From Candace to CandyChapter 7
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How Lucky Can You Get?
By PFL
Janey's hand was shaking as she rang the bell. She double checked the
address on the paper with the number over the door. Just then the door
opened and she was greeted by a handsome middle aged man with a kind
smile.
"May I help you, miss?" he asked.
"I'm here in answer to your ad. The one for models?" said Janey, making
it more of a question than a reply.
"Ah yes. Come in, Come in! I'm Benjamin Hunter." He stepped aside so she
could enter. "I'm very pleased to meet you, my dear. And your name is?"
"Janey; Janey Summers. You'll have to excuse me if I seem a little bit
nervous, Mr. Hunter. It's just that I really need this job. I've been
all over the entire city looking for work since coming here a month ago
and haven't had a nibble. If I don't find work soon I'll have to move
back home. And home is the last place I want to go," she lamented.
"Why is that? Don't want your family to think you failed in the big
city??"
"No, that's not it at all. I've got no family left back there, and
besides, there's nothing but a bunch of hicks left back there anyway."
She clearly did not want to rejoin them after escaping that humdrum
life. "Getting back to the job. It said in the advert you were looking
for models - for sculptures?"
"Yes I am. But not just any sculptures, my dear. You see, I make
mannequins. Exquisitely realistic and beautiful mannequins that I
promote to upscale stores only, though I do sell to a very select group
of private collectors as well. I have a discovered unique way of making
my mannequins that is very efficient," he explained. Looking her up and
down for a few moments, he continued. "In fact, you have the kind of
fresh look and appearance that I think would work very well for me. Does
this sound like something you would be interested in?" Benjamin summed
up.
"Well I really don't know..." she replied, suddenly hesitant. "Like I
said, I really do need the money, and if you think I'm the right type of
model that's a plus. Tell me, how much does this sort of work pay and
what does it involve? I've done some modeling for artists in the past,
but not for a mannequin artist."
"You're in luck Janey. It just so happens I am in the process of working
on one now and you can see how it's done," he said with a smile on his
face, as he took her hand and led her through a door at the far side of
the small office.
She couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into the huge studio lit
by overhead skylights. The walls were lined with tall mirrors all the
way around the room and high windows above them. Spaced at regular
intervals along the walls were several beautiful mannequins dressed in
the latest fashions. Each was perched on a little pedestal that revolved
ever so slowly to allow a viewer to see all sides of them. Walking up to
the first one she came to, the girl stared deep into its eyes.
"Remarkable," she whispered. "It's so lifelike and very pretty. Can you
make me look that good?"
"I'm sure of it," Ben replied. "Come, let me introduce you to Holly.
She's the girl modeling for me now in the molding room," he suggested,
leading her around a corner into another section of the studio where he
stopped and waved his hand in a grand gesture. "My latest masterpiece!"
he exclaimed with a flourish.
Janey didn't quite know what to make of what she saw. There in the
center of the room was a round cylinder about five feet high and about
three feet in diameter. It looked to be filled with some kind of white
rubbery looking paste. The strangest thing though, was there seemed to
be a young woman's head sticking out of the top of it.
"This is Holly," said Benjamin by way of introduction.
Holly smiled at Janey. She looked pert and had distinctive blue-green
eyes that were very striking. "Hi," she said. "Must look pretty weird,
huh? I know it does, because I can see myself in that full-length mirror
over there."
"It's different; that's for sure," Janey agreed.
"This is the key to my molding process Janey," Ben explained. "It is my
own invention, which allows me to make a precise mold of the model's
body which can be used over and over to create carbon-copes. First I do
their body; the face comes after because the details are more delicate.
The substance you see in the cylinder is a special liquid plastic which
takes about three to four hours to set and harden into a perfect image
of the model. After the duplicate is cast, the figure is painted and
makeup applied. Each one is unique in her own special way; you have
already seen the results in the showroom. Aren't they flawless?" He
smiled at her warmly. "I am prepared to pay you five thousand dollars
for one day's work. If you are agreeable, we can create your mold
tomorrow. By then, I should have the Holly mannequin completed for you
to see before we do you... I m-mean your figure," said Benjamin.
It seems like easy money to her. "I'll do it!" said Janey with a bright
smile. This should put an end of my money problems for now anyway, she
said to herself.
"Tomorrow morning at nine, then, my dear. It will be great fun and I'm
sure you'll find it very exciting for you Janey. You'll enjoy the
result, I'm sure," said Benjamin.
