Mannequin Hair, part 6 of 6

As they approached the lobby, Paul stopped and as Sara stopped and turned to face him said, “No more sneaking into the hotel. But I’m not walking into the lobby with the socialite here either.” He touched her face and said, “Sara.”

Sara could feel something happen and said, “Did you just change my face?” As she said it she could tell it was true because her voice sounded like her own.

“Yes, my dear. Let’s check you into our room. Oh, I almost forgot. Hold your arm out.” As she did he touched her shoulders and said, “Baggage.” A shoulder bag and small travel valise appeared. He took the shoulder bag from her and then took the valise. “Let’s go.”

As they entered the lobby of the hotel and a bell hop rushed forward to take the valise. “I can take that bag if you like,” he said.

“Thanks,” Paul said removing the strap from his shoulder and handing the bag to the bellhop. “You can take them to room 702. We’ll be along in a moment.” He walked to the desk as the bellhop headed for the elevator.

“Mr. Schofeld,” the desk clerk said. “What can I do for you and…?”

“Mrs. Schofeld just flew in to meet me and I would like a second key to the room.”

“Not a problem. You are in suite 702, correct?”

“Yes.”

The clerk handed a keycard to Sara, “Here’s your room key, Mrs. Schofeld.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” the clerk called to them as they turned to leave. He ducked behind the counter and stood up with a flat package. “Mr. Schofeld, you have a package from Franklin Printing.”

“Oh, yes,” Paul said taking the flat package. “Thanks.”

They rode the elevator up with the bellhop. At the door, Sara handed the bellhop her keycard and he opened the door. “It works,” he said as he held the door for Paul and Sara. “Do you want me to put these in the bedroom?”

“No, just leave them there,” Paul replied handing the bellhop a twenty dollar bill.

“Thank you, Mr. Schofeld,” he said as he exited.

“What’s in the package?” Sara asked.

“Let’s play with that later.”

“I can’t get over the fact you can modify the running program,” Sara said as they were finally alone again. She sat down on the sofa.

“You still haven’t explained why you enjoy doing this?” He asked removing his tie and sitting down next to her.

“Doing what?”

“Being a robot or a hooker,” Paul explained animatedly. “You spent the morning basically in a coma waiting for me to come back to the hotel. Yesterday, you spent time taking pictures of mannequins so that your husband could turn you into other people. Hot as it is, it’s also weird.”

“I like making you happy, Paul,” she said touching him gently. As he narrowed his gaze, she continued, “And it turns me on, too. You played along with the alternate personalities too. You treated the hooker like a whore. You were detached from the robot. And when you took control of switching the personalities in and out earlier, that made the game even hotter. Sure the hooker doesn’t care if you call her a whore but if I let it bother me I’d break the scene.”

“So forcing you back into yourself made it better?”

“Oh, definitely,” Sara explained. “But part of it was that I could not control the change in personality. Not having control is thrilling.” She was looking at the remote.

“You want to lose control right now, don’t you?” He asked. He did not pick up the remote.

“Surprise me.”

He reached out and touched her breasts and waited.

“Are you expecting something?”

“I just wanted to see if you would swat my hand away.”

“Well this does feel nice, but I was serious surprise me.”

“Okay,” he said with a dramatic pause then said “Freeze.”

“That’s all you got,” she thought. He took out his phone and started tapping some buttons.

Sara felt her clothes disappear. One moment she was dressed up the next she was wearing nothing at all.

He put down the phone and removed his own clothes. He grasped her breasts and said, “Cocksucker.”

