Mannequin Hair, part 1 of 6

Returning home after dark, Sara nearly stumbled over the package on her porch. She cursed at her husband again in absentia for not replacing the bulb in the porch light as she picked the package up. It was a cube shaped package a little over a foot long on each side. Fumbling with her keys in the dark, she opened the door and went inside.

She put down the other mail and her bag and brought the package into the living room hitting the answering machine as she passed it. It beeped.

“Hi, Honey,” her husband’s voice sing-songed. “I know you were expecting to see my smiling face tonight but the negotiations are bogged down again. I’ll be here another 2 to 3 days at least. The package I sent a couple days ago will hopefully make up for my delay. I miss you deeply. Love ya.”

The return label was scratched beyond recognition but now she knew who had sent the package. The answering machine beeped again and intoned, “No more messages.”

Inside was a glossy box not much smaller than the outer box. On the front was a picture of a mannequin's head whose most prominent feature was the hard plastic hair often featured at the edgier boutiques. Tall letters across the top proclaimed that the box contained Magical Mannequin Hair. Various marketing slogans adorned the sides of the picture: "Magical Mannequin Hair will bring out the mannequin in you." "You'll want to be as solid as your Magical Mannequin Hair." "Now your Magical Mannequin Hair will hold still longer than you." "Strike a pose with Magical Mannequin Hair and you won't want to stop." Not all of them made sense but the idea intrigued her. Looking again at the mannequin's face on the box she now noticed the signs that it was a living mannequin that had eluded her the first time.

She could not decide. Did her husband mean to help her in her work? Sara worked as a living mannequin and anything that helped her with the illusion of being inanimate meant better paying work. She was tired now after an eight hour stint in an upscale boutique in the mall. What she did not like about working mall boutiques was they stayed open until 10pm and that meant she got home around 11pm. Maybe this would get her into a store with a street facing window, which would close at 6 or 7pm for the same pay.

Or did he buy it to help him with his mannequin fantasies? He was always taking pictures of her when she was working.

Turning the box around she saw there were several hairstyles. This box seemed to contain a dark brown, short flip with tussled front, the sides angling outward from above and below. Lighter shades of brown and gold highlighted the color. Opening the box, she found a form fitting plastic piece of hair. The highlights enhanced the plastic fakeness of the hairdo.

It was hard and smooth to the touch and tugging on the sides showed it was slightly flexible in that direction. She tentatively pulled it over her head but there were strange protrusions that made the back uncomfortable. She took it off.

Flipping the piece over, there were obvious pockets on the sides to cover the ears. There was a clip mounted in a recess along the top, which she supposed she would clip her natural hair to. Mounted in the back was a small digital readout with some recessed buttons, the kind that would require a pen or fingernail to push. The readout was blank. Next to it was a long stub poking out with a piece of paper attached to it saying, set up clock before use.

She pressed one of the buttons and the display flashed 12:00. She eventually found buttons that took her to a time setting menu and set the current time. Next it showed her a field called attachment time that was set to 5 hours. Not knowing if that was good or bad she skipped it and just accepted the defaults on the next few settings. The display now displayed the current time. So she figured she had finished the setup. The plastic stub was simple to remove.

She got up and went into her bedroom and stood in front of her full-length mirror. She took out the clip. It was on a pull string. She clipped her hair into it and let go. The string pulled her hair toward the top of the hairpiece. Maneuvering the headpiece down over her ears with her hair pulled into it was simple. It seemed to suction into place. It was surprisingly lightweight. Looking in the mirror it was positioned perfectly for her face.

Squaring up with the mirror she affected a serious, hopefully edgy expression. Her palms were floating an inch away from her hips pointed straight down, her elbows jutting outward. Her fingers were separated and pointed down. Her legs were shoulder width apart. Thinking about the box, she straightened her shoulders. Then in one sudden motion she popped her right shoulder forward so as to strike the pose.

The next thing she knew light was glowing dimly in the window and birds were chirping outside. She looked over at her clock and it read 4:47. Five hours had passed. She reached up and took off the headpiece. Inside the display read 4:47. She clicked through the list of settings and one she had ignored before caught her eye. It said, Awareness: off. She switched it to ‘on’ and changed the attachment time to 10 minutes. Cautiously she lowered the headpiece onto her head. She posed herself like before but nothing seemed to happen. Then she remembered she had to strike the pose. So she popped her shoulder forward again and suddenly she felt a weird sensation throughout her body. In the mirror, her body changed. Her skin became unblemished. Her face became flatter, with no lines. It was also shallower in depth. Her limbs seemed slimmer and her breasts had definitely lost a cup size. She looked completely like a mannequin suitable for an edgy, upscale boutique.

Taking in all the changes distracted her from the fact that she was immobilized. She could not move. While this should have frightened her, she was wondering if she really felt like a mannequin. When the ten minutes passed she felt a strange sensation throughout her body again and she was once again able to move. Her body returning to its normal size and condition.

She removed the headpiece and again ran through the settings. She found one that read, Solidity: Full. Pushing the up and down arrows she saw the choices were None, Full, and Controlled. She switched it to Controlled. She resisted the urge to modify more than one parameter so she could understand what each one did. Once again she stood before the mirror with the headpiece on. This time she decided to change the pose. She placed one foot in front of the other. She bent her right elbow downward with her palm up at around shoulder height. Her other arm was pulled back. She was facing the mirror looking at it across her open palm. She struck the pose.