"Yeah, Janey. See you then!" Holly chimed in from within the tank.
{Nine A.M. the next morning}
"Good morning! Good morning!" beamed Benjamin as he answered the door.
"Come right on in, Janey. I can't wait for you to see Holly's completed
figure."
Janey followed him back to the molding room where standing on a low
pedestal in the corner was Holly. Or rather Holly's mannequin, that is.
The figure was incredibly detailed and almost looked alive. She was
fully dressed in a silky maroon dress, with a full skirt and white lace
collar along with flesh colored hose and matching maroon pumps with
three inch heels that matched her dress. The brown wig was styled to
shoulder length and highlighted, which really brought out her blue-green
eyes thought Janey. She looked deep into Holly's eyes and couldn't
believe how real they looked for being made of plastic. Or were they
glass. She really couldn't tell. Benjamin had replicated their color
perfectly. Her face had been made up with dark olive eyeshadow, rouged
cheeks, and a lipstick that looked wet.
"She's gorgeous!" said Janey. "How did you get her done so fast?"
"You'll find out today, my dear. The process is very efficient. Now,
it's time to get you started. I need for you to undress completely while
I prepare the cylinder. You can go behind that curtain, if you wish."
Janey did as she was told. In a way it felt odd to be nude in front of a
total stranger, but for artists it was different. Grabbing the robe she
found on a hook on the wall and wrapping it around her trim body, she
soon came back around the curtain. Benjamin was standing beside the now
empty cylinder with a grin on his face. As she walked up, he undid some
latches on the cylinder and opened the whole side of it like a door.
"You need to put these on," he said as he handed her a pair of clear
plastic high heels with four inch heels on them. "They are a size six.
Is that about right for you?" he asked.
"Yes that's perfect," said Janey as she slipped them on. They sort of
cradled her feet while leaving her toes open.
"Now, I need you to step into the cylinder and stand in the middle of
it." She did as she was told, feeling a little bit like one of those go-
go girls from an old TV show. "Now I'm going to pose you first, because
once the fluid begins to fill the cylinder, I will need you to remain
perfectly still in that position. Okay Janey?"
"Okay!" she said, courageously. She was a little scared and a quite
nervous, but tried not to let it show in her voice. He spread her feet
apart a little, put one hand out to her side a little, spread her
fingers, placed her other hand out in front of her as if she were
carrying a purse in it, and twisted her torso just a little bit to the
right. He was very gentle and soon she was posed exactly the way he
wanted.
"You look superb! Now stand still, honey, while I start the flow," he
said as he closed and latched the door to the cylinder, sealing Janey
inside. Benjamin then produced a sheer bolt of cloth about five feet
long and three feet wide which hung from a bar about three feet long.
The bar had a bend in it to allow it to go around the back of Janey's
head as he attached it to both sides of the cylinder letting the cloth
drape down against her backside. "That will keep the two halves of the
mold separate to allow me to get them apart," stated Benjamin.
Janey then noticed the fluid flowing in from a hose at the top of the
cylinder. It had a thick pasty consistency, and was a warm soothing
temperature. It caressed her legs as it climbed higher on her body.
Benjamin just smiled at her as she remained as still as she could. This
one was doing an excellent job.
"It will get easier to hold your pose as the molding compound hardens,"
he said. "There is one thing I have to tell you, though. The fluid
contains a depilatory which will dissolve the hair off your body. That
will give me the desired look I need and will spare you any pain when it
comes time to separate the mold halves later. You're doing fine. Now
just relax and I'll be back." With that, he left her alone in the room.
This feels pretty weird, she thought to herself, as the fluid reached
her belly button. It's kind of tingly like it's soaking into my skin or
something. Oh well, no sense worrying for nothing. Ben knows what he's
doing.
Benjamin came back about ten minutes later and shut the flow off just as
the fluid was reaching up to Janey's chin.
"I was getting a little worried," she said, not so bravely. "If the
fluid got much higher it would have suffocated me."
"Don't worry yourself, Janey. I would never let that happen. I have
performed this process on many models before," said Benjamin. Now is a
critical time to keep holding your pose, so concentrate your thoughts on
that. I will be back in about three hours. Now don't go anywhere!" he
summed up with a wry grin.
Yeah right, thought Janey, trying valiantly to remain still.. She
eventually dozed off and was awakened by movement in the room. Ben had
returned.
