Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect for a walk to the local boutique to pick out new clothes for the upcoming school year. At least it was for Carolyn as she readied herself to do just that. The kids were at grandma's for the week and her husband was at work, so she had the house and the day to herself.
After a nice cup of her favorite coffee and listening to music while reading the morning paper, Carolyn was getting dressed for her excursion. She opted for the casual look--- a jean skirt and a pink cotton t-shirt. She tied on her tennis shoes and, grabbing her purse, made for the boutique.
She loved going to this shop. “Girl Power” was the name of the store and they catered to the local clientele of young women and moms. Carolyn had noticed that there was a sale today on skirts and dresses and decided to check out what the store had to offer. She had a preliminary interview with the school’s principal tomorrow and she wanted to make a good impression with a nice new outfit.
The walk to the store was pleasant. She could see people taking advantage of the nice August weather. Today was not too warm. In fact, it was more like a spring day than the “dog days of summer” that usually come in August. There were couples and families having picnics in the park, a man playing Frisbee fetch with his dog, and a couple of rollerbladers that almost ran into Carolyn as she walked on.
Arriving at the store, she noticed that there were quite a few shoppers. It was 10:30am and Carolyn wished that she would’ve come sooner, had she known there would be this many people. “Oh well,” she thought as she went about the business of acquiring a new wardrobe.
She did pretty well, considering that she arrived later. She was able to find three blouse and skirt outfits that could mix and match pretty well and 4 dresses. She stopped in the shoe department and found some conservative 2” open toe and classic pumps. She bought 3 pair: white, tan and black.
Making her way to the accessories section, Carolyn decided to buy a few pairs of pantyhose. She was looking around and found that the store had just received a fresh shipment of “Soft Legs”. Carolyn had heard that these were the best pantyhose. But at $40 a pair, they were a little too steep for her budget. She bought a week’s worth of the store’s brand hose instead.
Just as she was paying for her items, a voice called her name. “Carolyn? Carolyn Witson? Is that you?” the voice inquired.
Turning around, she saw a man standing there. Carolyn immediately noticed how well dressed he was in a dark charcoal gray suit, black tie and black dress shoes. Everything looked designer as far as she could tell. Then realizing she was staring, Carolyn spoke up. “I-I’m sorry, it’s Blusher now. My maiden name was Witson. How do you know me?
The stranger’s eyebrows rose. Then he smiled. “GHS, class of 1994? Does that ring a bell?” His voice was so familiar to Carolyn. She looked again but she still didn’t recognize the dashing man in front of her. “It’s me! Jeff! Jeff Cirmotich!”
Carolyn almost dropped her bags. Her jaw dropped along with an awestruck expression. He laughed as he came forward and hugged her. It took her a moment, but she finally returned his hug. “Oh, my God! Jeff! I didn’t recognize you! You look great!”
“Thanks,” he said as he stepped back from their embrace. He looked her up and down. Then he looked her in the eyes and remarked, “and you still have the same twinkle in those pretty eyes, Carolyn.”
“Well, thank you, Jeff,” she blushed. She suddenly felt very underdressed as she stood next to Jeff in his suit. “I’m just out getting some shopping done. What are you doing here? Are you going to be in town long?”
“Just a couple of days. I’m here on business but I wanted to look you up and see how you were doing.” Jeff looked at his watch: it was 11:50. “Hey, I’m hungry and it’s lunchtime. What do you say to lunch with an old friend? My treat!”
Carolyn hesitated for a moment before answering. “S-sure. That would be great! Just let me see if I can stow my bags here at the boutique while we eat,” she said as she looked around for an employee.
“No need, we can put them in the trunk of my rental car outside. Where would you like to eat?” he asked as he took her bags from her hands.
“Thanks. There’s a nice little café just down the block.” She replied.
“Sounds great. Let’s go.”
Jeff and Carolyn sat at the café and, after securing a booth and placing their orders, began their conversation. Carolyn couldn’t get over the physical change in Jeff. When she last saw him, he was a chubby, pimpled, greasy-haired nerd. Jeff noticed how lost in thought she was. “I know what you’re thinking. I look so different, right?”
