ÒModels wanted. Part time evenings. Good pay. No experience necessary. Call 555-3655. Ask for Mr. Samat.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó thought Angela. This ad sounded interesting. She had been scanning the want ads ever since her current boss informed her last week that the company would be Òeliminating her positionÓ and that it was nothing personal. She didnÕt have much time to find a new job and the bills were still coming, regardless of her income.
She had been on her own for 6 months now. She had just moved to this city and the thought of having to return home and live with her parents was not an option. This modeling job might be just the thing. She had some previous modeling experience so, she thought she had a better than average chance of getting some work. She decided to call the number listed in the ad.
ÒSamatÕs Living Dolls, how may I help you?Ó answered a female voice.
ÒYes, Mr. Samat, please.Ó
ÒPlease hold,Ó the voice said. After a few moments, a male voice came on the line. ÒThis is Geoffrey Samat,Ó replied the man.
ÒIÕm calling in regards to the modeling work you advertised in the paper. Are there positions still open?Ó Angela inquired.
ÒWhy, yes. When are you available for an interview?Ó Mr. Samat queried.
Angela had to think for a moment. Her last day at her current job would be Friday, so Monday morning would probably be the best time. That was 4 days away, though and she hoped that the delay wouldnÕt hurt her chances. ÒThe best day for me to come in would be Monday, but if thatÕs a problem forÉÓ
ÒThat would be super,Ó Mr. Samat interrupted. ÒYouÕll be my first interview of the week, MissÉ?Ó
ÒCampell. Angela Campell.Ó
ÒGreat, Miss Campell. IÕll see you on Monday. Bring some photos of yourself if you have any and some references as well. See you then!Ó
The weekend seemed to fly by to Angela as she was trying to put together her portfolio. She was kicking herself for not keeping better track of her photos from past modeling jobs. By Sunday night, though, she managed to put together a nice overall package to present at her interview.
Now, the day had arrived and she was fussing over what to wear to the big interview. Should she be a little brazen and wear a sexy dress and show off her assets? Or should she look a little more professional in a form-fitting pantsuit and blazer? Before making her final decision, Angela gazed at herself in the mirror. At 5Õ9Ó, Angela was a tall girl. Very lean with long legs. She didnÕt like to show them off, however, as she thought she was too gangly. Her breasts were about a 32B and she had a nice overall hourglass figure. Her long, wavy sandy blonde hair framed a pretty face that lit up whenever she flashed her smile. She also had slender hands and feet.
Checking her reflection at different angles, Angela decided to wear the pantsuit. If the boss wanted something a bit sexier, they could negotiate. She had mostly done jobs that were a bit on the conservative side, and since her portfolio consisted of shots from those jobs, Angela thought this would be the best way to go.
The pantsuit and blazer were charcoal gray with lighter gray pinstripes. She wore a white dress shirt with a lacy white bra underneath. She didnÕt unbutton too low, but just enough to show off the necklace of faux pearls she was wearing underneath. She put on some matching earrings and a silver bracelet. To finish the ensemble, Angela wore sheer black knee-highs and 3Ó black pumps. Spraying on her perfume and giving a quick look over her shoulder at herself in the mirror, Angela headed for her interview.
Geoff Samat was looking over some resumes of girls that he had interviewed last week. So far, he couldnÕt find a single one that would be suitable for his companyÕs clientele. He was just putting down the last file when there came a buzz on his intercom/telephone.
ÒMr. Samat, there is a Miss Campell to see you,Ó said his assistant, Jackie, over the intercom. ÒShall I send her in?Ó
Geoff looked down at his watch and was a bit surprised at the time. ÒYes, yes, please. Send her in,Ó he instructed Jackie as he began clearing his desk. Not long after, the door opened and Angela walked in. Geoff was a bit speechless. ÒSheÕs perfect! Look at that alabaster complexion! And sheÕs just the right height, too!Ó Angela walked over and offered her hand in greeting.
ÒHello, Mr. Samat. IÕm Angela Campell. ItÕs a pleasure to meet you.Ó
Geoff realized that he was staring and quickly returned her handshake. ÒExcuse me for staring, Miss Campell. ItÕs just that you are a refreshing change from any previous applicants weÕve had here. Please, sit down. Can I get you anything?Ó he asked.
