Debbie then took the gold
chain and wrapped it around her waist just enough so she could
close the clasp on her right thigh.
Standing upright, Debbie smiled brightly as she held her pose like the many statues she and Nancy had walked past in their nighttime excursions. Strangely, she felt an odd tingling sensation that was starting to spread from where the chain was on her through her entire body. She dismissed it as part of the excitement she was feeling about being discovered like this by Nancy.
However, when she saw her reflection in a nearby brass sculpture, the true nature of the feeling and its repercussions revealed itself to her. Her skin was rapidly changing from flesh and blood to warm plastic devoid of freckles and blemishes and any other signs of humanity.
Debbie could see lines forming out of the blue on her
shoulders, wrists, waist and left leg as the change swept through her
"A MANNEQUIN... WHY.. HOW..... PLEASE NO.... I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE !!!!"
Debbie shouted to herself as her ability to move or talk had
ceased. She saw that her breathing had also ceased now with her
breasts now two mounds of solid plastic with dark brown circles capping
them. Her eyes had changed into twin pieces of colored glass,
though somehow she could still see out.
As the change neared its completion and Debbie's mind started to fade away, she became aware of two things occurring. The first was Nancy running into the room and screaming in horror at the sight that she took in. The second was the distant sound of police sirens that seemed to be heading in their direction. After that, there was nothing as the change was complete and an inanimate plastic figure stood where a living human being was just a few minutes ago.
Nancy heard the approaching sirens as well and figured if she didn't get out of there, she would be arrested for certain or even changed like her friend was. Grabbing her purse and wearing only a T-shirt and shorts, she raced out the door vowing to try and find out what had gone wrong that night with her friend..
Twenty minutes later...
"All right, let's dust the place for prints and go talk to the neighbors for a description of who lived her.." Detective Kojak shouted to the men bustling in and out of the house. He pulled out a lollipop and sucked on it thoughtfully while looking over the semi-nude mannequin.
"Detective!... Detective, we've got a problem here!" a man shouted as he ran up to the bald officer.
"What is it, Sergeant Hutch? Did you get hold of the museum curator who put this anti-theft device in his exhibit? I want this mannequin changed back to the woman she was right away!" Kojak snapped at the curly haired man.
"Well, that's the problem, sir. You see, the curator tried to get hold of the inventor of the unique device that was designed to look like an ordinary chain earlier today but was told he had died in a house fire just recently . Unfortunately, the same fire had also destroyed all his notes including how to reverse the change. The curator was going to remove the chain tomorrow but..." Hutch said softly before trailing off.
"DAMN! All right, Hutch, get over to the curator's house and arrest him right away!" Kojak shouted as another officer threw a tarp around Debbie's figure.
"On what charge?" Hutch inquired
"Mannequincide...." Kojak muttered to himself as he walked away slowly........