The Truth - Chapter 21

Mira, Jon, Sarah, Dorothy, and Sandra, the latter as a mannequin, appeared in the living room of Mira's apartment. The room was large with seating for at least a dozen people and standing room for another dozen at least. The furniture was bright white in color with modern lines. A glass coffee table sat between two sofas and a pair of glass credenzas behind the third sofa and along one of the walls made up the rest of the free standing furniture. One wall had a corridor leading off of it presumably to the front door. The opposite wall was filled with built-in shelving, entertainment electronics, and a stone fireplace. Subdued abstract artwork hung either side of a corridor leading off the third wall. A breakfast bar separated the living room from the kitchen on the fourth wall.

“You entertain frequently?” Sarah asked.

“Only when Henry is here,” Mira replied, gesturing that everyone should sit down.

“Henry?”

“My husband,” Mira said flatly. “He's on a business trip to Europe at the moment. He's rarely around.” Lowering her voice conspiratorially she added, “I most want to be his clothes, frankly.”

“You told them about that fetish?” Dorothy inquired somewhat shocked.

“Why should I settle for being a mannequin when what I really desire seems possible?”

Jon interrupted, “I'm not sure I like the idea of either of you transforming outside my direct influence. And what will Henry think of you turning into clothing?”

“When I once told Henry my idea he had the most brilliant suggestion that made my desire for the impossible even greater. He suggested I could manifest body parts like a tongue while pressed up against someone's body. So I could give a blowjob to him while he was wearing me.”

“That's so hot,” Sarah commented.

“Okay, so I need to limit where or when you can do this. Do you also want to be a textilemorph, Dorothy?”

“I don't think so,” Dorothy replied.

“But I don't want you becoming a mannequin just anywhere in front of just anyone.” Jon replied. “So I'll give you the mannequin ability only if it is limited to the store and when you are not with someone unaware of your ability. And you won't be able to tell people of your ability. Neither of you will.”

“Actually, if I could do anything I'd become a statue or a fountain.”

“A statue?”

“My cool stone body, naked of course, posed provocatively with water bubbling out of my mouth into the fountain and running up through my body back to my mouth.” She stood up and posed like a playful water nymph.

Mira added, “Dorothy last Halloween stood in that corner of the room painted from head to toe like marble for one of my parties.”

“That would be a fine place for me to be for a year or so,” Dorothy said wistfully.

“A year or so?” Sarah exclaimed. “Shall I start a spell, Jon?”

“Sure, why not?” Jon shrugged. “At least I'll know where she is. Who will run the store?”

“You're really going to do it?” Dorothy exclaimed. “Rachel can run the day to day stuff and deal with the employees. Mira can do the purchasing, she practically picks all the lines we carry now as it is.”

“Mira, I think I know what to do with you. We'll create a clip that you can attach to a hanger or a dress form. Then you can touch the clip and think to yourself “I am fabric” at which point you and whatever you are wearing disappears and you turn into an outfit on the hanger or dress form. You can only turn back to normal if you are on a hanger or a dress form. Once someone puts you on, you cannot transform until they take you off. You also cannot transform in front of anyone aside from us and the store clerks.”

“When I turn back to normal can I choose to wear the outfit I had become rather than the outfit I had been wearing?”

“I suppose that's okay.”

“I would also like to be able to communicate with whomever is wearing me telepathically. Maybe even influence their actions.”

“That doesn't sound safe. Only people aware of your ability to turn into clothing can be communicated with.”

“That's good enough. Now, about my tongue...”

“Maybe after we've done just the clothes for a week or two.”

Sarah handed Jon Dorothy's spell. “I'll start the textilemorph now.”

He took the spells and went over them. “Okay Dorothy, I need you to sign this and then pick your pose so I can do your transformation.”

“How will I turn back?”

“There is a one year time limit. Also we can communicate with you telepathically by plugging your spout. At any time I can return you to normal should you decide being stoned isn't all you really were hoping for.”

“What will this cost me?”

“At the moment, nothing. But once you return to flesh if you want to transform again, you'll give me just about everything you own.”

Mira interrupted, “And what will my change cost?”

“$25,000 a month,” Jon responded.

“Deal,” Mira replied reaching out to shake his hand.

“I could have gotten more?”

“Perhaps,” she smiled.

Dorothy reached out to shake his hand. “I'm ready.”