Carolyn realized she was still staring and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Sorry, I guess I just can’t believe it. What’s your secret and can I have it?” she said jokingly.
Jeff smiled. “Well, I’ve been able to take care of myself since my company’s success allows me more free time for that sort of thing.”
“What’s your company do?” she asked while sipping on her iced tea.
“Ever heard of “Soft Legs” pantyhose?” he queried matter-of-factly.
“No! Is that your company? You’re kidding! You own Soft Legs?” Carolyn was completely amazed now.
“Yes, ma’am. After I graduated from MIT and earned my PhD in chemistry, I invented Silkcra, the secret material that makes Soft Legs so popular. Have you tried them yourself?” he asked just as the waitress was bringing their food.
“Uh, no, I’m afraid I haven’t,” she mumbled under her breath. How could she tell Jeff she couldn’t afford his product?
“Well I have!” quipped the waitress. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help overhearing. It’s an honor to serve you sir,” she said while extending her hand to Jeff. Jeff took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“The honor is mine. And call me ‘Jeff’, Miss?…”
“Trundell. Natalie Trundell. I can’t believe I’m shaking hands with the inventor of Soft Legs. I only own 2 pair, but I wear them all the time. They’ve lasted me a long time, even after washing several times a week. They’re amazing!”
Carolyn found herself checking out Natalie. She was young, maybe 20. She had the body that Carolyn used to have in her day: ample breasts, an hourglass figure and long legs. As she was looking, Carolyn noticed that the waitress was wearing a pair of pantyhose.
“Are you wearing them now?” Carolyn asked bluntly.
“I sure am! Don’t they look great? And feel how soft they are!” she said as she placed her foot up on the edge of Carolyn’s seat. Carolyn slowly reached out and touched the young girl’s calf. They were very smooth and silky. Exquisitely smooth and silky. Carolyn stopped herself from fondling the girl’s leg further.
“Wow, those are nice!” Carolyn commented.
“Oh! I forgot your chili cheese fries, sir, I mean… Jeff,” said the waitress as she smiled and headed off to retrieve his food. Jeff watched her walk away and turned around to continue his conversation with Carolyn.
After a bit of silence, Jeff perked up. “So, I missed you at the 10-year last week. I talked to Lisa Goeley. Well, she’s Von Trake since she married Josh Von Trake. They’re divorced now, but she still looks great. She told me you guys talked ever once in a while. But she never mentioned you got married.”
“No? Well, were going on 8 years now. I have two boys, ages four and six. Aaron and Justin. They are quite a handful,” she said laughingly. “I also just finished getting my Masters in education and my teaching certificate. I begin teaching this fall. I have an important meeting with the principal tomorrow. That’s why I was out getting some new outfits. I want to make a good impression.”
“I know you will,” Jeff grinned. The waitress returned with his fries. Carolyn watched Jeff devour them along with the double bacon burger and chocolate milkshake he had ordered. She wondered how he could eat like this and still look as great as he did. If she so much as smelled French fries, her hips would swell. The waitress refreshed her iced tea as they talked on and caught up on each other’s lives.
After lunch, Jeff offered to drive Carolyn home and she accepted. On the way, he stopped in front of Girl Power. “I won’t be a minute,” he stated as he exited the car and entered the store. Carolyn wondered what he was doing. Then she remembered how he used to leave flowers and candy and little stuffed animals at her locker. He was so nice, but she just didn’t see him in that way. I guess it was the peer pressure of being a cheerleader that demanded you associate with certain types of people. Unfortunately, Jeff was not one of those people.
She also recalled how she turned him down when he asked her to prom. She was on her way out the door at school to go with her friends to look at prom dresses when she almost bumped into him. He asked her right then if she would go to the prom with him, but her friends were waiting and her reply was a hurried “No, sorry.” Looking back, she realized how terrible that was and grimaced.
Inside, Jeff went straight to the hosiery section. He selected a pair of Soft Legs and retrieved from his pocket a device that looked like a flip-cell phone. He opened it up and pressed a button. He pretended he was talking on the “cell phone” as he looked at a set of numbers on the box of pantyhose. He spoke the numbers into the device and then, after finishing his “call” closed the device and returned it to his pocket. He then showed his company id card to the manager, who allowed him to take the hose, free of charge. She also placed it in a gift bag for him.