"Okay Janey. It's time to open the mold!" he said excitedly. He undid
the latches and gingerly opened the cylinder in two halves, making sure
the compound wasn't sticking. Taking a long flat aluminum bar in his
hands he pried the two halves of the mold apart; they made this weird
sucking sound as they came free of her body, carrying a reverse
impression of her every curve and detail. Ben carefully slid them aside,
making sure they did not tip over. Janey shivered a little as the first
cool air hit her naked body.
"Perfect!" he said as he looked at her carefully. "Here let me show
you," he said, turning away for a moment.
Janey tried to turn to look in his direction, when she realized she
couldn't move her body. At all. She tried with all her might but could
only shift her head back and forth a little; even her neck felt stiff
somehow.
"I can't move!" she cried, a note of fear rising in her voice. "What's
wrong? Benjamin, help! What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong at all, my dear," he said calmly. "You've come out
beautifully," he continued as he wheeled a tall mirror over in front of
her. "Take a look at yourself!"
Janey's heart leapt up into her throat as she looked into the mirror,
seeing the changes it revealed. Her eyes scanned up and down the length
of now her shiny body, which was perfectly smooth without a hair of
blemish anywhere on it. Her nipples had become the same flesh tone as
the rest of her body and they seemed to be flatter. Her navel had been
turned into just a slight dimple in her otherwise featureless abdomen.
"What the hell have you done to me?" she screamed, not very loudly
because her chest could not expand much.
"Now calm down Janey," he said in the same soothing tone of voice.
"You're going to be just fine. Your body is made of living plastic now;
soon the rest of you will be changed. The chemicals in the fluid have
transformed your skin into plastic. Next, I will pump the same fluid
into you intravenously to transform your insides leaving your lovely
face for last. Don't worry though. You are not going to die; you will be
able to see, feel, and hear everything when I am done transforming you
into a mannequin. You'll be forever dazzling and gorgeous just like
Holly is over there." He talked as if it was the most normal thing in
the world as he patted her smooth, rigid curves.
Janey could see Holly out of the corner of her eye. She's been watching
me all day, getting duped like she was, Janey thought, I'm sure she has
enjoyed every minute of it. Watching me turn into a plastic statue.
Summoning her resolve, she took another deep breath. "You're crazy,
Benjamin! You can't just do this to people!" she cried.
"Oh yes, I can," said Benjamin levelly. "And I just have done it once
more. All you have to do is just look at yourself. Lovely and timeless
beauty. I do not understand why you are so upset. There is nothing to
fear, Janey. No more worries. You're going to be well cared for, now and
you won't ever have to worry about so many things anymore."
"Noooo...." she whimpered.
Benjamin wrapped the same robe around Janey which she had worn before he
began posing her. Back when she was a living, moving person. "This will
keep you nicely warm while I prepare for the next stage of your
transformation," He tied the sash loosely, knowing her new plastic body
was not completely hardened yet. "I want you to be very comfortable and
enjoy this process, Janey. You have no idea how lucky you are, really.
You will now be beautiful forever!" beamed Benjamin.
"I don't want to be a mannequin!" Janey pleaded. "You have to change me
back! Oh, please. I thought you were going to just be making a mold of
me for making plastic copies, not turning me into plastic instead! I
never agreed to this... Change me back!" Janey was crying now and
becoming horrified at her predicament.
"I'm afraid it's not possible to change you back, even if I wanted to.
Left at this stage, you'll die within a matter of days. I must stop your
biological functions with my formula in order to preserve your mind.
Then you'll be perfect, my dear, a timeless beauty. In time you will
grow to love the attention and pampering you get as a display figure.
No! You will be a work of art! You will find a home in one of the
collections, where you will be dressed and cared for as a priceless
sculpture would. In a way, I envy you, Janey."
"Please, no," was all she had the energy to say. This situation's
hopeless! I'm gonna be a statue no matter what I say... She thought.
Ben came up to face her and said seriously. "Let me explain what steps I
will be doing next, then I'll give you a choice. If you keep promise to
be quiet and keep your head still, I will let you communicate with me up
until the very final step of the process. If not I will immobilize your
face now, so I can control your expression. What will it be?"
There was nothing she could do. "I'll keep still. Really. Please don't
immobilize me yet," pleaded Janey. "If you've got to do this, let me
stay as human as possible for as long as possible," She figured she
could maybe buy herself some time. Who knows, she thought. Maybe someone
will show up and catch him in the act and get me out of this? She had
not grasped that she could never go back to the way she had been, only
forward into a future as an object of art.
