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15 Minute Makeover Part 5 - New Manager by Paul G Jutras
Note--This story is based on the original idea by Sandrah Leary
([email protected]). Thanks for the help. It picks up where Disman
left off in story 4.
Cehrina, the owner of the store, Forever Lovely, smiled at the bra form
that used to be her old manager, Jennifer. Cehrina had given Jennifer
an extra week to meet her quota of turning lovely women into mannequins
and avoid being changed into one herself. Unfortunately she didn't make
it. Now she and her new manager, Amy, dusted the armless, headless
figure that was once a human being.
Jennifer learned what all her victims had learned. Even without a head,
she could see everything around her. Despite being cut up she could feel
every part of her with intense pleasure. She thought the dark patterned
hose over her legs and new pumps well defined her lower half; which was
now nothing more than a pantyhose form.
"I'll be touring my other store branches," Cehrina told Amy with a look
that got the manager's attention right away. Especially the tone in her
voice. "Like Jennifer, I warn you that you had better meet the same
quota she was to make, if you don't want to be demoted from manager to
part of our visual merchandising staff."
Cehrina left the store bright and early in the morning. Amy was left to
get the store ready to open at ten. Without a helper of her own, like
she had been for Jennifer, Amy found she had lots of work to do on her
own. The thought of becoming a mannequin herself kept her working hard
to get ready for her first customer.
Jennifer had spent the entire night in a mist of sexual pleasure and
was just settling down from cloud 9 to the reality of feeling the
arousal of not being touched. She was sure she knew what those she had
transformed, like Monica and Leighanne, were thinking--that she was
getting what she deserved for taking away the lives of her victims.
It was Sunday and it only took until 11am for someone to notice the sign
in the window stating that a clerk was wanted and to apply within.
Paula had just graduated business collage and was looking for a full
time job. With her parents dead, she had no family to turn to for help.
That is the biggest reason Amy choose to hire her. If Amy had trouble
making her quota, she could change Paula and nobody would miss her. The
28 year old with long, straight raven hair was tall enough for a full
mannequin and 34C - the perfect chest for a bra form. Her thighs didn't
seem too thick if she was cut and would make a good pantyhose form. Amy
especially liked how her figure was shown off by he pale pink silk
blouse and matching skirt. Cocoa was the perfect color hose to show off
her legs and feet in her modest open toed two inch heels.
Paula started to work right away, unpacking a new shipment of pantyhose
in a variety of different colors from suntan to jet-black. Amy wasn't as
good at guessing cup sizes as Jennifer was, but was sure she could do
the job. She had to, if she didn't want to end up like the previous
manager.
"I don't think I heard of the Forever Lovely brand of hose?" Paula asked
as she looked at the name on the packaging. "Does our boss put it out
herself?"
"Yes." Amy smiled. "We don't sell many though. Seems they're so soft and
comfortable that even those at work find it hard not to want to pleasure
themselves through the material. Not many women want to make love
through their nylons. That's about the only place one can wear them
without going mad with desire to be touched."
"Maybe I should hold off on buying one until I get myself a boyfriend."
Paula smiled as she began to dust Leighanne, who Amy remembered Jennifer
once called Angela to keep her from guessing the store's secret to
making mannequins.
Six o' clock came around and Amy was ready to close for the day. The
store had remained quiet. Paula gathered her purse from her locker and
said goodnight. Paula considered asking Amy if she could fit her in for
a beauty makeover, but she had already had an appointment the following
morning at her usual salon and figured another time.
Then as Amy finished checking the money in the register cash drawer, a
man in a tuxedo came in. Amy looked over with an expression of anger.
She hadn't changed a single woman all day with Paula hanging around her,
and now a man showed up.
"Can I help you?" Amy asked, wanting to get him out fast in case a
lovely woman would show with hopes of a last minute make over. She then
recognized him from a photo she had seen in the trash when she and her
boss was cleaning up after Jennifer's transformation. The groom was
looking for his bride, who had stood him up because she and her
bridesmaid, Amanda, had never left the shop after their makeover.
"Are you Jennifer?" The groom asked. "My bride-to-be had an appointment
here with a woman named Jennifer."
"I'm afraid that Jennifer got demoted for failure of her duty." Amy said
carefully. "I'm the new manager of Forever Lovely." Amy took note how
the tux looked like it had been slept in for several nights. It might
have been lack of sleep, since he ended up trying to track down the
bride.