Returning to the car, Jeff gave the bag to Carolyn. “This is to make sure your meeting tomorrow is a success,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “Thank you, Jeff. That is so sweet.” She responded. He drove her home and helped her with her bags. “Do you want to come in for a minute? I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Sorry, I have a meeting. I’ll give you a call before I leave town. It was really nice seeing you again Carolyn. You take care of yourself, ok?” He said as he opened his arms invitingly. This time she returned his hug without hesitation.
Disengaging their embrace, she told him, “You too, Jeff.” He got into his car and drove away leaving her in the driveway, waving goodbye. She stood there for a while, thinking, “I wonder if that was the one that got away?” After a few minutes, she gathered her things and went inside.
Carolyn awoke, still smiling from yesterday’s encounter with Jeff. Her husband was just getting ready to leave. He got home a little late last night, so she didn’t get a chance to tell her about her little reunion with their schoolmate, Jeff. He grabbed a bottle of juice and a pop tart before heading out the door. “Bye, hon. See you tonight,” he called over his shoulder before the back door slammed.
“Bye,” she called after him. She was a bit disappointed she didn’t get the chance to recollect the event with Doug, but she realized this was a busy season for him. She looked at the clock to discover she had 15 minutes for a quick cup of coffee before she had to start getting ready for her meeting.
After showering, shaving her legs and drying her hair, Carolyn decided to do a little extra primping. She wore very little makeup, usually, but decided to put a little more on today. She curled her short, brown hair and did a little more mascara than usual. When she was done, she opted for a lip-gloss rather than lipstick. “Not too bad,” she thought to herself when she was done. She got up and was going to put on her bra when she noticed the package that Jeff had given her. “Oh, I almost forgot! I wonder what it is?” she mused as she opened the gift bag.
She felt inside and pulled out the box of Soft Legs pantyhose. “No way!” she said aloud. “I can’t believe it! Well, I guess since he owns the company, he can get a pair anywhere he pleases.” After saying this, Carolyn immediately opened the box and inspected the hosiery. It had a shimmer to it like no other hose she had seen before. She also noticed that there were no seams anywhere. Not even around the waistband. “State-of-the-art pantyhose” she thought as she sat down on her bed, bunching up the left leg of the hosiery.
She slid them on over her toes and up her calf. Immediately, she felt the soft tightness on her legs. “I just wish I had the legs I had back in high school. Having two kids has taken its toll on this old body,” she joked to herself while sliding on the other leg. Before long, she had the pantyhose on all the way.
She stood in front of her mirror and looked at herself. Carolyn, despite her self-deprecation, was still a pretty woman. She stood 5’6” and she carried a few extra pounds at a weight of 145. Her blue eyes were striking against the backdrop of her dark brown hair. She had a fair complexion and her body had become more voluptuous since high school. She would notice to her dismay, that her boobs drooped a bit and that the pregnancies left their telltale stretch marks on her tummy.
She was enjoying the look and feel of her new nylons so much that she realized that she had forgotten to put on her bra and underwear. As she reached down to remove the pantyhose, she suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation all over the areas covered by the silky hosiery. She paused for a moment before it happened.
The waistband of the pantyhose began sliding swiftly like liquid up her torso. “Whaaat?” she yelped aloud as she grabbed at the waistband in an attempt to halt the fabric’s assault. Just then she felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, doubling her over, temporarily knocking the wind out of her. Before she knew it, the hose had oozed its way over her breasts and up to her neck. The fibers began tightening a bit as it covered her throat. Carolyn tried to scream out but there was air in her lungs and the grip around her neck prevented her from making any such sound.
The soft, silky material continued up over her face, over her shoulders and down her arms. As she sensed the fabric sliding over each finger like a nylon glove, Carolyn realized that she was now totally cocooned within the hosiery. She felt the wind return to her body, but all she could manage was a muffled whimper.
She struggled against the encasement, but it was like she was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, she felt herself uncontrollably standing upright, her arms retracted to her sides as if glued there, and her legs and feet slide together. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed, mummified and immobile.