Sara’s felt her mind stepping aside for a new personality but it was not the socialite. The feeling of her mind no longer being her own was one she could not contemplate at the moment as her mind was drained of all thoughts but one. Suck cock. Her entire reason for existence was to lick and suck on cock. The idea that she could smell his cock tantalizingly close but out of reach she could comprehend but with only one thought in her head, her mind was able to devote all its power to that thought. He waved his wonderful cock in her face. She wanted to reach out and grab it and rub in on her face. The scent was divine. She wanted her hands to feel the folds of skin and she stroked it. Her mouth watered in anticipation of the wondrous flavor of flesh, the incredibly soft, yet firm texture of a cock. She wanted the sticky fluid on her tongue, on her face, on her hands, in her hair. She wanted the warm burst of cum in her mouth, coating her throat or on her face where she could lick it off at her leisure. There was so much she could be doing with that beautiful cock in front of her, why can’t I move? She silently moaned.

His incredible cock floated near her face and she resolved to just enjoy seeing. Seeing cock was good if she could not do more. He teased her so badly. He was touching her. Why would he do that if not to put his delicious cock in her mouth? If he must touch me he can do it after his divine cock is slicked with my spit on the tip and the head and covering every luscious slope and curve of his shaft. She watched his cock floating in front of her looking for soft spots on the skin where she knew it would feel better against her tongue. Suddenly, his cock was on her immobile lip and that little touch was heavenly. She could feel his lovely cock and it made her want it more. The scent drove her wild. He said something and suddenly she could move.

Her mouth flew open and sucked his sensuous cock inside without guidance from her hands. She sucked up and down his erect cock from stem to tip and back again and again, relishing the flavor of his cock on her tongue. With her tongue she felt every curve and fold on the surface of his cock. She instinctively mapped this folds and stretches of skin to how he reacted when she touched them. Her tongue touched and pressed and slipped and slid along the surface of his cock like it had eyes, zeroing in on his pleasure points, causing blood to engorge his cock. As his cock grew longer and firmer her mouth stretched exquisitely to keep up with the changing surface conditions and their delightful tastes.

After a moment the first pre-ejaculate fluid slipped from the tip of his cock onto her hopeful tongue. Taste buds exploded with pleasure and her whole body stiffened and locked in place for just an instant as she shivered from head to toe. Then she redoubled her efforts to suck his cock dry.

Each suck included an ambrosia-like taste of his cum and she was in heaven. She wanted to force him to orgasm immediately but she also wanted to go slowly and savor each moment. This was as complex a decision as her one-track mind could handle and she decided to slow down, loosening the tension in her lips to reduce the intensity of the pleasure going to his cock.

She looked up to see him looking down at her. She lifted her head, her mouth coming to the tip of his cock. She smiled with her eyes as her tongue looped around the head of his cock. A dribble of pre-cum appeared on his cock and she rubbed it on her cheek. She wiped it away with a finger and sucked her finger while her other hand stroked his cock several times. She put his cock in her lips and pushed her face forward until her nose reached his crotch, her eyes never leaving his. She closed her eyes and sucked for a moment. His cock in her throat did not bother her. She did not care why.

Enough going slow, she thought and got her hands involved. She concentrated on running her lips up and down the top of his cock while her hands rubbed the lower part, her thumb pressing into the base of his cock near his balls. She could feel him start to squirm. He was close and she redoubled her efforts. More cum entered her mouth and she prepared for the mother lode by sucking harder.

Cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it down as fast as she could, milking his cock for all it was worth. She massaged his balls his her hands and she again took him in deep and sucked him hard. She looked up at him and slid her mouth off his cock.

Like a snap, the singlemindedness disappeared and Sara was herself again. She looked down at his flagging cock and realized it was less heavenly to look at now. “Oh, wow,” she muttered. “That was fucking mental. It was like I was the high priestess of cock. I can't believe my throat isn't sore.” As her hand was still holding his balls, she gave them a gentle squeeze.

“That was part of the alteration,” Paul explained. “In addition to having a one-track mind devoted to cock sucking, you also had the anatomy to make that devotion painless.”

“And you programmed that while I was frozen?”

“Yep.”

“Why would you turn that version of me off?”