ÒNo, thank you, IÕm fine. Oh, let me give you my portfolio and resume,Ó she said as she handed him the documents.
ÒNot necessary,Ó Geoff thought to himself as he pretended to look over the documents with professional objectivity. ÒHmmm, yes. These are quite good, Miss Campell.Ó
ÒPlease. Call me Angela,Ó she quipped.
ÒAll right. Angela it is. Tell me, have you ever done any freeze modeling?Ó he questioned.
ÒFreeze modeling? You mean like live mannequins?Ó Angela responded.
ÒYes, exactly. ThatÕs what SamatÕs Living Dolls is all about. WeÕre trying to give the local retailers a Òshot in the armÓ so to speak, to help generate business. WeÕre a brand new business ourselves, but we have a few clients already that are awaiting our first models. We pay your salary, but if the businesses do well, any bonuses or perks we receive we also pass along to our models.Ó
Opening the drawer on his desk, Geoff produced a sheet of paper and placed it in front of Angela. ÒThis is the salary package we offer. I think you will find it more than adequate. After all, the work that youÕll be doing can be a bit tedious and uncomfortable, standing still for hours. The plus side is that you get to model the newest fashions.Ó
Angela took the sheet and looked it over. The figures reflected a salary that was about twice what she was making at her current job. And on a part-time basis! She was still looking over the numbers when she realized something. He was offering money! ÒDoes this mean I have the job?Ó she asked.
ÒIf you think we are right for you, I think that you are perfect for us. I have here some forms for you to fill out. When can you start?Ó
Angela responded without thinking, ÒAnytime,Ó was her answer and before she knew it, she was filling out the forms Geoff had given her. There was a section on the forms regarding apparel preference. There were 5 different categories: Business, Casual, Eveningwear, Sports/Swimwear and Intimate/Accessories. Angela had no hesitation checking the Business, Casual and Eveningwear columns. She circled the Sports section of Sports/Swimwear and checked that as well. She was not about to model bikinis or lingerie at this time. Maybe after she got a little more comfortable with the job, or if a bonus was involved.
After all the paperwork had been processed, Geoff took his first model down to EastwickeÕs. This boutique was at the top of SamatÕs list to acquire live mannequins. Upon arriving Geoff and Angela were greeted by the storeÕs manager, Selena. Selena was a lovely woman, mid-thirties, Angela guessed. She was a petite woman, about 5Õ4Ó with a voluptuous figure. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun with blond highlights around her face. She had blonde wisps of hair curling down from her temples. She had piercing blue eyes that matched the dress she was wearing. Her high-heeled boots clicked on the floor as she walked from behind the jewelry counter, offering her hand to Geoff, all the while staring at Angela.
ÒGeoffrey, youÕre timing is impeccable,Ó Selena cooed. Her voice had a slight foreign accent to it. ÒIs this our first Ôliving dollÕ?
Geoff had taken SelenaÕs hand and in debonair fashion, kissed the back of it. He then turned to Angela. ÒYes, this is Angela. SheÕll be available to do a shift tonight, if youÕd like.Ó
Selena began walking around Angela, sizing her up. ÒShe is beautiful, no? We will start her in lingerie section, yes?Ó
ÒI donÕt think just yet, Selena. Angela is just starting and would like to keep it conservative for right now. IÕm sure sheÕll do great in the Business section or some of the other sections. I mean, look how lovely she is in this professional blazer outfit. Why donÕt you try her out there, first?Ó Geoff suggested.
Selena was obviously disappointed but she agreed to GeoffÕs suggestion. ÒVery well. I will show you where you can prepare her for display tonight,Ó Selena said as she turned around, heading towards the back of the store. She directed them to a back room containing some racks or different outfits and a makeup table, just like the backstage of a theatrical production.
Selena excused herself and left Geoff to begin the ÒtrainingÓ of his employee. ÒOkay, Angela. LetÕs get started. IÕve brought some special makeup that will help create the illusion that you are a mannequin and not a real person. It has a semi-glossy finish to it, making your skin look shiny---almost artificial. Also, I have some nail polish here that I want you to put on. It will match the color of your skin just like a mannequin. Go ahead and put it on like your regular makeup, but put on a little extra. IÕll be back in a bit to see how youÕre doing.Ó With that, Geoff left the room.
