! I'd love to stay a bit longer
to dress you, Gwen, but I have a trio of crystal statues in the gym area to pose for my
client.
Uuuummmppph, there we go! Good bye, Miss Anderson!" Bill said as he picked up the light mannequin figure and posed it so that it
was facing the passageway leading into the spa before leaving.
The mannequin
that Gwen now existed as was left to stand there, alone with her thoughts..... like how
long she'd be stuck there... in this form......
And if plastic of her new body would be affected by the humidity in the room.....
THE END