"I haven't gone to the police yet, but if I don't get some answers, I
will." The groom threatened in a way that made Amy realize that she had
to do something quickly. She wondered if the mints she had would affect
males as well as they did females. She knew that if she didn't want to
go to jail or worse, become part of the collection, she would have to
risk it.
"Have a mint and we'll talk about it." Amy said as the groom reached
into the bowl and took a piece. Amy watched carefully as he popped it
into his mouth. "If you have a picture of your wife-to-be, maybe I can
remember seeing her and help out."
"This picture was taken last summer." the groom said as he pulled out a
photo his friends had taken of the two of them. He was standing beside a
two seater car in a pair of blue shorts with white racing stripes down
the side. She was dressed in a blue bikini as she laid stretched across
the hood in a sexy pose. "Do you know her?"
"She didn't come in while I was on duty." Amy honestly said. She knew
like the groom, that the bride must have come in after hours when
Jennifer was still the manager of the place. A smile spread across her
face as she stared at his nipples. They had swollen to the point that
they were stretching the very fabric of his tuxedo. She had to hold back
her giggle as his nipples went erect while he scratched at itch on his
chest. As he scratched, the movement of his fingers slowed down.
"It's working better than I could have hoped," Amy thought as his blonde
hair flowed down about his shoulders with a look of silky softness. His
eyelashes grew longer with seemingly every blink and he didn't even
notice that his body was taking of a more hourglass form inside of the
tux.
When the groom's movement stopped, Amy walked over to the stiff
creation. "Well, honey. Welcome to the other side of the coin. Don't
worry about missing your bride, you'll be modeling for us together.
Forever. Don't worry... the process won't kill you. Though I'm sure
you'll wish it would."
While the groom yelled in silent anger, Amy began circling her work
while removing his bow tie and sliding his jacket off his shoulders. The
groom felt Amy cup her hand underneath his hardened tits and size her up
for a bra size. The groom then felt himself being lifted and carried
into the back room, away from anyone who might pass the front door to
see.
"This can't be happening!" the groom screamed inside his now beautiful
head. "Stuff like this only happen in movies and fictional books. Now
I'm almost as light as a finger and so very stiff." He felt Amy reach
into her pocket, pull out his wallet and riffled through his ID's.
"Good thing for me, tomorrow is trash day." Amy said as she shredded his
driving license and other identification. She then tossed the empty
wallet into the dumpster in the back alley. She then walked over with a
smile at the groom, who had his pants removed and soon stood naked and
showing off all his sexless beauty.
"Guess now I can finally explain." Amy said as she blew into the groom's
ear. This sent an electrical charge of pleasure through his new form. "I
got to be the new manager when the former manager, Jennifer, failed the
boss and became a mannequin like you are now. From the outside this is a
great place to work. If I don't meet my quota of transformations I'll
end up just like Jennifer. I don't plan on letting that happen. That is
why I'm so glad the mint I gave you allowed you to help me out so well.
My quota is two whole mannequins- two torso forms and one pantyhose
form. You're my first whole mannequin. Consider yourself lucky."
"You're crazy." the groom tried to shout angrily. Amy couldn't hear him.
He only watched as she took a razor to him and removed his new beautiful
hair until he was completely bald. She then selected a wig that looked
identical to his own new head of hair. "You won't get away with this
any more than Jennifer had. Everyone pays for their crimes," he thought.
The Next Day
"Nice to meet you, Meg," Amy said as Meg found that the salon's hair
removal process was less painful than waxing. Meg began to wonder why
not all salons used such wonderfully painless cream. "You do have quite
a lovely body. I bet you've got a lot of boyfriends."
"Not really." Meg sighed. "I just moved to town. "All my family is on
the other side of the family and hard to keep in touch with since I
started looking for a job."
"You're unemployed?" Amy asked.
"I graduated from college a couple months ago and haven't found real
work yet." Meg said as Amy put a special polish on her fingers and nails
that made it seem to take on the same tone as the rest of her skin.
"Lets pick you out something special," Amy said as she went over to the
clothes racks and picked out a maroon turtleneck, yellow sweater and
black leather belt and matching high heeled boots. The nylons she was
given from the store's brand line tingled her crotch and made her feel
sexually aroused that made walking as hard as the height of heels on her
boots.