Angela began applying the makeup. ÒThis is going to be the easiest job IÕve ever had!Ó She thought to herself as she brushed on the eye shadow. It wasnÕt long before Angela had finished with her makeup and was polishing her nails with the flesh colored polish that Geoff had instructed her to use. When the polish was dry, Angela had to admit that her hands did look just like a mannequinÕs.
Geoff returned to check on AngelaÕs progress. She had already begun looking through some pantsuits on the racks when she turned to face Geoff.
ÒWell, what do you think?Ó Angela asked expectantly.
Geoff was apparently startled. He didnÕt even notice Angela standing there. He thought she was a display dummy placed amongst the outfits. ÒWow! You look great! I think youÕre going to be great at this, Angela!Ó
ÒReally? You donÕt think Selena is upset that I didnÕt agree to do lingerie, do you? I mean, maybe, after a while, I couldÉÓ Angela trailed off.
ÒWhen she sees how remarkable you look now, I donÕt think sheÕll have any problems. Now, letÕs get you a nice outfit to wear.Ó Geoff said as he began looking with Angela through various outfits available. They settled on a navy blue pantsuit with matching jacket and an ivory satin blouse. Angela was just slipping into a pair of navy pumps when Selena returned.
ÒThat is just amazing, Geoff! She looks just like the beautiful display models in the store! I know just the spot for to show off her outfit. Come, come follow me,Ó Selena commanded as she led the way out onto the main floor of the shop. She led them to a space in the business wear section. As they were walking, they passed the other sections of the store. Angela noticed that there were only 3 other mannequins in the store. One redheaded mannequin was modeling an emerald green bikini in the swimwear section. A longhaired brunette graced the lingerie department in a pink bra and panty set with nude thigh highs and very high heeled pink fur lined slippers. A wavy haired blonde stood in the eveningwear area in a flattering sapphire blue mini dress with silvery pantyhose and silver pumps.
She then realized that Geoff was carrying a flat, round, mirrored disc about 3Õ in diameter as he walked along. Selena pointed to the empty spot right off the aisle, next to a display of jackets and blouses. Geoff placed the disc on the ground and attached a small metal rod about 12Ó long towards the back of the disc.
ÒThis is all part of the illusion, Angela. Now, step onto the disk and place your foot so that this metal rod is touching the back of your leg,Ó Angela did so and Geoff bent down, pulled her pant leg up, moved her left leg next to the rod and then pulled her pants down over the rod. Angela could feel the cool metal touch her leg through her knee-highs, causing her to jerk a bit in reaction to the sensation.
ÒSorry, I know the rod is cold. But this makes it look as if the rod is supporting you as if you were any other display fixture. Now, letÕs see if we can get a comfortable pose for you. Remember, you have to stay like this for about 3 hours.Ó Geoff stepped back. ÒOkay, put all your weight on your left leg and step forward a bit with your right,Ó Geoff commanded. Angela moved as he said. ÒNow, tilt your hips a bit to the left and place your left hand on your waist and your right hand down.Ó She immediately complied. ÒNow, turn your head to the right and pick a spot on the horizon and fix your eyes there,Ó
Angela turned her head and found a large daisy in a pot, just placed on a top shelf behind one of the check out counters. She thought that was a pleasant thing to look at for 3 hours since she loved landscaping and floral arrangements. The image produced a slight smile on her lips, but she kept her mouth closed. This position felt comfortable to her.
ÒHow does that feel, Angela?Ó Geoff inquired.
ÒFine. IÕm comfortable,Ó Angela stated in a quiet tone. She saw some customers not far off and she wanted to begin the illusion that she was nothing more than mannequin on display.
ÒGood. Okay, IÕm just going to adjust the folds of your jacket and adjust your hair,Ó Geoff said as he began fine-tuning her accoutrements. After a bit, he asked Selena, ÒWell, how does she look?Ó
ÒWonderful! Beautiful! But, now, we must leave her be. CustomerÕs are coming and I want to see howÉhow do you sayÉconvince she can be to their eyes.Ó Selena smiled while looking over Angela. She and Geoff walked away and took a place behind a far sales counter to see customerÕs reactions to their Òliving doll.Ó
For most of the evening, people just walked by Angela as if she were plastic replica of a woman seen commonly in any department store. One little boy stopped for a while and stared right at Angela. From their vantage point, Geoff and Selena couldnÕt see, but apparently Angela blinked or something because the little boys face lit up in fright and he ran yelling for his mommy. Soon after, a woman appearing to be in her late 20Õs came back to inspect the dummy her son had sworn was alive.