She lay there for what seemed liked an eternity before she heard the back door open. “Doug!” she thought to herself as she attempted to wiggle and make some sort of sound. She was able to move slightly, and all that came out of her mouth was something akin to the squeak of a mouse. “Doug!” she screamed mentally. “I’m in here!”
She looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. It was not Doug. Her heart stopped as she saw the face of the brute now standing over her. He looked like a Neanderthal, protruding cerebral ridges, heavy eyebrows, apelike nostrils and thick lips that pulled back in a creepy grin as he approached her. He was wearing dark clothes and a black stocking cap. Reaching down, he picked Carolyn’s helpless body up in his hands and, like the caveman he resembled, flopped her over her shoulder and exited the room.
He carried out the back door to a car waiting outside. He popped the trunk and laid her inside. She looked up at him with eyes widened with horror as he closed the lid with the same eerie grin as before. Carolyn laid there in the darkness of the trunk, her heart pounding furiously. Where was he taking her? Who was he? Her mind raced, thinking how she might never see her husband and kids again. She began to cry, eventually passing out from fear.
She awoke to find herself being carried in similar fashion from her house. The bounce of the brute’s stride caused her body to bounce a bit, stirring her to consciousness. Then she noticed a whining noise becoming louder as the thug walked on. She thought for a moment, her eyes were still closed until she realized that it was nighttime. How long had she been out? She was wondering why she didn’t feel the cold night air through the nylon when the noise became deafening. It was the sound of jet engines.
The man walked into the Learjet with his bundle, tossing her into one of the empty seats. He then closed the door behind him and climbed into the cockpit. “Who is this guy?” she questioned in her mind again. It wasn’t long before the craft was airborne. She felt another tingling at the back of her head, losing consciousness soon after.
This time when she awoke, she was glaring at florescent ceiling lights. She was lying prone on a table, still sheathed in her nylon prison. Sitting on a stool next to her was the brute, staring and still smiling. She began to whimper. After a few seconds, the brute held up his index finger as if to say, “Hold on.” He then removed his stocking cap. He got up and walked over to a computer desk that had several monitors. It looked more some sort of control center. Next he did something that totally amazed Carolyn.
He began typing on the keyboard and with a pronounced final tap, he looked up straight at Carolyn. His face began vibrating, almost blurring, until it became almost featureless. Then she realized he was wearing a stocking over his face, much as a bank robber might wear during a holdup. The man then pulled the stocking off his face to reveal his true identity: It was Jeff!
“Yes, Carolyn, its me. Once again you have failed to recognize me. But this time it will cost you more than your precious time you so graciously allowed your ‘old friend’. And when I’m through with you, you’ll be the one unrecognizable. Well, I’ll still know who you are.”
He sauntered over to her, tossing the nylon mask onto the table. “You see, ‘old friend’, after I invented Silkcra and marketed it, I was able to fund my research. I also earned my PhD’s in electronic engineering and microbiology. Combining the technologies allowed me to assume the physical form I’ve always wanted. I don’t have to watch what I eat, anymore, its wonderful!” he gloated.
“As for you, you’re probably wondering how you got into this predicament.” While he spoke, he pulled out the gift bag that had contained the box of pantyhose he gave her yesterday and showed it to her. “Look familiar? Well, all the pantyhose I sell have a certain signature to them. When I procured the pair I gave you, I entered in the numerical data from the packaging into my portable computer. Once I did that, it was easy to spy on you outside your house, waiting for you to put the hose on. When you did, the fibers began transmitting that you were wearing them, along with your vital signs and basic physiology,” he said, returning to his seat on the stool.
“I immediately activated the entrapment function on your pair. I wish I could’ve seen your face when you realized that you were being imprisoned within your own pantyhose,” he chuckled. “I used a Silkcra mask to conceal my identity, as you noticed. I can resemble anyone I wish. I just liked how that particular face looked. Your reaction when I came into your room was perfect. I almost burst out laughing,” he spoke, stifling a giggle.
