Abracadabra Chapter 6 Sylvia Armitage
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Under Age
by Lady in Waiting
It all started when I clicked the submit button. It seems like so
long ago, when I submitted my first story to Fictionmania. It was
a called (Man)nequin and it was about a boy who's punishment for
dressing in his mother's clothes was to be turned into a female
mannequin and put on display. I was so very proud of my work, but
now I realize it wasn't the best I could do. Now my writing is so
much more realistic, all thanks to Fictionmania.
You see there was one slight problem, I wasn't 18. When I
submitted my story I had just turned 16 a few months earlier, but
hey to be honest who pays attention to those warnings about
having to be 18. My story was quite popular, and it got a lot of
good reviews, not to brag. So of course I started to work on
another story. Soon my second story was submitted and I was
really on a roll. This one was about a woman who picks up men at
a bar, takes them home, and then after having her way with them
she turns them into female mannequins for her clothing store. It
was called 'Stiff Drink'.
Now I'll admit, I had a thing for men becoming female mannequins.
The thought of my body becoming female and then hard plastic
always turned me on. Dressed and displayed in my brand new female
body. So that is what I wrote about. Many a nights I would sit at
my computer, which was luckily in my room, and type while feeling
my cock grow harder and harder with every keystroke. For me
writing those stories was almost a form of masturbation, as it
gave me great pleasure.
One day, however, things changed. Things changed big time! I had
stayed home from school, telling my mom I wasn't feeling well.
The real reason was so that I could stay home and finish the
story I was working on. It was almost an addiction. At sometime
during the day there was a knock on the door. I answered it
without even looking to see who it was, expecting the neighbor or
some friend of my moms.
What I got, though, was two men in black suits that asked me if I
was the said person who has violated the Fictionmania policy. Boy
was I shocked!
They immediately took out an object, I think it was some type of
taser, and zapped me with it. Within a few seconds, everything
was black. From there I was told that I had been put in the back
of a van and taken to a Fictionmania Headquarters. I had no clue
they had a headquarters. I always pictured it as 1 person who
updates the page everyday. I awoke strapped to a vertical table.
My arms and legs and even my neck were all locked into place. I
couldn't move a muscle.
As my mind cleared I realized what was going on. I was kidnapped
and taken to this place by men in black suits, obviously from
Fictionmania. It became very apparent to me that they take their
site very seriously. I didn't see any harm in not being of legal
age, but it looks as if they did.
A woman walked into the room I was in and looked me over. She
grinned as she looked at the clipboard in her hands. "So you are
Lady in Waiting hmm?"
"W-w-why am I here?"
"Well that's simple. You violated the Fictionmania policy, and
therefore you have been brought here to be dealt with."
"Dealt with....what do you mean?"
"You didn't read the fine print I take it."
"What fine print?" I asked.
She laughed and then showed me a printout of the Fictionmania
enter page. She then took the clipboard and read it aloud to me.
"Anyone who violates the Fictionmania policy by entering without
being of the proper age will be dealt with appropriately."
I was shocked and in a state of denial. "B-b-but I never s-saw
that..."
"Well young.....man, I guess you'll learn to read the fine print
next time."
"This isn't legal! You can't get away with this!!"
"Sorry that you think that Michael, but we have our ways and yes
we will get away with it very, very easily. Why don't we cover
what is going to happen to you?"
"Y-y-y-you can't do anything to me.....I didn't do anything
wrong!"
"On the contrary Michael, you broke the rules and you have to be
punished. What was that story you wrote? (Man)nequin? Well
Michael the boy in that story paid didn't he? And so you shall
pay similarly. After looking over your profile, yes, all our
authors have profiles, we have seen that all of your stories are
about one thing. Do you know what that is Michael?"
I just stared at her, trying to think of a way to escape. There
has to be a way out of here, I thought.
"All of your stories are about males who are turned into female
mannequins. So likewise will be your punishment. To be perfectly
honest with you Michael, or shall we say Lady in Waiting, your
stories are very popular, and we see your potential. We do like
to have the very best stories on our website, and you are a very
good author. We don't want to lose a good author because of this.
Let's just say you're going to get a new perspective to write
from."
"W-w-why can't you just let me go?"
"Well it's apparent to us that one of your fantasies is to be a
mannequin, and we do want to repay you for being so good to us
with your stories. So we have decided that since you are 16 and
you will be 18 in 2 years, you are going to spend 2 years in your
'punishment' and then you will be released on your 18th
birthday."
She smiled as she stepped closer and ran her fingers over my
face. "Oh and don't worry Lady, you won't be waiting much
longer."
****
The next thing I remember is being unstrapped and taken to a
large white room. Oh! The walls were so white, almost blinding.
As I stood there the woman entered was again, and laughed before
she started talking.
"Welcome Lady, to the changing room. Let me explain what is going
to happen to you. In just a moment you will feel yourself stiffen
and you will not be able to move. From there we will rub you down
with a cream that will have some very wonderful affects on you.
It will completely rework your DNA, infact it will rewrite it.