ÒOh, sweetheart, itÕs just a mannequin. SheÕs not real. See? That pole in her pants helps her stand up. Real people donÕt have those,Ó the woman explained to her frightened son. Then she looked at the blouse that Angela was wearing. ÒBut this person would like to have that blouse,Ó she commented. She reached out and touched the blouse. She walked behind Angela and found the exact same blouse on the rack and, finding one in her size, walked off with her son to purchase the garment.
ÒWhew! That was a close call!Ó Angela thought to herself. Geoff and Selena were thinking pretty much the same thing. They continued to monitor Angela for the rest of the shift. When the night was over, Geoff and Selena walked over to Angela.
ÒOkay, Angela. LetÕs call it a day!Ó Geoff announced.
Angela immediately let out a puff of air and let her body go limp for a bit. ÒOh, man, does it feel good to move again,Ó she said, shaking her arms and hands. ÒSo, howÕd I do, boss?Ó
Geoff and Selena both smiled. ÒYou did great, Angela. So great, that we are going to have you help with a promotional gimmick. We are going to invite the customers to ÒSpot the Real GirlÓ. WeÕll have you in different outfits in the different sections. WeÕll apply different makeup, try different hairstyles to make you harder to recognize. They wonÕt be allowed to touch you, just judge by appearance. The first customer to identify you gets a 25% discount on their purchase.Ó
ÒWow! But do you think IÕm up to that kind of challenge after my first day?Ó puzzled Angela.
ÒOh, we wonÕt do this for a week or so. That should give you some time to ÔhoneÕ your skills. I have some material that should help, you know, meditative practices and all that. I think youÕll do fine,Ó Geoff reassured her. ÒNow, letÕs get out of here, shall we? See you tomorrow, Selena.Ó
Angela was really doing great at her job. She couldnÕt believe how easy it became thanks to the meditation material Geoff had given her. When she would start a shift, she would find her focus point and listened to the music piping through the storeÕs sound system. After about 25 minutes, she found she would doze off into a kind of trance. The only time it was broken was when someone touched the outfit she was wearing or a loud noise like a child crying was near.
The promotional that Selena and Geoff spoke of was to begin tomorrow. They had her primarily modeling either business or casual wear. As Angela was removing her special display makeup, she began wondering if she would be modeling evening or sportswear soon. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
ÒAngela? Are you decent?Ó came GeoffÕs voice.
ÒSure, cÕmon in,Ó responded Angela.
He came in, smiling broadly. ÒYouÕve done a great job, kiddo. IÕm proud of you. And, SelenaÕs store has had a 15% increase in sales in the past week. All in the business wear section. She was so pleased, she asked me to give you this as a bonus,Ó he said as he handed her a gift bag.
She smiled and took the bag from Geoff and began looking through it. She found bath salts, body wash, shampoo, and body lotion. They were all from EastwickeÕs line of beauty products. She had heard about these products and barely stifled her giggle of delight.
ÒNow, go home and get some rest. The promotional starts tomorrow. YouÕll be in eveningwear. I know youÕll be a hit there,Ó he said as he took her hand and kissed it just as he had treated Selena. He gave her a wink as he closed the door behind him.
Angela was no longer working during the day. Her only job was at EastwickeÕs and since she didnÕt need to be there until the evening shift, she decided to sleep in a bit and take it easy until then. She slept in until about 10. After making some breakfast of bagels, coffee and orange juice, she laid in bed watching the Mid Morning Movie on channel 7. After that, she ran the water for a soothing bath.
She was excited about using the products she received in her bonus gift bag. She poured the salts as the water was running. The water immediately began glistening and Angela could see thousands of little ÒsparklesÓ on the surface. She shed her bathrobe and stepped into the warm liquid. ÒOoohhhhÉ.heavenly,Ó she said aloud as she sank into the tub. She soaked for a while, almost dozing off.