Just then Benjamin came around in front of her with a set of electric
hair clippers and began cutting off all her scalp hair. He beautiful
cinnamon locks. Though she wanted to cry again, Janey held her head as
still as she could. When he was done shearing, he left her line of sight
for a moment, returning with a spray bottle filled with a milky white
liquid. "Since you have agreed to cooperate with me, I will transform
your head next and then do the inside of your body. This liquid contains
the same chemicals which were in the molding paste," he said as he began
spraying her bald head with it. "It is a more concentrated formula and
so will work much quicker than the paste."
"Wait! Stop a minute!" cried Janey. "How will I talk to you when the
skin on my face and head is turned to plastic?"
"Your skin will remain slightly pliable and you will have limited
mobility of your mouth and lips, up until the end. Please, no more
interruptions; I must continue." He finished spraying Janey's head, all
over, coating the places the mold had not reached. He even sprayed a
volume of the fluid directly into her eyes, but Janey discovered after a
few blinks that it didn't bother them any more than plain water would
have, except it had a distinct odor of plastic to it. The sensation was
unusual to say the least as the chemical took effect.
Benjamin moved the full length mirror closer to her face so she could
see what was happening. Janey saw the skin on her face becoming more
even in color as the seconds passed and could feel it tightening a
little; becoming hard. Her eyes soon fixed in position and gazing into
the mirror she could see as the razor stubble on her head dissolve away,
along with her eyebrows. She felt numbness as her cheeks started to turn
shiny and stiff. Within a few minutes her entire head, including her
lips, were a perfect shiny flesh tone plastic.
Oh my god! Thought Janey. It's really happening! Look at me! No one will
ever be able to tell I'm alive in here! I'm never going to get out of
this! She had to struggle to move her mouth, but she managed to slowly
say, "I can't believe... what you've done ...to me. ...I look so
...fake." As she continued to stare at herself Janey was strangely
becoming more and more entranced by what she looked like, excited even.
She was completely bald. She looked just like all the other perfect
still mannequins that Benjamin had in his studio. Every detail of her
old self was there. They were just smoothed out and evenly colored;
idealized. She just couldn't believe the figure in the mirror was really
herself.
She really did have the right body for this, he thought, as he finished
on her head. She was very lean and shapely with just the right size
breasts for a display model.
Benjamin broke her rapt concentration when he came into her view with an
I.V. stand and some other medical-looking equipment. He held up a bag
containing more of the white liquid so her rigid eyes could see it. "The
chemicals in this bag will transform the insides of your body into a
lightweight plastic. They will not, however, harm your nervous system
nor brain activity. The oxygen your brain needs to stay alive will soon
be absorbed through microscopic pores in your skin. This won't hurt a
bit!" With these words, he inserted the needle deep into her arm and
started the flow of the fluid. Slowly it crept through the tubing and
into her motionless figure. "This step will take a while, but once the
bag is empty you will begin to feel the transformation inside. I have
had some models tell me with their last words that it is a very erotic
feeling, and is very exciting and enjoyable."
"How?" she whispered, but he had no answer for his new mannequin.
Janey's mind began to wander as she watched the reflection of the bag
emptying. Just as Benjamin had said, she began to feel a trembling
inside her, then looked at the bag hanging beside her and saw the last
of the liquid running down into the tube. Something odd was happening.
She could feel the trembling coming on stronger now. It was beginning to
feel almost like an orgasm, though she could not move an inch. The
thought of what was occurring to her flashed through her mind just
before an enormous orgasm shot through her entire body. At that moment
she felt herself become rigid and solid, and that feeling did not go
away. The feeling of tenseness, hardness, started way down deep in her
abdomen, spreading slowly outward and upward through her torso, arms and
legs, ending with a tingling sensation at her fingertips and toes. This
faded away into nothingness, leaving her feeling stiff and rigid. Janey
tried to speak and found she couldn't move her mouth or tongue at all.
She tried to move her head, to no effect. She strained every muscle.
Nothing. She could feel herself trying to move, but when she looked in
the mirror she was perfectly motionless on the outside. She wondered if
she even had muscles, or whether she was imagining them. Either way,
she was totally immobilized.