It's a new invention that hasn't even been announced yet. You
aren't the first to have it be used on, of course, but it is
still a top secret item. The cream will change your body in ways
you could before only dream about. Within a matter of minutes
after being rubbed down with it you will be a dazzling young
woman!"
I could only stare.
"Oh, you aren't excited dear? Oh yes, it looks like you have
already been immobilized. Well anyhow, that's not all it will do.
It will take care of you, hmm, inner workings so that you will no
longer have to eat, drink, or relieve yourself. Don't ask me how
it works dearie, I haven't a clue. From there you will be taken
over to the cosmetics room where you will be dipped in a tank of
plastic. From there you will be painted appropriately for a
mannequin and yes you will be shipped out immediately. I think
you'll find the experience to be quite wonderful, getting to live
your fantasies. I know you want to be forced into this and become
a mannequin just like in your stories Lady. Ahh yes you don't
have to wait anymore."
She walked out of my sight but she quickly returned with a bottle
of cream. She looked at me and smiled, "Now normally I don't do
this but since you are a special asset to us I'm going to rub you
down myself." As she finished talking 2 women came out with
scissors and cut my clothes off. They were very skilled with the
scissors and didn't cut me thank god, but if they had I doubt I
would have been able to even cry out. Believe me, at this point I
was trying as hard as I could to move or talk or anything!
After I was completely naked she rubbed the cream on her hands
and began to spread it all over my body. I must admit that her
hands did feel good on me, and she gave me one of the best
rubdowns I had ever had. As she did she explained to me that
something had already been done to everyone that knew me, and
they had already forgot I ever existed. I wondered how they could
possibly do that, but then I realized that here I was frozen and
being turned into a female mannequin and you know what, I didn't
have many friends anyway.
She worked it all over my body until I was covered with it and I
felt my skin start to tingle. She told me it would feel very
good, almost as good as an orgasm, but that it would my last time
to come that close as a man, at least for 2 years. Although I
couldn't see the changes, I could feel them. I felt my chest grow
larger, sticking out more as my nipples protruded more. I felt my
cock pulling into my crotch, a very odd and yet erotic feeling,
and then I felt my new pussy form. My balls became the lips as it
finished. My whole body began to tingle and then I noticed myself
get shorter and smaller. I knew I was becoming much more female.
Completely feminine actually! It really felt good, all over my
new female body.
The only thing that didn't grow was my hair. Infact I had no hair
anywhere on my female body! When she rolled a big full length
mirror infront of me I saw that I didn't have any hair, but
otherwise my body was that of a beautiful, young, petite woman.
It turned me on to see myself like that, knowing that soon my
skin would shine and I would be on display to everyone in my
beautiful new female form.
Wait a minute! What am I thinking! I'm going to be a mannequin!
Trapped like this for 2 years! I-I-I don't want this. B-but why
is it turning me on then? I couldn't understand my thoughts at
the time.
"Ah yes you are a beautiful young woman indeed, and you are going
to look so wonderful once we finish the process. Oh, and don't
worry about feeling horny and loving that new body of yours, we
knew you would. One gift that our mannequins do get is that the
slightest touch will send you into a rockin' orgasm. Sometimes
even a breeze could set you off in a continual set of climaxes.
You're going to have a wonderful 2 years Lady."
With that they put me on a dolly and rolled me into the next
room. Not being able to move was weird, but I was enjoying it.
The next thing I saw was a large container filled with liquid
plastic. I knew they were going to dunk me in it. I even looked
to it with anticipation! New feeling rushed over me as I knew I
wanted to become a mannequin, I really longed for it. What was
going on with me??
If I could have I would have smiled when they picked me up with a
crane looking device and dipped me in the plastic goo. I could
feel it all over me instantly. It felt so cool, almost cold, and
I could feel as it hardened around my waiting body. All over me
me hardening. I knew that this was what I truly did want. All of
the words I could have and have written couldn't describe how it
really felt. Yes! It truly was so good!
When the crane took me out and put me down I felt so different.
Everything had kind of a cool feeling to it, the breeze the
touched me, the women's hands as they picked my new light weight
plastic body up and put it on a spinning pedestal. I knew that I
really was a mannequin, and I loved it. They began to paint my
face, making me look alive and almost cheery. The paint brushes
and other things on my face felt so orgasmic. The woman was
right, as I was already beginning to feel a wetness. My crotch
tingled and felt so good as they painted me up and then brushed a
powder on my plastic skin. Ohhh, mmmm so close to having my first
orgasm in this body I would have been moaning and arching if only
I could. The next 2 years were going to be absolute bliss!
I orgasmed as they put the finishing touches on my face, a little
blush in my cheeks and some false eyelashes and penciled
eyebrows. I was able to watch in the mirror and I saw they gave
my eyebrows a certain arch, it almost made me look puzzled or
surprise. I was surprised though, surprised that I loved this so
much. They put a glue on my smooth head and finally put a nice,
curly brown wig on my head. I felt the glue hold and new that was
my new hair for the next couple of years.