She drained the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed to take her shower. Angela loved soaking in baths, but she never felt completely clean unless she took a shower. She turned on the shower and began wetting her hair. She opened the bottle of shampoo, squirted some into her hand and worked it into her hair, building a luxurious lather in her long, sandy brown locks.
She left the shampoo in her hair to further condition it while she applied the body wash to her body sponge. The fragrant liquid soon turned to foam on her skin. She massaged the sponge on her legs. Since she had shaved her legs the day before, she opted to do some ÒspotÓ checks with her razor, using the foam from the body wash as a lubricant. When she was finished, she rinsed her hair and body completely.
Turning the water off, Angela emerged from the shower refreshed and exhilarated. She towel dried her hair for a bit before wrapping her head in a turban while she donned her bathrobe once again.
Looking at the clock, Angela realized she had 2 hours left before she had to report to work. Since she was going to be in eveningwear tonight, she decided to wear her hair up in an elegant styling. She took a little more pride in her appearance tonight.
Upon arriving at EastwickeÕs, Angela made her way to the Òdressing roomÓ. She found Geoff and Selena discussing AngelaÕs attire for the evening.
ÒOh, hello Angela. Selena and I were just talking about your outfit for the evening. What do you think?Ó he motioned toward Selena. Selena was holding up a deep purple velour dress. It was off the shoulder with an embroidered bustier. The gown also sported a side slit that Angela estimated would come to about mid thigh on her.
ÒYou will look divine in this, no?Ó Selena beamed.
Angela hesitated for a moment. Geoff began to speak. ÒI didnÕt think she would like it, Selena. LetÕs go for something a little less daring in the neckline andÉÓ
ÒNo, I think that I can wear this outfit,Ó Angela piped in. She was feeling pretty good about herself and her self-confidence was on the upswing. ÒIÕll get changed right away.Ó
Geoff was taken aback. He eyebrows rose and he half smiled at AngelaÕs new attitude. ÒWell, if youÕre comfortable with it, so am I. Selena, what accessories do you want Angela to wear?Ó
Selena produced a small box. ÒHere is earrings, necklace, bracelet, and pantyhose. I hope is the right size for you, yes?Ó Angela looked at the package and nodded affirmatively. ÒGood, we see you out on floor when youÕre ready, yes? Oh, I almost forget shoes,Ó Selena handed Angela a pair of matching pumps with an ankle strap. The heels on these shoes were higher than any Angela had ever worn before. Maybe 4 or 5 inches. She was sure she could make it work, though.
ÒYes, IÕll be out shortly,Ó replied Angela. She was now pretty adept at applying the special makeup and in minutes, had changed and joining Geoff and Selena. Along the way she passed the business wear area, where she noticed that the blonde mannequin from eveningwear now occupied her usual ÒspotÓ. ÒTrading spaces, huh Blondie?Ó she thought to herself as walked on to her destination. When she reached them, both Geoff and Selena stopped in awed silence.
Geoff wolf whistled while Selena put her hands to her cheeks as her jaw dropped. ÒYou are an angel, my dear, an angel!Ó exclaimed Selena.
ÒYou are stunning, kiddo. Absolutely stunning. LetÕs get you posed, shall we?Ó Geoff complimented.
Angela was posed with her left foot forward, heel off the ground slightly. Her hips jutted to the right and her right foot behind the left. This positioning opened the slit on her gown, showing off her nylon encased legs. Angela could feel by the cool air that she was showing much more leg than she ever had before, but she didnÕt care. Her left arm was straight down her side with the palm of her hand turned up and her fingers fanned gracefully. Her right elbow was bent with her hand resting on her hip. Her shoulders pushed back to accentuate her bust line. The final touch was her head turned to the left, her chin raised.
ÒHowÕs that, Angela?Ó Geoff inquired of his lovely employee. She nodded, already finding her focus on the fern arrangement on top of the perfume displays. He adjusted the ÒdisplayÓ rod to ride higher up under her dress. Angela felt it touch the back of her thigh, but she was now accustomed to the cool touch of the metal that she didnÕt even flinch. ÒYouÕre all set, kiddo. Knock Ôem dead. I have to go back to the office tonight to finalize some business there, but I should be back a little after closing.Ó
Geoff and Selena left Angela to attend to their respective tasks. Angela began her ritual of listening to the soft music piped in the background. It must have been new music, because she had never heard it before. It sounded like a pitch pipe or pan flute. It was soothing, however and Angela used its rhythm to attain her meditative state.