“The unique nature of microbiological electronics combined with chemically treated nylon fibers allows me to have complete control of the body encased with my special hosiery. You felt it in the form of a stomach punch, and also when you lost consciousness in my jet. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” He stood up and walked over to her, coming face to face with his captive.
“Now, if you haven’t already figured it out, there is only one bit of business I was in town for: revenge. So, let’s get started, shall we?” he spoke as he lifted her off the table, over his shoulder again. He paused momentarily as he stroked the back of her silky thighs. “Mmmmm. Your legs were part of the reason I wanted you so much, Carolyn,” he cooed as he continued stroking. From her position, Carolyn could see the rest of the room.
Along with the “control center”, she saw another table not far from the one that she had been lying on. She could make out small bottles with liquids in a rainbow of colors. There were brushes also, much like the makeup brushes she herself used. Just underneath the far end of the table, was some sort of compressor with tubes extended from its housing. She recognized this as an airbrush setup that she had seen in art class.
The other item she saw was peculiar to her: a raised circular pedestal, about 6” tall. There was a shaft of light emanating from a circular fixture directly above it. On the pedestal rested a metal disc. Protruding straight up and fastened to the disc was a long metal pole. There was a segment at the top of the pole, roughly 6” in length. She wondered what purpose this apparatus served.
“Okay, that’s enough. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but now I have a job to do,” Jeff said as he spun around and began walking towards the pedestal. Carolyn felt a strange sensation. It was almost as if the nylon fibers on her body were pulling her buttocks apart. Then she felt the fibers invading her anus, opening it wider. That’s when she felt the smooth metal rod sliding into her ass, the weight of her body impaling her upon the pole. She thought it was going to go completely through her, but then she felt her feet land on the floor.
She stood there, feeling humiliated and violated as Jeff stepped back from the pedestal. She hunched forward slightly as he walked over to the airbrush table and picked up a photograph. Looking at it, then looking at Carolyn, he quipped, “Oh, Carolyn, the years have been kind.” He looked back at the photo. “It’s the days, weeks and months that did all that damage!” he said with a laugh. He walked over and showed the picture to her. “Does this bring back any memories, ‘old friend’?” he asked sarcastically. Carolyn saw herself, standing next to a tall red-haired young man. In the picture, she was wearing a blue striped bikini that left nothing to the imagination. It showed off her teenage assets beautifully. She recognized the young man as Steve Blatzer, a guy she liked for a while back in the day.
“Steve told me how you tried to start a relationship with him. You did this when you knew how I felt about you. You knew he was my best friend. When I saw you two taking this picture…” he trailed off. “Well, let’s just say I found out who my real friend was. Steve told me that he wouldn’t do that to me and so he never returned your ‘advances’.”
Carolyn was getting more frightened as she saw the look in Jeff’s eyes as he recollected the memories of his teen years. Abruptly, his countenance changed. “But, this picture was not meant to stir up painful feelings for me. In fact, I’m using it to do you a favor, not that you deserve any further kindness, ‘old friend’.”
Jeff turned back and walked over to the control area. He slid the photo into what looked like a scanner and sat down at the computer and began typing. Soon, the scanned photo appeared on one of the monitors. Next, the computer traced the contours of Carolyn’s image. It formed a wire frame figure that it used to create a 3D digital model of her teenage body. The computer began processing data as Jeff pressed some buttons on another panel, producing a low hum behind the pedestal.
Two semicircle partitions appeared on either side of Carolyn, allowing her to see her body from several angles. In the spaces between the full-length mirror sections of the partitions, Carolyn saw what looked like mini camera lenses. There were 6 mirrors and 12 lenses from what she could make out. As the walls finished their movement about her, they locked in place with a hiss and the humming sound ceased.
Seeing that the computer was finished with the data, Jeff stood up and looked at Carolyn from behind his control center. “Get ready for a blast from the past!” he said in a voice similar to a crazy scientist from a certain time traveling movie trilogy. He pressed the keyboard with a flourish. “1 point 21 Jigawatts!” he cried in the same voice.
Carolyn felt her body begin to vibrate. She could hardly breathe. She felt as if she were being compressed. No, not compressed. It was more like she was being molded. She watched her reflection in the mirrors. Her body began to change. Her breasts became perkier and firmer. Her stomach became flatter. Her hips receded. Jeff watched as her legs became shapelier. The vibrations stopped and Carolyn had to blink a couple of times before studying her image in the mirror.
