A Man Named Quinn

by Asylum

 

Quinn Marlett was an unfortunate man. He was in his late thirties but looked closer to fifty. He was unkempt and disheveled, covered from head to toe in filthy rags. The streets were a hard place to live and they had hardened him too. You could see it in Quinn's eyes they were cold and would chill you to the bone looking at them. Looking into his eyes would be the same as getting out of your nice warm bed and looking out your window to a grey, cold winter morning.

Quinn had been a young entrepreneur, sophisticated and savvy, he was a wolf among sheep and highly confident in his skills. He graduated from a prestigious college with a degree in marketing and he took his skills straight to Wall Street. Quinn got a job for a large banking firm and climbed the corporate ladder quickly. He was a workaholic, this left no time for a family so he lived a rather liberated bachelor's lifestyle.

All seemed to be going well for Quinn and soon he was in charge of all the stock exchanges his company made, it was more of a lead position, he had little to do with the actual transactions. He grew accustomed to the finer things but he remained kind despite his being debonair. His downfall was swift he never saw it coming.

You see Marlett's firm had for a long time, been involved in shady business practices and was going down the tubes fast. They hired in Quinn to take the fall for their actions and that he did. He spent no less than eight years in prison and after that, he was released on good behavior. After his dismissal from the criminal justice system, he was free to start life anew, but with no living relatives and all his old glory taken from him, he wound up on the streets.

So here we find him, three years have passed since he was released from prison, but none can say which changed him more, the streets or what happened after. It was a cold night in October, fall had set in but was quickly fading to winter. Quinn walked along almost waddling with all the plastic bags, filled with his meager possessions, which were tied to his long jacket.

He sneered at a group of gawking kids who were still hanging out, outside of the mall that was closing for the night, and they scattered like a flock of pigeons. Quinn continued to hobble away from the front of the building and out of the light that was coming from the neon lights at the entrance.

He came around to the backside of a department store that was attached to the mall and headed over to the steam grates that were back there. He coughed a deep lung cough that suggested he might be ill and pulled a torn and filthy looking blanket from one of the plastic bags. He laid it across the vents and proceeded to lie on top of the musty blanket. Reaching around behind him into another bag he removed a partially eaten, stale sandwich, he found on a park bench and began to eat his supper.

While eating his sandwich his hands found his most precious possession, a flask, which was filled the remnants of several different kinds of alcohols, all mixed together. As he laid there holding his flask in the dark swallowing the last bite of stale crust, memories came flooding back to him of his old life and of even simpler pleasures of being warm, or indoors, and as he remembered these things he began to cry.

He drank heavily from his flask and before he knew it, he had cried himself to sleep. The night rolled on as Quinn slept and as it did the steam suddenly stopped coming from the vents, and the cold of the night crept in on him. Stirring in his sleep, he soon became aware that he was awake and that he was colder than he should have been. He could feel the cold steel of the grates below him, and with reluctance, he pushed himself into a sitting position.

Looking around him he quickly noticed that steam was no longer coming from the building, "Hmm that's odd." He thought to himself. Pushing himself against the building, he pulled his jacket in about him, trying to keep warm. In a short while, however he began to shiver, and then to shake. Soon his body hurt from the cold and then it went numb. Knowing he could not sit in this cold much longer he stood up and began to pace bringing some warmth back into his limbs.

It was about then that, he noticed a door on the side of the building, his mind told him that it would be locked of course and that it would be useless to try, but it was getting even colder and desperation was sinking in. Quinn staggered over to it and steadied his shaking hand and grabbed the handle, his hands were so cold it took awhile before he could open his hand wide enough to grip it.

The metal was freezing cold but to Quinn's hand, it felt like it was made of fire, he pulled quickly and was surprised to find that it actually opened. Letting go of the handle he quickly shoved his hand inside his jacket, nursing the frostbite he had just endured. For a moment he could only sit and stare into that dimly lit doorway, but as warm air wafted from inside, he took a quick look over his shoulder and then stepped inside.

The door swung shut behind him as he let go of it and he found himself to be inside the department store he had been previously sleeping outside of. It looked strange and ominous in the dark, with strange shadows and shapes all around him, but what did he care it was warm. Quinn soon noticed how very warm it was, in just the few minutes he had been standing inside the door, he was already beginning to feel hot. Soon he became so warm that he no longer needed his jacket and so he took it off.

He dropped it to the floor by the door and as soon as it came to rest, lights came on in the ceiling of the department store, not the full lights, only half of them. Quinn started at the lights coming on, fearing that he had set off an alarm. His mind told him to run for it and infact he even had the door halfway open to the outside. Nothing else happened, his heart was pounding in his chest, his panicked eyes searched the store, and his ears pricked up for any noise, but he heard and saw nothing more.

