Shadedsun

Leading Yume through my house took longer than I had anticipated, but it was fun at least. Every time we came to a new display she would stop me and ask if the story I’d written about it on the site she’d found me through was actually how I’d acquired the mannequin posed in front of her. Often the answer would surprise Yume, as she’d thought I was embellishing for the enjoyment of my readers. When we arrived at the subject of her favourite story, she couldn’t restrain herself from letting out a girlish squeal then running up and embracing the scantily clad Nicole. “I know you’re enjoying this Nicole” Yume stage-whispered into the mannequins ear before planting a kiss on its stiffened lips. “She’s enjoying that very much Yume, and before you ask: Yes, the story I wrote for Nicole is how she became a part of my collection.” “You mean you actually hypnotized her into turning into plastic? And she really thinks that she always was a mannequin?” Yume fondled one of Nicole’s breasts as she asked her questions. “Yes I did, the human brain is capable of some truly remarkable feats, especially when given a bit of help from some of my chemicals. As for thinking she was always a mannequin, I can’t say for sure. It’s what I wanted to make her believe as I changed her, but I haven’t exactly gotten the chance to ask if she still thinks that way.” “Well if she still does or not, her story was hot. When you start describing the process of changing her - starting by mounting her on the support stand - I get wet every time,” turning to her plastic plaything she added, “I’m a little wet right now actually”. “Her transformation was one of the more fascinating to watch, and fun to perform. By the time I placed her on the stand she couldn’t move on her own, so I had to pose her by hand even as her body slowly started changing to plastic. I do sometimes regret mounting her between the legs though: I can’t have her wearing pants and if I want a lingerie mannequin she’s limited to things like you see on her now.” “I’m sure she likes it though, I mean if you’re going to hypnotize and change a twenty year old girl trying to get a start in the modelling business, the least you can do is make sure she enjoys it right?” Yume punctuated this statement by rubbing the area around Nicole’s stand. “I suppose that is fair. Speaking of changing though, I believe you contacted me about more than just viewing my collection.” “I did didn’t I? And I’ve been delaying by asking all these questions, well I guess it’s time to let you have your way with me. From this moment consider me already a part of your collection, and do with me as you please.” After saying that Yume gave Nicole one last kiss and hopped down off the display platform to stand at attention in front of me. “So you’re already part of my collection eh? But I only collect dolls and mannequins - objects, toys - you’re still flesh and blood and are neither.” “I am flesh and blood my owner, but I am no less an object than the rest of your collection, if you wish to correct this flaw though, then your toy will obey.” Only Yume’s lips moved as she said this, her body remaining perfectly still. Smiling a bit, I decided to test Yume’s resolve, “Alright, if you’re one of my toys you should be wearing something from my toy’s wardrobe, get out of those clothes you’re in now while I go find you something more appropriate for a doll”. I watched for a bit as she began stripping, then ducked into a nearby room and rummaged around for a while looking for something to give her to wear. I decided on a pair of frilly somewhat transparent panties and a matching “bra” that covered nothing but served to provide a bit of support - perfect for when I decided to end our little game. I also retrieved a tiny vial of sparkling blue liquid I’d been saving since I got into the hobby of collecting dolls. ...

Michelle couldn’t believe how fast twenty years had gone by. She really only had memories from maybe three-quarters of them, but still. She’d lived an ordinary enough life she supposed, well… as ordinary as life can get when your mother spends most of her time mounted on a stand in her room. These past two years hadn’t really been all that ordinary either: instead of heading off to university or getting a job, Michelle had spent the time ensuring her body was absolutely flawless. Now she turned heads wherever she went no matter how she was dressed, which was good; mannequins are supposed to draw people’s attentions. Michelle pondered her curious lineage and the decision that had led her to where she was. Her father was, in the grand scheme of things, nobody special; he worked as a visual merchandiser for a department store chain. He had average looks, a warm personality, and horrid luck with the opposite sex, this last trait was part of the reason he became infatuated with one of the mannequins he dressed. ...

Last month I had the pleasure of interviewing Tessa Inhyeong, a member of the Living Doll product line made by Loving Toys Inc. For those of you unfamiliar with this line of dolls allow me to give a quick rundown of how they’re made: One of three women; Lin Inhyeong (the founder of the company); Ingrid Docka; Dianne Putula; is impregnated by a male silicone love doll that was, at one point, a living person (Don’t worry folks, the change is voluntary). Once the woman becomes pregnant she goes through an accelerated pregnancy taking only three months and gives birth to – by all appearances – a normal baby girl. ...