Turnabout Mannequin              by: Paul G Jutras

 

Samantha was home watching daytime TV when she notice a commercial for the department store that her boyfriend, Paul worked. Seemed that they were expanding the store and opening a new branch across town. Since her day job as a model and his night job as a window dresser meant very little time to see one another, she excepted any time they could be together.

"Listen, Paul. I've love to work with you, but I don't think I can pull that off. I never did any type of mannequin modeling before."

"I mentioned that to my boss. He's seen your work on TV commercials and in magazines. He wants you to come around the new store around six and everything will be gone over."

Samantha paused for a moment. The last few dates they had, Paul seemed to be getting board with her. As much as she loved him, there was more than he was telling gleaming in his eye. She knew that he was up to something and figured to play along until she found out what was up. If this meant a bonus as well as a paycheck, so much the better. "I'll be there."

"Great!"

Saturday morning came quickly and Samantha knew she had to be ready for whatever might happen between her and Paul that night. And, although she loved him very much for some reason she didn't trust him. Going over to her bookcase she pulled the middle book and watched it swing out. Inside was a alrge pot along with selves full of herb jars.

Her usual routine of a light breakfast was postpone by her mixing up a magical spell to see that nothing happened to her. She wondered what Paul would think when he found himself in her body and with only her able to change them back.

Upon arrival at the store, Samantha walked around the main entrance and stared at the window mannequins lit up by spot lights at night. It was exactly six '0 clock when she knocked on the door.

"Glad you could make it." Paul let her in, then locked the doors back up. "Did you have any trouble finding the new store?"

"Not at all. I saw the commercials for it on television giving the address."

"Welcome Samantha, I'm Darbie Dancer." The voice of a young woman sounded confidant and controling. She looked made up and quite pleasing to the eye. Her beauty made Sam feel a little jealous at her appearance in her skirt, blouse, garder, slip and heels. Especially the way Paul followed her wiggling butt as she walked.

"Have a drink, Paul." Samantha pulled out a bottle and pair of glasses from her purse. "I figure we should drink to our working together."

"Let's me explain how we think you'll pass as a living doll. I'll do your made up, and Paul will get you dressed like you were any other mannequin." Darbie explained. "We have this formula that we'll inject into you to give your skin a plastic appearance. We also have a special robotic disk that will move your body about the window display."

Samantha looked at her watch. 6:15. It wouldn't be long before the magical drink she and Paul both took would cause them to switch bodies.

Samantha followed Paul and Darbie into the storeroom. "The first step is to give you the formula. Since the formula makes you a bit stiff, you might want to remove your clothes now. It'll make it easier on Paul to dress you later."

Samantha nodded and did just that. As she took off her clothes, she handed them to Darbie, who put them away on a series of hangers. All the attention made Samantha start to feel special. The cold room made her nipples go erect.

"This won't hurt a bit." Darbie said as she shot the upper arm. "Please sit down so I can do your make up."

Darbie started with some eye liner and then eye shadow. She then put on some lip gloss and bright lip stick that made Samantha look sexy and that she had erotic thoughts.

"Okay, please stand up and remain standing." Darbie ordered. "You can relax while you start to feel stiff., but we want you standing for the final pose."

"Should be any time now." Paul thought as she smiled at Samantha. As she turned to walk away his left foot moved but his right remained rooted in place. "Huh?" Paul thought as he felt a tingling sensation pass up through his body. He felt that his feet were bare and his toes seemed to be fusing together like Darbie said would happen to Samantha. Before he could look down to see what was happening, his body remained frozen in place. His eyes stayed on a fixed glare straight ahead.

"How is going, Samantha?" Paul heard his own voice as he saw Darbie and himself step in front of him. The new Paul stepped up and whispered into his frozen ear. "Glad you shared that body changing drink with me, honey. I look forward to dressing you into something sexy this morning."

"Come on Paul." Darbie took him by the arm and lead him out of the room. "It won't be until morning that she will be 100% plastic."

"Sure thing." Samantha smiled at her former, frozen body as she watched the sex of her former crotch start to fade into a smooth sexless doll's crotch.

"Oh," Samantha said reaching into Paul's pocket and pulling out a dildo. "We almost forgot the most important thing." Samantha walked up to her former body, with Paul trapped inside.

"Welcome to womanhood." She whispered into the plastic air of her former body. She then inserted the vibrating dildo into the folds of Paul's new labia. "I know how good it used to make me feel, so you'll love it."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOHHHH!" Paul screamed silently inside the plastic body of his former girlfriend. He had never felt anything so intense. It was so intense that he passed out.

Paul woke when he felt something touch his arm. His skin was so sensitive that he had to orgasm. It intensified when he felt his legs separate into a V form. His pelvis was moved forward with one arm behind his back to show off his new breasts.

"There we go." Samantha smiled and help up a mirror. Paul saw that at some point his shiny new head had been shaved. He was as bald as a cue ball and was remained of his father at age sixty.

Samantha then used the store's device to remove Paul's now slender arms, legs and torso. He couldn't help but be frightened when he watched her remove his head. Darbie then dusted and polished Paul's smooth skin causing his inside to explode with pleasure.