A smile spread across his face and he began to laugh dryly and hysterically at having been so startled a moment before. He assured himself that no alarm had been triggered and with the cold air biting at his flesh, he once again shut the door behind him. "Why, it's only the security lights coming on." He told himself with a chuckle. As he looked through the department store out into the rest of the mall, he noticed that only some of the shops had lights on and some would go off and on.

"Power problems no doubt, maybe that's why the grates went out." He thought as he scratched his chin through the large beard on his face. He was now getting even warmer and found he needed to take of his gloves and his sweater, he laid these on top of his jacket and began to walk around the newly lit store. He pulled some of his scraggly, long, black hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear.

It was a women's clothing department store, not one article of male clothing could be found in the place. "It must be a ritzy kind of place." He thought as he looked at the near designer looking clothes, none of which had tags. It was not just the clothes either, they layout of the place suggested that this was not a bargain rack kind of store. Then there were the mannequins. They were the most realistic looking mannequins he had ever seen, so much lifelike detail, you would never find these in JC Penny.

He walked slowly in-between them looking at their calm, still faces. They were beautiful, but in the half-light, the statuesque models looked eerie. The whole place was silent and had a surreal feeling as if he were walking through a dream, he was the only thing in the whole store that was moving. Quinn had just decided he had seen enough of the store and was about to head back over to his clothes to get some sleep when he became aware of someone watching him.

He turned, quick as lightning to see a tall, slender woman who gave off a presence of power and strength. Her hair was pulled back tight in a bun behind her head. She wore four-inch black heels, a white blouse and a knee length black skirt. His heart began to race, he was caught, she was surely going to call the cops and he would be right back in prison. "No." He practically screamed in his head, he would never go back there, his mind wandered to dark ideas. She had not yet called them he was sure and if he could catch her he could keep her from ever doing so.

"What am I thinking?" Ran through his mind as sweat appeared on his forehead, "I'm no kidnapper, rapist or killer, I couldn't do that to her."

Barely a second had gone by since he turned and saw her and she made no move to run and infact she did not appear slightly frightened by him. She lowered her reading glasses and looked at him with sympathy in her eyes.

"I'm not going to call the police, I know why you are here, and I do not view it as a crime to want to be warm." She said in a caring tone, "I am Mrs. Radcliff and this is my store, but you can call me Alexis."

For a minute, all Quinn could do was stare, in those last few seconds he had gone through hell in his mind, and now he was fine, but was it all a trick? Her eyes seemed to speak truth and they were so kind, so that when she took a step towards him, he did not move away.

"It must have been dreadfully cold outside, do you feel better being inside my store?" Alexis asked as she took another step towards him.

It had been a long time since Quinn had spoken to another person and he found when he went to reply that his voice was dry and cracked from neglect, "Yes." Was all he could manage.

"I know how hard it must be for you, without a home, you can stay here if you would like." She took another step closer.

His heart began to beat rapidly again, he never thought that if someone found him in here that he would be asked to stay, but then again he never thought he would be able to get in here in the first place, "Yes." Is all he said, with a weak nod.

"You can stay here with me, you will never have to go back out into that cold, cruel world outside, would you like that?" She asked taking a final step closer, now face-to-face with Quinn.

His head was swimming it was all to good to be true, he was thinking so many thoughts at once he could hardly keep them straight. Where would he sleep? Was there a back room? Was she going to feed him, or maybe give him a job? He had no experience in selling women's clothes, but he was keeping her waiting, and the idea of going back out there was too much.

"Yes." He muttered, again with a weak nod. He now looked at the floor feeling nearly ashamed, and embarrassed to be in the presence of such a kind and beautiful woman.

"I can take away all your sorrow, where you can be warm. You will never be hungry, or tired." "People will never spit at you or be mean to you anymore, I can make it so people will admire you, envy you."

Alexis reached up and gently touched his face, her hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gave him goose bumps when she touched him. "I have the power to help you to achieve all these things, but you have to be willing to accept my help, you must want me to help you, do you agree to take my help?

Memories of his old glory were flowing into his head again but this time they did not make him cry, she could make him powerful again. He could be debonair and people would envy him, he would no longer be a mangy bum, kicked, spit at, looked down on, chased away from stores. Such happiness was flowing through him he could hardly contain it, and the winter in his eyes slowly turned to spring.

"Yes!" He said with a smile across his face that made him look young again.

"Then I am bound to help you as you have asked me to do." She said returning his smile, though there was something sinister about it, "I will now take away all your pain, all your sorrow, you shall never again be hungry, or tired, the next time you see people you will not have to cower away from them like an animal, they will covet you, now and forever."

