Moving to a new town with my new job at Samatco Chemicals was the best thing I ever did. I was starting a new life and hoping to apply my ideas for polymer-based medical first aid products with the new company. I had twin degrees in bioengineering and chemistry and Samatco had snatched me up soon after graduation, so things were looking pretty good. And my next-door neighbor made them even better.
I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I was just moving in and lugging some boxes into my house when she came jogging up to my driveway in her sports bra, shorts, carrying a water bottle and listening to her iPod. She was about 5Õ6Ó, shapely, with brown hair and brown eyes. Quite lovely.
ÒSo, youÕre my new neighbor, huh?Ó she puffed while jogging in place.
ÒYes, my nameÕs Geoff. Geoffrey Raymund. And you areÉ?Ó I asked.
ÒAllison. Allison Banks. Can I give you a hand?Ó she replied.
ÒArenÕt you a little worn out from your jog?Ó I joked.
ÒOh, no. This will be the anaerobic part of my workout.Ó
With AllisonÕs help my move-in was a breeze. Afterwards, I offered to buy her dinner, but she said she had to get ready for work. She worked as a flight attendant and was scheduled for a flight to New York. She said she had been there before and she loved going to see Broadway shows, but her favorite place to go was Madame Tussauds. She said she often dreamed of having a wax figure of herself on display at Madame Tussauds. ÒI guess IÕll have to wait until IÕm famous,Ó she remarked as she left and headed home.
As time went on, I became more acquainted with Allison. She was an only child and her mom passed away when she was a child. Her dad had lived long enough to see her graduate from high school. But she kept pretty busy with her job. She sometimes lamented about having to work such odd hours and standing all that time in high heels. I saw her in her uniform one day and marveled how the outfit hugged her curves. The skirt was short enough to show an ample amount of leg and the heels gave her calves a nice curve while the sheer tan hose she wore glistened when she walked.
Sometimes after I would arrive home from work in the summertime, she would be outside on the deck near her pool, sunning herself. Oh, from time to time she would swim, but most of the time she would just lie there and work on her tan. She never seemed to get really dark, but more of a healthy glow. There were times I would run through the house to catch a glimpse of her through the window.
One day, while I was watching her, she began taking off her bikini to get a more even tan. I was spellbound as I saw her remove her swimwear. I couldnÕt be sure from my vantage point if she was completely shaven, but it sure looked like she was smooth all over. She oiled herself up and lay back on the lounge chair. The way the oil glistened on her skin almost gave the illusion that she was a wax figure, like the ones she admired at Madame TussaudÕs. Then I began to get an ideaÉ
A week laterÉ
I caught up with Allison arriving home early one afternoon. She was still in her uniform and she looked a little tired. There was a run in her hose and I think I saw coffee stain on her skirt. Apparently it had been a rough flight.
ÒHey, Allison! Tough day?Ó
ÒOh, hi Geoff. Yeah, IÕm beat. Overnight flights are murder. I donÕt mean to be rude, but I just want to change and go for a swim, so IÕm not really in the talkative mood.Ó
ÔOh, thatÕs fine. I just wanted to give you this,Ó I handed her a bottle of suntan oil. ÒItÕs part of a housewarming basket I received from a coworker. I really donÕt lay out that much, so I thought you could use it.Ó
ÒOh, great,Ó she said as she opened the bottle and smelled the contents. ÒI was just thinking I might be out of oil. What perfect timing! Thanks Geoff!Ó
ÒNo problem, neighbor. Now go de-stress!Ó I said with a smile.
She smiled back and walked up the walk to her house. I walked nonchalantly back into my house, but as soon as I closed the front door, I bolted back to the window from which I watched Allison. Only about 15 minutes had passed by before Allison came out in her bikini, carrying the oil I had given her. She sat down for a moment and then, like before, removed her swimwear to reveal her naked body. She then opened the bottle and poured the oil out into her hand.
She began caressing her arms and neck with the oil and moved her way down her chest. I was getting quite aroused as I watched her smooth the oil down her supple breasts and flat stomach. She stretched out her shapely legs and pointed her toes as she applied the oil to her thighs and calves. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
Of course, the oil was not oil at all. It was a special formula I had concocted that would transform Allison into a living wax figure. Now with the oil applied, Allison would soon be immobilized. I looked up to see Allison looking down at her body, not moving, mouth open, and her eyes wide with shock. The formula had worked!
I quickly ran out my back door and over to AllisonÕs yard. As I approached her, I could see her trying to move, but she could only manage a slight shaking. She was getting stiffer by the moment, so I knew I had to work fast to pose her before she hardened completely.