“Because I can't make getting head for hours at a time painless for me,” Paul laughed. “You'd probably start going to door to door looking for new cocks to suck. To prevent that, after you make the cock cum, once you take it out of your mouth, the cock sucker persona ends.”

“The cock? The persona will suck any cock?” she asked.

“Well, sure, is that a problem?” he asked.

She just smiled. She looked over at the table and changed the subject, “So what is in the package?”

“Go open it while I recover here.”

She smiled at him as she got up and retrieved the package. It was an overnight delivery envelope so she pulled the strip of cardboard to open it and saw a book inside. The title was “FEMBOT X27B Owner's Instruction Manual.” She looked at Paul as she took the book out, “What is this?”

“You said you got the name for your robot from a website. Well, the website had this on it.”

She was flipping through the pages. “Look at this, the robot can service four humans sexually at once.”

“I need a break,” Paul said. “I’m no teenager any more. Six or seven blowjobs in a couple days is all I can stand.”

“Poor, baby,” Sara cooed. “So what shall we do instead? I’m still in an experimenting mood. Maybe the robot can do something about it.”

“Actually,” Paul said reaching for the remote. “I took the liberty of replacing channel one with something less sexual and far more appealing than a blind date. Not sure what you’ll think.”

“Is it better than standing around in stand-by mode?”

“I thought you liked that.”

“I do,” Sara replied. “But will this be better?”

Paul laughed pressing the one button. “You tell me.”

Sara felt herself grow taller. Her chest filled out as her breasts disappeared. Her clothing was replaced with man’s dress shirt, the top three buttons open and cuffs rolled up slightly. Plain button-fly blue jeans also appeared. Something was between his thighs and when Sara gasped there was a much lower timbre to the sound. “A man?” He asked.

“Dave Turlington, a college buddy who loves all the same sports teams I do,” Paul explained. “There’s a playoff game starting in a few moments and I know you don’t want to watch it with me. But Dave will love it. We use to hang in bars on game nights and cheer on our teams together.”

“You turned your wife into a man so you could watch sports?”

“Sounds like a beer commercial, doesn’t it?” Paul laughed. “And not just any man, Dave is a great stats guy. And if he starts ranting about stats I can always mute him. Besides you’ll be along for the ride. Maybe you’ll appreciate sports more seeing them from inside his head.”

“Don’t I get a goodbye, um…?” Sara paused mid-sentence. “I think I have to pee.”

“Now’s your chance to see what peeing standing up is all about.” Paul laughed. She stared at him funny and he added, “I arranged it so the first time you where on channel one and in your own personality that you would feel the need to urinate. Go to the bathroom, drop trou and hang your dick over the commode. You should be able to figure out what to do from there.”

Sara laughed, “Am I well hung?”

“You’ll find out in a moment.”

She left the living room area and entered the bathroom. She decided to be bold and opened her fly and reached a hand inside. She encountered his underwear and found its fly hole. Beyond was a rather large dick. She found the end and guided it out of his pants. Now it was hanging out of her pants over the bowl. She lifted the seat and waited. Eventually she figured out what muscles to relax in order to start the flow. A moment later she was finished. She took a bit of tissue paper and dabbed the end of her dick to get any excess drops off. She wondered how long her dick was. She could wrap both of her rather large hands around its flaccid shaft. Thinking about the cock sucker persona, she wondered if she could deep throat this huge cock. Her hands rubbed against the shaft and it felt very nice. The sensation of her cock becoming stiff was unusual and exciting. Before she realized what was happening she had a huge boner. She laughed as she realized just how well hung she was and she wondered what to do about it now. Getting her rod back into her pants was not going to happen.

Feeling horny, she put the seat down on the commode and sat down. She grabbed a towel and proceeded to jerk off – in Sara’s mind it was a hand job but men generally don’t refer to it that way. Within a few moments she came into the towel. She took a moment to compose herself before chucking the towel into the tub. She maneuvered the flagging member back into her pants and she returned to the living room.