As she said these words, Quinn felt a strange sensation run through his body, a tickling sensation and he watched in astonishment as his body hair retreated inside his skin. His beard followed, and the hair on his head became cleaner, softer and straighter.

His body began to get hot, very hot, but he did not seem to sweat, he could feel things changing, moving. Soon he watched as he became a little shorter, and a little slenderer, though not by much for he was already skinny, from malnourishment.

"Do you like my mannequins?" Alexis asked first looking to them and then to him, "Each one is personally chosen by me, they are all beautiful aren't they?"

"Yes." Quinn said slightly distracted as he was still watching his body change, now his hips were widening and his chest expanding. At first, he thought it was muscle growing under his shirt but he soon came to realize that they were infact breasts, starting out small but soon swelling into two large mounds of flesh.

"What's happening to me?" He shouted now in a panic as his body continued to change, making his face more feminine, and his feet arching up like a Barbie's would.

"I'm helping you, just as you asked, you see mannequins do not eat, therefore you will never get hungry, nor will you ever sleep, your skin will soon turn to hard plastic and you shall no longer feel cold, nor pain." Alexis said with a wicked smile, watching her prey writhe in its new body.

"Please stop! I'm begging you!" Quinn shouted as his penis and testicles retreated into body, leaving a sexless mound. His body stiffened and his skin became smooth like plastic and he was no longer able to move his body.

"I'm helping you, you never have to go back to that cold, cruel world outside, you will stay in here where it is warm, and you will wear pretty clothes and be envied by every woman who sees your never fading beauty." She walked over to the frozen body of Quinn.

She picked him up, now being a great deal lighter from being made of plastic, and moved him over in front of a great big mirror. There she took off his ragged clothes that hung from his slender, feminine form, and burned them along with the clothes by the back door. Quinn was left staring into the mirror at himself, only it was no longer himself. He stared into the reflection of a beautiful dark haired woman, with long legs and ample breasts.

"This can't be happening! This isn't what I wanted!" He shouted as he looked at the gorgeous mannequin in the mirror.

"This is exactly what you asked for, I have just given it to you in a form I prefer, and there is no sense fighting it, it cannot be undone." She said as she walked back to him carrying an armful of clothes. With a quick glance, he could see it was not his clothes she carried.

Alexis grabbed him by the waist and laid him on the floor, and then she placed white four-inch heeled, strappy sandals on his feet. She then slid a pair of white cotton panties up his legs, the panties came to rest over his sexless mound and he felt aroused. Though his skin was now plastic he could still feel then sensation of the feminine garments being placed on him, and the feeling was euphoric.

"Do you like the feel of your new outfit thus far? I hope so because it will be the only thing you can feel from now on." She said with a smile, as she stood him back up.

"Why are you doing this?" Quinn choked out as he was feeling on the verge of climax.

"It is none of your business why I choose to help you in this way," She said as she slid a beautiful white dress over his head.

The spaghetti straps rested on his perfect shoulders with the rest of the dress falling over his body. It was low cut in the back, and its skirt flared out at the hip, the hem was cut uneven so that it hung lower at the right then on the left. It had a soft pink floral pattern on the edge of the skirt and around his cleavage. The whole dress made his body scream in ecstasy, if he had been able to cum, he would have right there.

"I will tell you this though, you did this to yourself." She said as she took his long hair in her hands and began pinning in the back into an updo, leaving only two strips of his bangs hanging in front of his face, which fell past his chin.

"You see I've been granted certain powers to help unfortunate souls like yourself, only I can't use them against the unwilling, but since you agreed to my help we don't have to worry about that do we?" She said with a laugh.

She then got out a makeup kit and applied a light pink eye shadow to his eyes, a little mascara and some pink lipstick that matched the flowers on his dress. Alexis then painted his toe and fingernails the exact same color, so he would match the dress.

"You'll never get away with this, I'll tell the first person I see what you've done to me!" Quinn said angrily.

"Oh come now, do you hear any of the other mannequins talking? Now be a good girl and be quiet." She said kissing her fingertip then placing it to his lips saying, "Shhh." After which his mouth shut and sealed itself unable to open.

"That's better isn't it?" Alexis said picking up her new mannequin and bringing her over to an empty display area placing her on the stand. Then she positioned her in a sexy pose, with one hand on her hip, the other palm up in front of her face, bending over slightly, blowing a kiss to all that enter the store.

There the man named Quinn remained, in a state of constant arousal and ecstasy, unable to say anything to all the girls that passed him by, admiring his pretty clothes. Alexis was true to her word, women envied him, he never got hungry, he never got tired, was never cold, and never moved.

 

The End

  

  

  

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