There were several interruptions in AngelaÕs respite during the evening. Some of them were customers checking to see if Angela was the ÒReal GirlÓ advertised, but Angela remained so still and motionless she tricked them into believing she was a mannequin. The other breaks in silence were mostly Selena walking near Angela, singing along under her breath to the music on the intercom. Angela hated it when someone sang along with a song she was trying to listen to, especially if they were singing off-key like Selena appeared to be doing. She was also singing in a foreign language. Her native tongue, Angela supposed.
About 15 minutes before closing, an announcement came over the store intercom that once again awakened Angela from her ÒtranceÓ. ÒGood evening shoppers. EastwickeÕs will be closing in 5 minutes. Please finalize your purchases and thank you for shopping EastwickeÕsÓ
Angela was pretty pleased with herself. Apparently nobody had guessed she was the ÒReal GirlÓ. She hoped that her performance tonight might earn her one of those bonuses that Geoff had talked about. She was lost in this thought when she noticed something odd. There were no voices that she could hear anymore. Just the soft music still playing through the speakers. She began looking around without breaking her pose or expression.
As far as she could tell, the store was empty. No customers or even sales associates could be seen. ÒBoy, they must have gotten out of here in a hurry!Ó she mused to herself. Either that or she just lost track of time, thinking about the bonuses too much.
She decided it was time to get dressed and wait for Geoff to return to evaluate her work tonight. Angela attempted to release her customary puff of air and break from her pose, but nothing happened. She tried to move her arms. She tried to move her head. She couldnÕt budge an inch. The only movement she seemed to have left was her facial muscles and her eyes. She was just about to panic when she heard footsteps.
Selena walked up to Angela and stood there, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. ÒSomething wrong, my pretty little doll?Ó she asked mischievously.
Angela found that she still could talk, but it took a bit of effort. ÒIÉcanÕtÉmove,Ó she managed to utter. ÒHelpÉmeÉSeÉleÉnaÉÓ
ÒOh, I will, but first you are going to help me, no?Ó she chuckled as she walked off, leaving Angela in her panic. Moments later, she returned, carrying the brunette mannequin from the lingerie department. She placed the figure on its feet in front of Angela and held it there while she addressed Angela.
ÒBefore I go on, let me tell you story, yes? A very long time ago, in a land far away from here lived a prince. His father, the King, was very sick and despite all efforts from apothecaries and doctors, was doomed to die. Not even the KingÕs vizier, Stephen Warlock, with his mysterious spells and incantations could relieve the infirmity.Ó
ÒSo, the King called his son to his side and beseeched him to find a woman to take as his bride. The Prince had already chosen his bride in his heart. There were 3 sisters who were servants working for the KingÕs vizier. The oldest, Cassandra, was a sandy blonde beauty. Her heart belonged to Prince as well, but she dared not tell Stephen.Ó
ÒWhen the Prince came to Stephen and demanded CassandraÕs release from StephenÕs service, the warlock flew into a jealous rage. Then and there he cast a spell where upon Cassandra next drink of water from the castle well would cause her to turn to stone forever. The Prince, upon hearing the utterance of this spell, sped to the castle well located in the outer castle courtyard. There he found, to his horror, his love, standing still as a statue, the empty cup she had drank from lying on the ground.Ó
ÒHe also found the other 2 sisters petrified exactly as their sister. Apparently they had all decided to take a break from their duties to quench their thirst. At this point, the court page arrived to deliver the heartbreaking news of the KingÕs death. The Prince was now King, but no queen at his side and his heart filled with grief and anger.Ó
ÒHis first order as the new King was to bring the court vizier to justice. He had the warlock beheaded and his body burned. He then sent out word for a new vizier---one that could assist him in restoring his lost love and her sisters.Ó
Angela could only stand there helplessly as Selena spun her tale. ÒSo, naturally, I offered my services. I am not as good a witch as Stephen was warlock. My specialty is potions and elixirs. With this knowledge, I was able to prolong my life and the KingÕs until we could find way to restore Cassandra and her sisters.Ó
Selena began stroking the cheek of the brunette mannequin next to her. ÒYou see, my little angel, I could not break the spell of Stephen, but I was able to transfer the life energy of the three sisters from the stone statues into moreÉhow do you sayÉmodern figures. I think now I will be able to restore Cassandra to the living, but IÕm afraid I need another girl to take her place.Ó
Suddenly it dawned on Angela. Selena had planned this all along! The beauty products, the music, the off key ÒsingingÓ---they must of all been a part of some elaborate incantation that now held Angela immobile. ÒP-pleaseÉSeÉleÉnaÉletÉmeÉgoÉÓ
ÒIÕm sorry, my dear. I love my daughters too much to leave them like this. But do not worry. I have seen to it that your transformation will not be entirely unpleasant. In fact, you may enjoy it.Ó With that, Selena lifted the brunette lingerie mannequin and placed her directly in front of Angela. Angela now realized that she was posed exactly as the figure facing her. She felt the touch of the mannequinÕs left hand on her right arm as Selena placed them together, ÒsingingÓ again along with the music.