“Was it good for you?” Paul immediately asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Is male masturbating better or worse than female masturbating?”

“Well, it’s certainly quicker,” Sara-Dave joked. “Dave is truly hung.”

“Yes, and he was generally not shy about swinging it around,” Paul noted. “Is there anything else before you go?”

“I still want a goodbye kiss,” Sara-Dave said in a frighteningly coquettish manner.

Paul sighed. “Come here.” Just as Sara-Dave was about to lean in for a kiss, Paul pressed the power button.

Sara-Dave shrank back to feminine proportions, “Oh—“

Before she could finish her expletive, Paul kissed her on the mouth. They separated, and Paul pressed the power button again.

A male mannequin, vaguely resembling his friend Dave appeared in his wife’s place. Paul turned the pregame show on so he would not have to fumble with remotes. Then he moved the mannequin to the entrance to the hotel room and pressed play.

“Paulie!” Dave shouted. “It’s so great that our schedules mesh like this. Just in time for the game.” They shook hands and gave one another a friendly hug.

“Yep, should be a good game.”

“So how’s the ball and chain, Paulie?” Dave asked. “You go out for a business meeting and leave her all alone? Don’t you worry she’s doing the mailman while you’re gone?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s done no such thing,” Paul laughed. “I didn’t marry a woman you would date.”

“I would be insulted if my first and second wives hadn’t left me for men with predictable schedules.” Dave replied. “Let’s order some snacks. It’s on the company dime, right?”

“Yeah, not a problem,” Paul said picking up the hotel phone. He ordered a few chip and dip platters while they discussed what idiots the pregame announcers were.

After the game started and snacks arrived, Dave noticed the user’s manual for the robot. He thumbed through it without Paul noticing. At the next game break, he said, “Is this for real?” as he held up the book.

“Oh, that’s nothing. Just put it down.”

“Are you kidding? This is like an engineer’s wet dream. Is this why you are in town? Is there a demo model?”

“No, that’s not for work. Some guy on the Internet created a fake specification for a fantasy robot.”

“So why do you have printed copy of it?”

“Sara was looking for a Halloween costume.”

“Fuck me, Paulie. You can’t lie to me. What are you hiding?” Dave looked around the room. “It’s actually here isn’t it?”

“Not exactly.”

“Ah, ha,” Dave exclaimed. “So it does exist.”

“Not exactly,” Paul replied. “The game’s back on.”

“Fuck the game,” Dave said. “Does she dress up like a robot and call you master and stuff?”

“Something like that,” Paul answered, wondering where this was going.

“So if she’s not here, why is this here?”

“Why are you so curious?”

“I feel like there’s something unnatural going on,” Dave replied standing up. He looked around the room then out the window. “I don’t remember arriving here or talking to you on the phone to setup getting together to watch the game. And your laptop here is open to a program called Mannequin Hair Console.”

“Dave, come sit down and I’ll tell you everything. But don’t touch the laptop.”

Dave held up his hands and sat back down on the sofa. “That was like a Twilight Zone statement.”

“Great analogy since you don’t exist.”

“What? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, you do exist. There is a physical body on the sofa. But Dave Turlington is probably sitting at home in Texas watching this game in peace. You are my wife.”

“What?”

“My wife is wearing a device called the Magical Mannequin Hair and among its many awesome properties it allows her to take on different forms and personalities. So she is inside your head, probably laughing at me, finding out what it’s like to be sports nut watching the game with his old friend. And she's learning nothing while we talk about this.”

Dave sat there nonplussed. “I do not feel like myself. But why would this device allow me to feel that way?”

“I don’t know.”

“So she actually turns into that robot?”

“It only happened once,” Paul replied.

Dave flipped though the manual again. “Where did you get the device?”

“I found it in a shop on a side street not far from here.”

“Were there any others in the shop?”

“Yes, why?”

“You found this device that lets the wearer turn into practically anything and you didn’t get one for yourself?”