"I'm feeling a bit stiff," Meg said as she walked around stiffly and
wondered why her ankle didn't bend and collapse on her. Since the make
over was free, she tried to make it to the door. Each step was slower
and slower. She didn't even get tofind out the door was locked when her
legs stopped moving. "What's going on?" she asked nervously.
"You'll see," Amy said as she pulled a full length mirror on wheels in
front of Meg. She pulled her sweater off and Meg saw that her bra was
dissolving into her skin. Her nipples looked like smooth orbs of a
mannequin's. When her skirt was pulled off, she noticed the hose had
also penetrated her skin. It fused her toes together and left her crotch
smooth and sexless.
"What... is...this...?" Meg asked with her last power of speech.
"You're my new full mannequin." Amy said as she ran her hand down Meg's
leg, which now felt like hard plastic instead of nylon. Meg could only
look at her own image in the mirror as Amy went and got herself a
mannequin stand. She posed and slid the pole up her butt. She never felt
more degraded or wonderful at the same time.
Before she could get the tools to properly cut Meg up, Amy heard a knock
on the door. She looked to see Paula stand outside trying to get in. A
smile formed on her face as Amy walked over and unlocked it. "What are
you doing back here?"
"My house keys must have fallen out of my purse." Paula said as she
walked in and saw Meg on the pole. She recognized her at once from math
class. "What's going on here?" Paula asked. "Meg said she was looking
for a job. She couldn't have modeled for a mannequin."
"That's right." Amy said as she took a needle and stuck it into Paula's
arm. "I'm sorry sugar, but its better you than me."
"Same formula as the mints, clothes and skin therapy," Amy smiled as
Paula was already feeling ultimate pleasure with Amy's every touch. "You
should already be enjoying your new form. Since you like the look of the
hose so much I'll allow you to be a pantyhose form. Don't worry about
your upper half. We can also use another bra form. Your arms would be
good for modeling gloves and maybe after I shave your head and put a wig
on it, you'll be good for our make up ads."
With that Amy removed Paula's clothes and proceeded to cut her up into
parts. After she was bisected she was positioned where she could see Amy
slide the hoseup her legs and rub them over her nylon covered crotch.
She realized that Amy was right. The Forever Lovely hose tickled her
sexless crotch, legs and feet in ways no pantyhose or even a man's touch
had ever done to her.
She then felt the tight feel of a bra being put on her upper half before
Amy took a razor to her head and put a wig over the bald dome. "You will
sell make up well. Unlike Jennifer, I don't plan to wait for my
mannequins come to me. Not when I keep records of those who buy my make
up and pantyhose."
Another week later
It was Sunday after work. Amy was getting ready to close the shop after
she finished dusting the mannequins and giving them the pleasure that
they desired. It was especially special for Paula with her parts in so
many locations. She knew that even when the pleasure stopped that Amy
would soon be dusting another part of her and bring more waves of
pleasure.
From the rain outside a woman came in wearing a white blouse. Her work
name tag over her heart read Linda. The black slacks allowed Amy to
size up her hips quite well. Her petite feet clopped in small steps in
her pumps.
"Thanks for letting me in." Linda said as Amy offered her the use of the
salon since they couldn't leave at this time. With a grateful smile, she
kicked off her pumps and wiggled her bare toes, each painted a grape
like color.
"Mint?" Amy offered.
"Thanks." Linda said as she took one and sat down to get her wet hair
dried and done. After her hard day as a low paid cashier, she was glad
to feel the pampering she was now getting. Amy made her face and hair
extra pretty since it would be the last time she'd be seeing them in the
mirror.
"You sure have a lot of mannequins for a salon." Linda said as she made
conversation.
"Making and selling mannequins is a side line we have here." Amy
explained as she swung Linda around in the chair so she could see
herself in the mirror. Lindanotice at once how pale her skin seemed and
wondered if Amy had over did the make up powder. "You'll be a wonderful
one."
"What?" Linda tried to look shocked but her facial muscles were already
starting to harden. She would soon lose the ability to talk as well as
move on her own. She was helped out of the chair and couldn't stop Amy
from posing her.
Linda watched in horror as she was stripped of her clothes and her name
tag destroyed along with all evidence that she was ever in the salon.
She wanted to cry as she sliced into a 3/4 form wearing a one piece
bathing suit on display. The parts that weren't used were then put into
storage.
"Now just one more 3/4 torso and I'm done with Jennifer's quota," Amy
thought as she wondered if she would then be given a new one of her own.
THE END FOR NOW...
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