Again she looked like a mannequin and could not move. She thought, “I can move.” But nothing happened. “I will my body mobile.” Again, no effect. Then she remembered what the setting was called. “I am not solid.” She turned back to flesh and was able to move. She touched her body and it felt like it normally felt. This was not what she expected. “I am solid.” She froze in place again. She unfroze herself and tried to take off the headpiece but it seemed bonded to her head. “I guess I have to wait for the ten minutes to end.”

She switched herself back and forth between solid plastic and flesh a few times when a thought struck her. “My left arm is solid.” Her arm transformed. “Oh, my god,” she exhaled. She touched her arm. It was hard as plastic and cool to the touch. “My arm is flesh,” she thought and it returned to normal. “My head is solid,” she thought. She felt her face freeze. She looked into the mirror. The face looking back at her was like her own but with several differences. Her eyes had flattened, seeming painted on. Her nostrils stopped a quarter inch into her nose. Her lips were painted to seem wrinkled like lips are but touching them, they were smooth. There was no separation between her head and the headpiece, as if they were formed from a single mold.

Without warning her face returned to normal. The timer ended. She removed the headpiece and again looked at the settings. The next setting was Size: Lithe. The choices were: Child, Junior, Adult, Lithe, Plus-size, Spindled, Obese and Controlled. The next setting was Shape: Full. Its choices included Full, Headless Full, Hosiery, Torso, Headless Torso, Bust, Headless Bust, Head and Controlled.

At this point her head was swimming with the possibilities and she went into the office to start writing all these choices down. As she wrote down each setting name and its choices, she selected the Controlled setting for it even though she was not sure what it did.

When she reached the Control setting. It was set to By Will. Other settings included None, By Remote and Both. She left it at By Will. There was no remote in the box but there was a computer disk. She didn’t want to know what it was for just yet and returned to getting all the settings. Right after the Control setting was a yes/no setting, "Set all settings to Controlled." That would have simplified things if she had seen it sooner. She answered yes. She had over twenty settings written down when she came to a setting called advanced. At this point she stopped so she could just do the basics.

She realized she had not seen herself fully transformed so she removed her clothes. Rather than striking a pose, she just thought, “I am solid adult.” This time her limbs did not shrink in girth. She looked just like herself albeit made of plastic. Her breasts became less round, sticking out of her chest rather than hanging off of it. In keeping with the rest of the blemish free look, the breasts had no nipples or areola. Her crotch was also featureless: dimpled but ultimately flat, like a doll. “Switch Shape to Torso,” she thought. Her arms and legs disappeared. A stand made of black metal piping held her from falling. “That’s how an underwear mannequin usually looks. Control top underwear was usually displayed on partial mannequins like this. Although, they are usually headless,” she thought. “I am flesh.” Although, made flesh again, she remained in the metal stand, the stubbed ends of her arms and legs were still mannequin solid. With a swell of daring she continued, “Switch Body to Headless Full.” She couldn’t see or hear anything but felt her feet touching the ground. She reached her arm up to where her head should be but all she found was her shoulders tapering up her neck to where it stopped. Hard plastic covered over the top of the neck. Her head just was not there.

“Switch Body to Full,” she wished. Her head suddenly appeared, her fingers not far from her eyes. The amount of background noise was surprising. It is amazing how much noise gets tuned out automatically.

Looking at the paper she thought, "Switch Hair to Natural Human." Although the hairstyle was not hers, the solid plastic headpiece became natural feeling hair. Up close in the mirror there was really no telling this hair from her normal hair. Being fully mobile there are no distinguishing her now from how she normally looked. How was she supposed to tell if the headpiece was working, aside from trying to transform. "Switch Hair Color to Blond." The hairstyle remained the same but the color was now that of a natural blond. Even her pubic hairs had changed color.

"Can I edit my own body with this?" she wondered. "My breasts are 2 inches and one cup-size bigger." Her breasts grew as requested. "I am solid." This time even though the mannequin breasts were smaller than her current breasts they were definitely larger than they were the last time she was solid. "Only my torso is solid." She could move her arms, legs and head. Turning her arms over and back she said aloud, "This is weird." She touched her chest. It was cool and solid. "My breasts are 2 sizes and one cup-size larger." The solid angular breasts grew as requested. They maintained their angular nature and thus jutted forward quite a distance from her chest. "I am flesh." Now her breasts were huge. She cupped her now larger areola and rubbed the nipples.

It felt nice but no different that when she touched herself normally. "My breasts are 5 times as sensitive as before." She was still holding her mammoth mounds when said it and the slightest touch of her breasts sent waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god," she exclaimed. "My whole body is this sensitive." Every movement was ecstasy. Her hands could not stop rubbing her body. She was so wet that when one of her fingers brushed against her crotch it seemed to slide in of its own will. She collapsed on the ground and masturbated mindlessly. Orgasms were her only pause in her ministrations.

After a while her thoughts cleared and while no longer experiencing waves of ecstasy from every pore on her body, she still finished herself off one more time before removing her sore hand from her pussy. The timer had expired. She had spent the better part of two hours in orgasmic ecstasy. Her breasts were no longer oversized. The headpiece was once again solid. She removed it before falling asleep in a puddle of her own juices and sweat.