Angela felt a strange sensation beginning at the point of contact from the dummyÕs hand. Her skin seemed to tighten and she could tell out of the corner of her eye that the tone of her skin was becoming very even with a slight shine to it. Any freckles or blemishes --- even the bit of hair on her arms --- were all disappearing. The sensation continued up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other arm. Angela could now see that as her arms became more artificial looking, the mannequinÕs arms became more flesh-like.
The mannequinÕs arms, now freed, began caressing AngelaÕs chest, fondling her breasts. Angela could feel the tightening sensation traveling down her torso. ÒWh-whatÉareÉyouÉdoÉingÉtoÉmyÉbody?Ó she demanded, as she stood there, helpless.
Selena reached behind Angela and unsnapped the button on her dress, causing the gown to fall down around her ankles. ÒShhhh, Angela. It will be over soon. Then you will be beautiful forever,Ó she whispered in the transforming girlÕs ear.
The mannequinÕs hands where now down around AngelaÕs waist. Selena unclasped AngelaÕs bra. The young model was perplexed, as her breasts remained uplifted without the aid of the brassiere. The mannequin in front of her stared blankly at Angela as she returned her hands to fondle the modelÕs breasts once again. This time, Angela could see that the nipples of the figure in front of her were becoming harder and more pronounced. The areolas began to darken as the once firm plastic mounds began to soften and drop naturally like any natural girlÕs breasts would.
Angela next felt the hands of the mannequin reach down and began to stroke her thighs still encased in nylon. She could feel the tightening of her skin under the gossamer material as the limbs of the plastic figure began to soften, allowing her to bend until she could massage AngelaÕs slender feet. The slight ache of standing in the high heels all night faded as Angela realized her feet were now permanently arched and required no effort to stand on her tip toes.
Angela was weeping uncontrollably. ÒP-pleaseÉdonÕtÉdoÉthisÉtoÉmeeeÉÓ
Her cries went unheeded as the mannequin stood up and came closer to Angela. She looked directly into the doll-like features of the figure as she felt fingers stroking her sex through her pantyhose. Angela had opted not to wear underwear tonight and the soft nylon fibers rubbing against her clit was driving her over the edge. There was a strange prickly sensation as AngelaÕs well-trimmed pubic hair disappeared, leaving her sex hairless. The mannequin continued to stroke her sex, causing her to dampen the cotton crotch of her hosiery. AngelaÕs emotions were conflicting. She was frightened and aroused at the same time as she felt herself close to climax. Her breathing, already shallow, came in short gasps as the mannequin began stroking her clit faster.
ÒOh...oh...oohhhhÉyouÕreÉmaÉkingÉmeÉcum!!!!Ó screamed Angela as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her body quivered slightly. She was barely able to comprehend the feeling that her sex had sealed up and that the mannequin was now stroking a smooth, hairless expanse between her legs.
The expression on AngelaÕs face was of wide-eyed surprise and pleasure, her mouth opened in the shape of an ÒOÓ. The last of the multiple orgasms caused her to cry out once again, only to have it cut short by the mannequinÕs plastic lips placed firmly on AngelaÕs ÒOohh--- Mmmpf!Ó Angela continued to whimper as the kiss continued.
Then, Angela felt the most bizarre sensation. It felt as if the mannequin-girl were sucking something out of Angela. Something intangible. A hollow feeling began to sweep over AngelaÕs body followed by complete rigidity. Angela could no longer move her eyes about in their sockets and she felt the muscles in her face moving before freezing solid.