He's done it, she said to herself. He's really done it. I'm a...a
mannequin! Nobody can know there's someone's consciousness in here! Look
at me! Plastic. I can't even tell I was once alive and I'm looking right
at myself! The more she thought about it, the more she seemed to be
turning herself on. Was it the permanence of it? The helplessness? This
is reality, now, she thought. I'm going to be exactly like this from now
on. For the first time, it seemed like eternal beauty wasn't such a bad
thing after all.
"Well Janey, how did you like that? And how do you like your new look?"
It was Benjamin. He had his face about a foot in front of her static
visage and he was grinning from ear to ear. "I think you're utterly
ravishing. But we're not done yet! This," he said, holding up a small
jar of something colored flesh tone, "is to smooth out your vaginal
area." He took some of the paste and Janey watched as he smoothed over
her crotch. It sent waves of ecstasy through her. He then used some
paste to fill in her navel a little bit. "There, that's better," he
said. Next he produced a metal socket which he inserted in her rectum,
using more of the flesh tone goo as cement. "That will be used to affix
you to your stand. It's just about time for makeup, a wig, and some
clothes; then I can put you on display in the studio."
Again Janey could only watch and marvel as he skillfully painted her
face. He did her cheeks with a faint hint of rose, her eye shadow with a
smoky gray and violet. Her lips he colored with a deep red gloss.
Carefully, he painted new eyebrow hairs onto the canvas that was her
face. She thought she now looked very exotic and artificial. Especially
after he sprayed her bald head with spirit gum and placed a jet black
wig on her head. The straight plastic-looking hair reached past her
shoulders and flipped up at the tips. She thought it was much more
beautiful than her old short mousy brown hair had been. Next, he removed
the robe from around her shoulders and gently laid her hardened body
prone on a table nearby. That feeling of utter stiffness when he moves
me is very alien indeed, she thought. At least I'm not cold anymore!
The erotic feelings she experienced when he slipped the yellow satin
panties up her slim smooth legs and pulled them tightly into her crotch
were nothing short of fantastic, but she climaxed explosively when she
felt the slippery nylon of the flesh colored sheer pantyhose sliding up
her legs. I wonder if he knows what this is doing to me.
"I believe in having my mannequins be properly dressed," said Benjamin.
He placed a pair of yellow pumps with four inch heels on her feet, which
gave her the feeling of standing on tip-toe. She worried about being
able to balance before he lifted her up and placed her on a stand, atop
a metal pole. There was a hole in her underwear and pantyhose for the
shaft of the stand to go through. He adjusted the height until she felt
her feet barely touching the ground. He continued dressing her by
placing a very lacy and shiny yellow satin bra around her torso and
adjusting it on her firm breasts. She felt another shiver go through her
body as the fabric brushed across her nipples. After adding a single
strand of pearls around her neck, Ben turned her toward the mirror
again.
Janey was dumbfounded by what she saw. Her transformed appearance looked
just like a mannequin in a lingerie store! Next, he completed her
undergarments with a very sheer and silky matching yellow slip with lace
at the short hem. She relished the feelings as its coolness floated down
around her motionless form.
Then finally, the dress. Benjamin placed it over her head and going
around behind her, zipped it up. It seemed to fit her plastic body
perfectly. As he straightened the neckline, he whispered in her ear.
"You are very beautiful, Janey. And from this day forward you will be
always," As the motionless girl looked into the mirror at her new self
she couldn't help but agree. I'm stunning! The dress was gorgeous; it
had a tight satin bodice flowering into a full knee length skirt made of
flowing taffeta. She began to feel good about what had happened to her
as Benjamin carried her competed figure out into the studio and placed
her on her very own pedestal. She could glimpse her reflection,
sometimes see all of herself in the many mirrors around the large room
as the platform begin to revolve ever so slowly.
He left momentarily and returned shortly with the mannequin that was
Holly, placing her on the pedestal next to Janey's. "I think you two
ladies should be displayed close to each other for now," said Benjamin
in a fatherly way. "My two newest masterpieces..." Just then, Janey
heard a doorbell.
A few minutes later she saw Benjamin come back into the studio
accompanied by a very attractive young lady. She was tall, and thin, and
had very lovely eyes; she had 'the look.' The girl walked right up to
Janey's motionless, plasticized face and looked right into her blankly
gazing eyes.
"Amazing," she whispered. "They all look so real; it's almost spooky!
How DO you do it?"
"Come my dear, and I'll show you the molding room," said Benjamin.
It looks like I'm going to have another companion real soon, Janey
thought as she stared at the new girl. When it happens to you, don't
cry; it's not so bad after all...
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