Samantha then placed a wig as beautiful as her former hair style on Paul's head and then put him back together. She lifted him up and placed him onto a pole. He thought he would die when it entered what used to be Samantha's pussy. Instead he found it a pleasurable experience.

The pole was in a stand on wheels, making it easy to move Paul through the store. He blankly stared at the other mannequins, many of which were former living women like himself. Himself, herself. It was so hard for Paul to take in what happened to him. He knew how full he felt where the vibrator was place.

Once in the window, Darbie fooled with the wig and finished Paul's make up. He never thought of what it'd be like to be a woman, let alone a mannequin one. But he was enjoying the personal attention. "There, I'll leave you to Paul." Darbie said to Samantha.

Samantha walked up to her own naked body and ran Paul's strong hands over her former breasts. "I know you can feel this, honey." She said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy selling outfits as much as I use to enjoy to model them."

Samantha started to dress him with a pair of black sheer nylons. They slid effortlessly up the smooth plastic legs. Sam couldn't help but play with the area that her former sex use to be. Paul could feel the nylon invading him in and out. He would cum if he could. He then almost panicked when Samantha removed his arms and placed a baby doll nightie over his head. His arms were then put back on.

The vibrator started up again and Paul was washed again with the glow of pleasure. Putting a hand on Samantha's mannequin form, Sam could feel her former body vibrate with pleasure. Samantha knew how much Paul must be enjoying it in his petrified state.

"Oh my God, part of me wants it to stop and part of me never wants it to end. Paul thought as Samantha finished preparing her former body for the window display. She knew how she liked to look, which made her work easy for her.

After the store opened it wasn't long before it became busy. Staring out at the parking lot, Paul could see at his frozen angle all the people entering and exiting. It was hard to keep track of time except by the alternating day and night. Even that wasn't easy after awhile. He didn't seem to care as he resigned himself to his new state of being.

Then one night, Samantha and Darbie returned to the window. Without an outfit to change him into. Instead, they picked him up and wheeled him out to the storeroom. He wondered what was becoming of him. He wasn't broken like some of the mannequins he and Darbie use to put in the shredder. He just hoped that wouldn't be his fate.

In the back, a truck was park just outside the store's back doors. Paul could feel another pole enter his female sex. Something he had gotten use to as he stared at his reflection in a mirror wand watched Samantha in his body undress him. He couldn't help but feel arousal at the site of his perfect breasts and sexless crotch.

"May I see the merchandise?" A man asked as he stepped up and tapped on Paul's eyes and saw some sign of life behind its frozen glare. "My country will pay big money if step two of your system works."

"What does he mean step 2?" Paul worried.

With the pole up his sex, Paul suddenly felt increasing pleasure as Samantha unscrewed his butt plug. When air rushed in, he couldn't stop the orgasm. The air was quickly blocked by a hose up the plug that inserted something that felt good.

"These micro-robots will soon take over what's left of her brain and body. She'll be your personal pleasure doll, to do with as you please."

"What would happen if someone who hadn't had stage 1 got injected?" His eyes shifted to Darbie.

"They'd instantly become paralyzed, like you will be." Samantha moved behind Darbie and injected her in the butt. She barely had time to feel the needle when her muscles tensed up. Her vocal cords couldn't speak.

"Very good, Paul." The man smiled as he went over to examine the device in Samantha's manly hands. Before she could react, his goons grabbed her from behind.

"Guess you women didn't expect me to tap into the store cameras to watch step 1 for myself. I saw the drink you gave your boyfriend to switch bodies with him." As the men started to strip Paul's frozen body, the buyer poured a freezing drink down Samantha's thought. In seconds she found she could not move at all either. "This will turn you back into a twin of your former lovely self. Magic is second nature to my people."

"Three special new dolls for my people." The buyer grinned as he noticed that the sex did not disappear on his two newest girls. His men then filled up both their sexes with a vibrator.

Meanwhile the doll formerly known as Paul had his breasts stroke before he was placed aboard a crate with the other two. Paul could feel Samantha's hand against his sex while their breasts rubbed against one another. It made him incredible hot. When Darbie was place on top of them both, he thought he would loose his mind with feelings of pleasure.

Aboard the company jet, the buyer had his new dolls taken from the create and placed into skin tone cat suits that enhanced their ankles and breasts and made Darbie and Samantha look sexless. They were then each put in a different color bikini and Turkish trousers.

"Plug them in!" The buyer ordered as they were put in seats and had helmets lowered over their heads. With the visors down they could not see. "The audio and video programs will re-write your brains so you can be mobile again."

Paul could feel a tear run down his face. First his manhood lost and couldn't see things getting worse till he saw images of him in the cat suit at the leash of a master.

Samantha and Darbie was getting similar treatments to be perfect pleasure dolls. Images of blow jobs and kneeling for their master at command.

Soon the plane landed in a private airport. As they stepped out of the plane, they felt a cool breeze on their mid sections. They felt like the cat suit wasn't even on them.