ÒOhÉOhhÉGeeooÉGeoooÉhelÉmeÉÓ she tried to say through her stiffened open mouth. Her eyes were darting around and looking at me in horror.
I put on some gloves that I had brought and began touching her body to see if the oil had dried. I didnÕt want to get any on myself.
ÒWhatÉareÉoooÉ.oooing?Ó she asked.
ÒDonÕt worry Allison. The formula should be increasing your pleasure receptors right about now. You may be stiff, but the slightest touch will make you feel as if your entire body is one big erogenous zone.Ó
I lifted her up, and her limbs stayed rigid. She started to protest my actions when I felt her shudder. The ensuing moans and whimpers she uttered while I carried her to my house confirmed that the formula was working perfectly. Apparently my every touch was driving her crazy. Her nipples had hardened and her eyes were in the back of her head.
I had a little lab in my basement and I had prepared it for AllisonÕs arrival. I had a little display area in the corner with some red curtains and a little black leather couch as a backdrop. I placed Allison on the table in her sitting position as I began to finalize her transformation. The oil had dried and the only moisture I could detect was seeping from AllisonÕs sex.
ÒDid you have an orgasm, Allison?Ó I queried while wiping her down with a towel.
ÒUh-huhÉÓ, she cooed, her eyes looking at me with a mixture of ecstasy and bewilderment. ÒWhat idÉoohÉoohÉooh..ee?Ó she managed to say.
ÒWell, you always talked about having your figure on display in a wax museum. I just helped to fulfill your dream. And you didnÕt have to become famous to do it!Ó
ÒUhÉIÉohÉahnaÉeeÉaÉ.axÉ.igureÉ.Ó her voice was getting softer. It was barely a whisper.
ÒNow, donÕt worry. IÕll be able to restore you sooner or later. But, for now, I think you would look lovely in a sapphire blue bodysuit, with shiny tan pantyhose and matching heels. I know how you feel about high heels, so I wonÕt make them too high, maybe just 4 inches. You should be used to that.Ó
Allison didnÕt say a word. There was only a soft whimper coming from her mouth and her eyes had frozen in place while looking at me. I took out my stethoscope and checked her pulse. Her vital functions were slowing to a crawl, but she would remain alive and aware of everything around her. And I was going to make sure she would enjoy her time as a living wax figure.
* * *
I assembled what would be her display stand. A metal disk with a pole attached to base that also had some tubing to allow various fluids to be pumped into AllisonÕs body to enhance her suspension and keep her looking as lovely as she did now. After completing the stand, I lifted up Allison and lowered her down onto the pole. It was specially tipped for Allison comfort as well as a vibrating function to keep Allison from being bored and in a constant state of arousal. The pole slid up into her sex easily and I heard a tiny moan from her lips.
I began dressing Allison in her display outfit. The sheer tan pantyhose slid onto her shapely waxy legs with ease. The sapphire blue body suit fit her snugly. I placed the blue pumps on her tiny size 6 feet and positioned her legs together, her left foot in front of her right. Tilting her hip to her right, I placed her right hand on her hip and her left hand on her left thigh and pushed her shoulders forward to give her a sultry pose. I left her lips open as they had been on her final orgasm. Retrieving some airbrush equipment, I proceeded to remove any birthmarks or freckles. Switching nozzles for more precision, I applied a light pink blush to her cheeks. I painted her lips with a glossy red that made them look kissably moist. A little blue eye shadow to match her bodysuit brought out her brown eyes. I finished her off with a little jewelry around her lovely neck.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Allison truly looked stunning. I walked up and switched on the pole to vibrate mode. AllisonÕs rigid body wobbled slightly as the vibrating pole began its work. She would be cumming again soon.
ÒI hope youÕre not mad, Allison. I only helped you fulfill your dream, and you really look so beautiful right now. No one would think you arenÕt the real thing, but I know better.Ó
I stared into her eyes for a bit, ran my hand up her nylon-encased thigh and then placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Hardened to perfection, but I could still smell her perfume.
I flipped some switches and some overhead lights snapped on to focus on my newest exhibit. She would be the first of many, I hoped. IÕm sure sheÕs enjoying her first orgasm right now.
Satisfied with my work, and very hungry, I turned off the rest of the lights in my basement lab/museum and headed upstairs for a nice dinner.
Allison simply held her pose and said nothing. She was now nothing more than a wax figure on display. It may not have been Madame TussaudÕs, but itÕs a start.
THE END