The former mannequin stepped back, disengaging the kiss that marked AngelaÕs last moments of humanity. AngelaÕs face now had the blank doll-like expression of a display dummy. The former display fixture now removed AngelaÕs sandy blonde tresses, now only a wig, and exchanged it for her own brunette hairpiece. Angela no longer even looked like herself anymore, her new hairstyle and plastic body forever disguising that she had once been a living, breathing woman.
Selena burst forth and hugged the former mannequin. ÒCassandra, my daughter! After all these years, I have you back!Ó
ÒOh, mother, thank you, thank you! Where is my beloved Prince?Ó Cassandra asked insistently.
ÒAll in good time, my dear. First, letÕs get you ready for your reunion. Help me with this statue, will you?Ó she said, pointing at Angela. They removed AngelaÕs pantyhose and shoes. Cassandra removed her garments and began dressing in the outfit that Angela had been wearing in the eveningwear section. Selena slipped the lingerie her daughter had been wearing on the rigid figure of Angela. Then Selena and Cassandra lifted AngelaÕs stiff form onto the display rod that once held Cassandra in place. Angela could feel the rod penetrate her anus and with a final ÒclickÓ she was now permanently fixated to her display base. Cassandra made some last minute adjustments to her wardrobe. Just then, the front doors opened and the sound of footsteps could be heard.
Geoff had returned to the store. He walked over to the eveningwear section to where Angela had been displayed. When he found the spot empty, he began looking about for any signs of activity. ÒHello? Is anyone here?Ó he called out.
ÒOver here, Geoffrey. In the lingerie department,Ó Selena responded. Geoff quickly made for the lingerie section. He strode toward Selena and stopped cold. She was smiling with a knowing expression on her face.
ÒWhere is she? What have you done with her, Selena?Ó he demanded.
ÒRight behind you,Ó Selena answered. Geoff turned in time to see Cassandra step out of the shadows, throwing her arms around him.
ÒOh, Geoffrey, my love. IÕm yours once again!Ó she proclaimed, the emotion clearly present in her voice.
ÒCassandra! Cassandra! It is you!Ó he said as he lifted her up off her feet and spun her around joyfully. She kicked her pretty limbs in glee as the heels she wore dangled from her petite little feet. They embraced and kissed passionately.
Geoffrey turned from Cassandra and faced Selena. ÒHow can I ever repay you, Selena? I am in your debt.Ó He promised solemnly.
ÒWell, you can get more models to come and be Òliving dollsÓ. I still have 2 daughters to free,Ó she said, matter-of-factly.
ÒOf course. By the way, where is Angela?Ó Geoffrey asked. Selena smiled and motioned him toward the mannequin now modeling the pink bra and panty set with the nude thigh highs and matching pink high-heeled slippers. Geoffrey eyed her from head to toe to head again. As he rapped his knuckles on AngelaÕs forehead, the only response he received from the rigid model-now-mannequin was a hollow echo and her plastic body wobbling back and forth a bit before resting on its base once more.
ÒI donÕt know if you can hear me, Angela, but you gave your life for my beloved Cassandra. I will do my best to care for you, but we may need to sell you in order to buy the components for SelenaÕs potions. By the way, you shouldnÕt have been so apprehensive to display lingerie. You have a beautiful body, doesnÕt she, Cassandra?
Cassandra leaned in and lightly touched Angela on the cheek. ÒYes she does, my King. And now, she can display it proudly.Ó
ÒCome my love, we still have work to do. Are you coming, Selena?Ó King Geoffrey inquired.
ÒIn a moment, my liege. In a moment.Ó As Geoffrey and Cassandra exited from the store, Selena stood in front of AngelaÕs form, brow furrowed in concentration. Applying her skills learned through the ages, Selena was now picking up the thoughts of the Angela-mannequin telepathically. AngelaÕs thought ÒvoiceÓ sounded like that of a sweet, innocent young girl, her tone dripping with honey sweetness.
ÒI am prettyÉI have a beautiful bodyÉI like to display it proudlyÉÓ Selena, one of the witches of EastwickeÕs walked away, satisfied that AngelaÕs transformation was complete and that the former model was now enjoying her new life.