She looked exactly how she did in high school: beautiful, trim and sexy. She stared in amazement. Amazement gave way to confusion. Why would Jeff grant her this “fountain of youth” body if he were so angry with her?
Before she could answer, Jeff began dancing around, using his hands and fingers to form “frames” around his face. “Vogue, Vogue, strike a pose, strike a pose, Vogue, Vogue, Vogue!” he sang as he spun around and activated the computer again.
Carolyn felt her body trembling again as the invisible fingers of the material moved all over her body. It was similar to the “molding” sensation from before, except, it was more like she was being moved into position. She was striking a pose just as Jeff mockingly sang.
Her legs shimmied apart, with most of her weight on her left leg, which was bent slightly. Her feet began to arch up on her toes, as if she were wearing tall heels. Her hips swung to the right and held their position. She leaned slightly forward with her left shoulder, her right shoulder pushing back, giving her a sultry twist. Her right arm bent and rested her hand on her right hip. Her left arm was positioned just resting on her left thigh. Her head tilted up and he eyes looked straight ahead. Finally, she felt the muscles in her face manipulate her expression into one of far off sultriness.
“And now, for poetic justice,” Jeff exclaimed. He just looked at Carolyn as he concealed his actions behind the control area. Suddenly, the light fixture above glowed with an eerie green light as the vibrations in her body increased.
A sound like the creaking of a wooden floor groaning under weight began emanating from Carolyn. She began feeling a tightening all over her body, beginning in her toes and fingers and working its way inward. The material entered Carolyn’s sex and began expanding. It felt as if some of her insides were being pushed aside and compressed while the rest of her internal organs simply dissolved.
The tightening sensation increased. The material stroking against Carolyn’s sex and clit began working her towards a climax. She felt incredible waves of sexual pleasure through her body as her sex sealed up leaving her as ill-equipped for sex as a Barbie doll. Her whimpering moan could be heard over the humming of the machines. Carolyn then noticed her reflection.
Her skin was taking on an unnatural shine to it. Her light skin tone had become very even. She could see no freckles, birthmarks--- even the stretch marks were gone. Her areolas were missing and her nipples were now little buttons on the tips of her breasts. Her belly button was now only a slight indentation on her tummy. Her toes seemed to be fused together and her toenails, like her fingernails, had the same color and finish as the rest of her body. Her face was now shiny and smooth and her eyes became glassy. Her eyelashes seemed to be growing longer and her hair that had been matted against her head inside the Silkcra cocoon, flowed from her scalp. It grew longer than her current hairdo, framing her pretty face.
She was just about to climax when the creaking sound stop and the vibrations halted. All sensations ceased. All Carolyn could sense was an eerie hollow feeling in her body. Her whimpering was now silenced. She couldn’t make a sound. She could still think. She could still hear. She could still see, although her field of vision was now extremely limited. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see what the process had done. She was now an incredibly life-like mannequin!
Jeff tapped the keyboard a few more times then walked over and stood in front of his newest creation. “How do you like it, slut? Having your emotions and feelings played with only to have them cut short, leaving you feeling empty inside? Oh, but we’re not done yet, ‘old friend’.” He leaned back and directed his voice towards the control area. “Activate,” he said with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
In a flash, the mini camera lenses burst forth with laser beams, deftly segmenting Carolyn’s body. The beams dissected her at the waist, shoulders, wrists and left leg with extreme precision. It happened so fast that she barely felt it. Her left leg tipped over and landed with a “thunk” on the floor, along with her hands and arms. She no longer looked human, but rather like a broken doll, her pieces lying in a heap on the ground.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame. Well, we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” Jeff teased the mannequin that used to be his former classmate.
Jeff spent the next hour fitting Carolyn’s limbs with pivots and sockets so that she could be reassembled like any other display fixture. After placing her parts back together, he turned his attention to the airbrush table. He used the paints applied by airbrush to give Carolyn a permanent makeover. Her cheeks he made rosier. He touched up her eye makeup, and painted her lips to a red, glossy finish. Finally, he styled her coiffure to a playful flip style and set it permanently with a lacquer spray.