"Where are you taking us, master?" Paul asked as their buyer chained their arms behind their back and took them into a club. He found calling a man 'master' strange but could not keep from saying it.

"Did you think I was going to just add you three to my harem?" The man chuckled as a pair of guys looked the girls over. "I have enough women and my people love American women."

"The twins should sell nicely, Mr. Motochu." The buyer said as Motochu undid his belt and pants. "Kneel and take it." He ordered as Darbie give him a blow job.

"You'd better get them ready for sale." The buyer said as he ran his hand over Samantha's pussy. She could feel the cat suit invade her and send shimmering passion through her body. He then pointed to Paul. "That one has had steop one."

A pole attached to a platform on wheels was pulled back stage. Paul then had the pole inserted into him as in the past. The other girls planted up their butts until they were also held in position. A simple spell turned them still and immobile as mannequins once more.

The auction went straight through the evening with the bids getting higher and higher with each girl. Especially when Samantha and Paul was brought out, since everyone wanted to buy them both as a "matched set.'

A young married man in his 30s purchased Darbie and ordered her and his wife to the car. Sam was bought by a single man in his 20s and soon found herself following on auto-pilot. Paul was bought by a teenager who had been saving his money for his own pleasure slave for years.

Paul was taken straight to the buys bedroom and was ordered to kneel on the bed. He looked at him hesitating with his eyes lowered in respect. He knew the program had him smile at his new master like a slut. As he sat on the end of the bed, he touched Paul's female sex and a shudder went through him.

With feline grace, Paul moved over and looked like he was purring into the teens ear. Even as a mannequin, he never felt so helpless as under this kids control. The kid whispered into his ear. "I'm glad I saved enough money for you to be upgraded to stage 3."

"Stage 3?" Paul thought worriedly, but unable to express his feelings.

The teen picked up a phone as he ran his hand over Paul's breast. "Hello, Robot Dolls? I'd like my pleasure doll to be upgraded to stage 3. Yes, we'll be in this morning."

"Robotdoll?" Paul thought worried. "I wonder if Samantha and Darbie is having the same thing done to them. Not that Sam doesn't deserve it."

The following morning, the teenage master that bought Paul brought him to Robot Doll Inc. He snuggled his masters neck as he ran his arms on his master's chest and cock.

Finally the doctor came out with a table on wheels. "Please pose for me on the table." The master ordered as he leapt up and made a pose like a showgirl. "The doctor will take good care of you, so obey his orders."

Paul was wheeled down the hall. As he passed several waiting room with other love dolls waiting to be upgraded, he saw Samantha standing on a pedestal like a mannequin and Darbie being wheeled into an OR room. Though he couldn't move his mouth to smile, he was smiling on the inside that they'd get the same treatment.

In the operation room, the doctor gave Paul an injection in the hip. Soon he felt sleepy and blacked out. After which the doctor began to carve into his body. If he was awake, he probably could of escape his prison, but that wasn't the case as the doctors replaced his biological systems with circuits.

"It is done." The doctor said 2 hrs later. He then turned as Paul walked gracefully out. His body still looked like Samantha, but was completely silver in color, including the now stiff hair on his head. His eyes lost its pupils, but Paul's vision still seemed normal to him. To finish things off, his feet had been perminately stuck inside a pair of boots with six inch heels.

"What is it able to do?" the master asked.

"Besides its original pleasure program, it can clean, cook, any task you ask of her." The doctor said as the teenager walked to Paul. "Go to the car and wait until I pay the bill."

"Y.E.S. M.A.S.T.E.R." Paul notice how artificial his voice had become. Still a bit feminine sounding, but different than Samantha's voice.

As his robot body turned and walked away, he noticed his former girlfriend through the corner of his eye. She was sitting in a room now, her body and head as silvery as his while being hooked up to a computer that downloaded her new programs into her system.

The teenage master drove his love robot home to find his mother washing the floor. "Mom, you don't have to do that anymore." He turned to Paul. "Get to work."

Paul stood for a moment as his thoughts processed the command. He then couldn't stop himself from getting down on his hands and knees by the wash bucket. He quickly did that chore, then was ordered to go to his masters room and was made to make the bed and clean it. Despite all the work he did, he wasn't tired at all. His new robotic systems kept him going on full power without the need of food or the use of a bathroom.

At the same time, Darbie found herself in a classic French maid outfit going as much of her master's wife's work as she did to please her master at night. Every once in awhile the kinky wife made it a 3 way with her husband and robot doll.

Samantha found herself still mostly used as a sex doll, but she was ordered to clean her masters pool, cook and serve at her masters parties. Samantha remembered how it was to be a guest at such parties when she was an independent career woman. She couldn't help but think of the irony that she was the lovely servant that Paul had wanted her to become in the first place. How she didn't manage to turn the tables after all.

As time went on, Paul and the others looked forward to when it was time for their up keep. Being polished and taken apart to be cleaned inside and out was the most erotic and pleasurable experience they had ever felt. Although they all resented what was originally done to them, it was well worth the pleasurable orgasms they felt every night in bed and every month during their monthly up keep.

THE END

 

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