When I saw my full self in the mirror I couldn't help but admire
my beauty. Soft features on a beautiful, almost angelic face,
nice, well-rounded breasts, permanently held up and made to look
full. My waist was slender, giving me a wonderful figure, and my
crotch was.....smooth. God that sent me into orgasm, seeing my
smooth sexless crotch. My legs were shapely and well, perfect all
the way down to my feet, which were permanently arched, awaiting
heels. I was a spectacle of true beauty, just like one of my
characters in my stories.
They boxed me up in a crate and I took a long ride to I don't
know where. I was unboxed by some men and then taken to a back
room among all the other mannequin. I knew I was in a clothing
store. A woman came back one day and looked me over. Seeing her
look at my body, displayed to her, made me orgasm hard. If I
could have reached out and taken her right then and there I would
have. She took me and laid out a few outfits. She slowed tipped
me over on a table and then she slide a pair of satin panties on
me. As they slid up my legs, mmm it felt so good it made me
orgasm again. I was always on the end, so close to climax, and
the slightest touch did do me in.
Next came a pair of sheer black panty hose. They felt so good as
she slid them up my legs. She took great care in doing so, and I
immediately realized why women wear them. They did feel so good
on my body, the way they hugged and caressed my every curve. Oh
how bad I wanted to walk around in them, to feel them rub
together, to feel the wind on them, and to feel them as I cross
my legs in them. I definitely loved panty hose!
She put a slip on me and then a nice red satin dress. It was very
elegant and regal looking. It looked beautiful on my figure and
it felt wonderful on my sheer black legs. Orgasm after orgasm hit
me as she took me out and readied a stand for me. Oh my! I was
right in the front window! I saw the pole extending up from the
stand and suddenly knew where it was going. I orgasmed as I felt
it slide up my ass and into my inside, holding me up. She put a
nice pair of heels on me and stepped back to admire her work. I
knew that I looked beautiful, and I was so ready for the
following morning when life was breathed into the mall and people
would see me, on display in the storefront. The thought of this
made me orgasm many times that night.
The next morning was breathtaking as people walked by and looked
at me. I watched them look at me from head to toe, some of the
little kids making faces, but then I began to realize that this
wasn't as good as I had thought it would be. The occasional
breeze on my dress would make it rub my legs and I would orgasm,
but other than that I was stuck without release. Days bled into
months, and the months bled together. I knew the seasons changed
when I was redressed, re-fashioned for the style of that season.
I learned that the bright, short dresses and skirts and nude
panty hose went with summer, and the darker, longer dresses and
skirts were for fall and winter. Over the course of the year I
was redressed many times, each of which gave me countless
orgasms. Then I was put back on display, my mind gave me the
occasional orgasm, but other than that I had to stand there and
watch as people, living people, people that could move and dress
themselves looked at me, a mannequin on display to sell clothes.
It felt like an eternity, and I saw many old and new faces during
the course of my 2 years. I gradually accepted that I was nothing
more than a mannequin, and like the characters in my stories, I
was an object, and nothing more. I couldn't figure out how I went
from being so excited and loving my change to feeling this drab
and disassociated from everyone by it. But like it or not, this
was my fate for 2 years.
Being a mannequin wasn't all bad though, I loved the feeling of
the clothes, and I had lots of time to think about ideas for
stories. I knew that once they let me out I would start writing
again, and wish that I was a mannequin once again. The day
finally came when I saw the woman that did this to me, she hadn't
changed much, and I knew my 2 years was up. Today must be my
birthday, I must be 18 today. She took me out of the store after
closing and after I was stripped down to my naked plastic body
once again, and I was put in the back of a truck for another long
ride.
They took me back to the Fictionmania Headquarters and I was
taken again back to the room that I was changed in. She looked me
over and then smiled as she pulled out some type of remote. "Did
you enjoy yourself....Nicole?" She said that to me as she pressed
the button. I fell to the floor and blacked out.
When I awoke I saw her and two other women looking down at me.
They smiled and said, "Good morning dear." As I sat up I felt a
familiar weight on my chest, and my body felt smaller than it did
last time I could move. When I realized that I had curly brown
hair in my face I knew what was going on. I was still female!
I sat up and looked at my body, felt it all over, and it felt
kind of strange. I felt my pussy and my breasts, and my...well
....my feminine body.
"Yep, you are 18 now Lady, and guess what. Since we are
Fictionmania we thought we would let you keep that beautiful body
of yours. You can spend the rest of your life in your new female
body. You've lived 2 years with it hard and plastic, and now you
can experience what it is like to truly be a woman. You are a
woman now, and today is your birthday. It's a new beginning for
you. I hope you like your present Nicole."
I was shocked, but I felt good all over. Somehow I knew that this
was what I really did want all along. I wanted to be a woman, to
be embraced my femininity. Today was my birthday, and after
blowing out my candles and eating a small piece of cake so that I
can keep this delicious figure I had to get onto the computer
here and type my story. I guess we can call it just another
fantasy, just another story where a man gets changed into a
female mannequin, but this time it was more than just a fantasy.
So now I can live the life I always wanted to, because I am no
longer a lady in waiting....
--- End ---
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