Jeff sighed with contentment as he gazed upon her. “There now, ‘old friend’. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, don’t worry. You’ll see your family again. That is, if they come back to shop at Girl Power. That’s where I’m sending you. It’ll be like you never left!” Jeff said with a smile. “This felt good. I look at you now and all my anger is gone. Thanks, ‘old friend’. ”
Jeff detached her from the pole. The phallic segment on the top part of the pole was now a permanent part of her body, further perfecting the illusion that she was nothing more than a display fixture. He disassembled her once again and packed Carolyn into a crate filled with Styrofoam padding. Closing the lid on the crate he paused to say, “It was really great seeing you like you were back in high school Carolyn. Goodbye, ‘old friend’ and enjoy your new life. Consider your atonement complete.”
Doug Blusher was frantic. His wife had not been heard from in a week. The police had come over to the house but could find no evidence of foul play. His sons clung to him, never letting him out of their sight for a moment. The police said they would investigate, but that didn’t stop him from checking out Carolyn’s favorite store and restaurant.
He first went to the café where Jeff and Carolyn had their reunion lunch. He showed the manager a current photo of Carolyn and asked if he had seen her lately. “I think I saw her here about a week ago. I think Natalie waited on her.” He informed Doug.
“Where is Natalie? Can I speak to her?” Doug asked.
“Well, she hasn’t been in for a few days. I tried calling her, but I get no answer. I figured that she just decided to quit. If you find her, tell her I want to see her,” the manager grunted.
Doug decided to pay a visit to Girl Power. As he was questioning the manager, his two boys came racing up to him and nearly knocked him down. His older son spoke while the 4 year old stood by, crying. “Dad! Come quick! We found Mom! But I think there’s something wrong with her! Come quick!” the boys shouted while pulling on their father’s shirt.
“What? Show me boys! Take me to your mother!” Doug commanded. Almost running
through the store, Doug followed his boys. “There she is!” they yelled. Jeff
saw the back of a dark haired woman. His heart skipped a beat as he stopped.
Was it her?
He ran over quickly to discover what the boys had mistaken for their missing mother. It was a mannequin dressed in a sexy black dress and black high heels. As he gazed upon the figure, he thought it was uncanny how much this mannequin resembled Carolyn in her heyday. Doug fought back the emotions as he remembered how she looked the day he first laid eyes on her. Those eyes began to fill with tears.
The manager of the store quickly joined the distraught family. “Oh, I’m sorry, boys. This is just a mannequin. See?” she said as she rapped her knuckles on the figure’s forehead, producing a slight echo. The fixture wobbled back and forth on its stand a little, never losing its rigid pose in the slightest.
“C’mon boys, let’s go,” Doug said, trying to keep his composure. They all left the plastic woman alone to display the sexy dress she was now wearing.
“Doug! Boys! It is me! It’s me! Come back!” Carolyn screamed mentally.
Jeff was back in his lab, mixing some pigments in a glass bottle. He poured it into his airbrush reservoir container and did some test sprays before moving towards a lovely figure posed on the pedestal. He was preparing another mannequin with “makeup” that she would wear forever.
She
was posed in a sitting position, leaning forward with her right hand on her
hip and her left hand on her right knee. She had her right leg slightly bent
back and her left foot placed out in front of her. Her strawberry blonde hair
cascaded behind her neck and hung loosely from the left side of her face. Her
backward-glancing expression was one of frustration as if she were waiting for
someone running late.
He had dressed her in a deep purple velour dress with metallic gold sandals just to see if she could be dressed in this position. She looked lovely sitting on her white fiberglass cube as he began to apply the paint.
“You look gorgeous, Natalie. You’ll be the hit of the grand opening of the new boutique in town!” he said as he hummed a tune.
The process had irrevocably changed Natalie’s thinking. As she sat there, obediently holding her pose (as if she had any choice in the matter) the former waitress answered Jeff in her mind as if they were holding a real conversation.
“Thank you. I am
pretty. I am a beautiful mannequin.
Please display me…”