With CMQ's permission, I am posting the first of what will be probably 4 parts to a little FF story I concocted some time ago. While the story is complete, it seems that this is a method of posting that draws a lot of interest.

So, with thanks and praise for CMQ for creating FF Inc. and allowing others to write for them, I give you part one of FF Inc. vs. DreamWeaver!

Fem-Fantastique, Inc. Vs. Dreamweaver, Part One
By Bob

This story takes place in an unspecified time after the overexposed story. By now, the identities of three of FF Inc. are known to the general public.

Susan's Shopping Fantasy

For several months, criminal activity seemed almost non-existent. Sure, there were the usual robberies, thefts and assaults that plague any society on a daily basis, but Susan, AKA Transparency Girl, knew that super villain level activity was somewhere lying low, waiting for the right moment to return. She tried to keep a hard edged focus on what she saw as the return of the likes of the villains who had provided her team the toughest challenges, as any leader would, but lately, she couldn't help but let her guard down. It didn't help that Dee, AKA Shadow Lady, was always telling her that she should enjoy these quiet times, and sometimes the others would also gang up on her, insisting that she get out more often and enjoy life's offerings.

Today, she relented and decided to shop for new clothing, almost causing Dee to faint when Susan announced her plans to shop for clothing. Alone, the tall blonde walked into an expensive clothing store and admired the clothing on the racks and mannequins. She found herself faced with a dilemma. She was committed to purchasing one new outfit, but found several she'd like to take home with her. Money was not the issue, rather, discipline demanded that she stick with her previous plan. "Too much indulgence", she kept telling herself, "is a bad thing and sets a poor standard for the team." "Can I help you, madam?" Susan's thoughts jerked back from their wanderings. "Actually, I'm having a difficult time deciding on a new outfit. I'm supposed to attend a banquet in a few days, and... Well, you know how it is." "Yes, I do." The salesman replied, an understanding smile on his face. "Why don't you try a few on? Many people find that some garments aren't quite right and that makes the decision easier." "Thank you, that's a wonderful idea, mister?" "Weaver." For a split second Susan allowed herself to gaze into his deep, piercing blue eyes. "It's been so long... No. This is not the time nor the place." She thought to herself and focused again on her shopping mission.

Unfortunately, every outfit she tried fit. Even worse, they all looked good on her. Finally, she asked Mr. Weaver for his opinion. With a few pointers from Mr. Weaver, the decision was made and Susan settled on a form fitting black dress, not too tight and not too loose, but perfect for the upcoming banquet. Mr. Weaver rung up the sale and Susan allowed herself one more look into his riveting blue eyes before leaving the store.

That night, Susan dreamt of her experience at the store. The dilemma was there, she could choose only one dress of dozens she really liked. Mr. Weaver was there, too. He offered his assistance. He started by measuring her. "Please, stand on this." He said, indicating a small platform consisting of a lower step and a raised step. He stood on the raised step while Susan took her place on the lower step. As he measured, he kept up the conversation, "Many people have the same dilemma. They can make only one choice when they'd love to be able to wear all of the latest clothing. Raise your arms please, arms straight out." "Yes, I find myself wishing that I could wear the latest fashions, myself," Susan replied. "Do you?" Mr. Weaver replied. "In that case, as you wish!" A brilliant flash enveloped Susan and she heard an evil laugh from behind her. Startled, Susan turned and... "What's happened to me? I... I'm frozen in place!" Suddenly, her stiffened body tilted back. The store lights seemed to bounce. She was being walked to a different part of the store. Seconds later, she was on her feet again, staring at... "I've been turned into a mannequin?"

"You did wish to be able to wear the latest fashions, didn't you?" Mr. Weaver stepped between Susan and her reflection. "You should be more careful what you wish for. Now, let's start by preparing you for your new role." He waved a hand in front of Susan's face. When his hand passed from view, she found herself staring at her naked body. The site of her hardened body reflecting the store lights confused her momentarily, but the reality of her plight was setting in quickly. "Let's see, first we'll start by giving you a more realistic look!" As she watched herself in the mirror, she saw her breasts change. The areolas grew less and less distinguished. Her nipples seemed to melt back into her now featureless breasts. Her makeup vanished from her face. Her skin took on a uniform, lighter tone, which seemed shinier under the store lights. "Okay, now for my favorite part!" Susan felt a hand from behind her pass between her thighs and come to rest on her sex. She could feel the warmth of the hand and wanted desperately to move herself against it. Instead, she felt the evil of Mr. Weaver's magic tingle through her body. When he withdrew his hand, she saw that her sex was now featureless, smooth plastic. "And for the final touch, your new outfit!" Again, Susan felt a tingling sensation through her... body. When it subsided, she saw that she was wearing a black body stocking that completely covered her from the neck down. "Stock boy, please cart this mannequin over to the erotic lingerie department." Susan found herself staring at the floor at an odd angle. Suddenly, she was staring at the store lights again. Transformed into plastic, she could only watch as the lights passed by as she was wheeled to her department. Finally, she was lifted from her cart and placed on her pedestal, but something went wrong. The last thing she heard was, "Watch out, she's falling backwards!" Again, the store lights were in her face as she fell backwards, to land with a hollow thump...

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