“Do you have any family or friends who will notice once you've gone missing?”

“Just a daughter in California. She never calls. If she comes looking for me she will start with Mira so Mira can cover for me.”

“Any one else?”

Mira added, “Write a note to your maid service telling them you'll be out of the country for a while and won't need service except maybe once a month.” She got up and returned quickly with a notepad and a pen.

“Good idea.” Dorothy wrote a note to her maid service.

“We'll go over to her place later to clear out her kitchen of perishable foods.” Sarah commented.

“Another good idea.”

“Okay, now I'm really ready,” Dorothy said standing up and going over to the corner. “What do you think?” She stood with her legs spread slightly, toes pointed outward. Her back bent to the side, her lower arm pointing straight down her other arm pointing straight up. She was looking up at her raised hand and her mouth formed a circle. With her lower arm she indicate an arc saying, “The water would go like this somehow.”

“Okay, stand still,” Jon said. He touched the floor at her feet and tray of stone appeared beneath her. A low pedestal raised her off the ground another half foot. Her body stiffened then changed color. Soon she was the same white color as the pedestal and tray. Water bubbled out of her mouth and ran down her body to the tray. After a moment the tray filled and the bubbling water began to arc away from her body until it finally reached full pressure. Jon put his finger in the statue's mouth and thought, “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” came the dreamy response.

“Enjoy yourself,” Jon thought taking his finger out of her mouth. “She's wonderful, she says.” He told the others.

“She looks awesome,” Mira replied. “I always wanted a water feature over there. My turn?”

“Go get a hanger,” Jon said as Sarah handed him a spell.

“I can do better than that. Follow me.” She got up and led them to a bedroom. Inside was a sewing room full of half finished garments and a few dress forms. “Let me just set this form up in front of the mirror.”

Jon signed several of the spells a clip appeared. He attached it to the dress form, on the underside so it would not interfere with clothing on the form. “Sign this and get me a check for twenty-five grand.”

Mira shook her head. “One moment.”

“You are going to have two spells. One that turns you to fabric and one that turns you to flesh. When you wish to return to flesh, you just think three times 'I am flesh'. When you wish to turn into clothing and the clip is in place on a hanger or dummy, you just imagine how the outfit looks and think three times 'I am fashion'.”

Mira returned with the check. “Where do you bank? I'll have an automatic deposit setup.”

Sarah handed Mira a slip of paper. “Here's his bank routing data.”

“She is remarkably efficient. Where did you find her?”

“In a bar.” Jon deadpanned. “Sign this.”

“What am I signing?”

“It basically says you are willing to let me do anything I want to you.”

She signed it, “I'm sure you could do that whether I signed this or not.”

“It makes me feel better knowing you stepped into my world with your eyes open.”

She touched the dress form and disappeared. A black asymmetric dress appeared on the dress form. A pair of black pumps and a silver-line clutch were hooked in the bottom of the dress form.

“Very nice,” Sarah said.

“Turn back to normal,” Jon commanded.

Mira was standing next to the dress form wearing the black ensemble. “That was cool.”

“We should get going. We have to deal with Genny still.” Sarah said to Jon.

“Wait,” Mira asked. “Sarah, would you mind wearing me and letting me accompany you two tonight?”

“I'm not sure Jon will...”

“Sure,” Jon interrupted. “The look on the others faces when she jumps off you will be priceless.” He picked up a hanger from the floor and transferred the clip to it. “Go to the next bedroom and disrobe and I'll bring Mira in on this hanger.”

Sarah stood there a second unsure until Jon leveled his eye at her and mouthed the word “Go” at her. In the next room, she took off her clothes feeling odd that she would not want to be naked in front of Mira or Jon. Soon Jon knocked on the door and held the hanger out through the doorway. The dress was knee-length and made of a supple blue leather with matching boots.

Sarah put it on and found the sleeves were long with decorative snaps on the forearm. The neckline plunged deeply and the skirt was cinched inward making it difficult to walk. “Can you widen the skirt?” Sarah asked aloud.

Mira's voice responded in her head, “No, he asked me to make the dress with a hobble skirt as well as this.” As she finished Sarah's arms folded behind her and the decorative snaps locked her arms behind her.

“Jon!” Sarah called out.

The door swung open. “Is there a problem, Slave?”

Sarah's defiance deflated instantly. “I don't feel like a slave.”

“Not even in that get up?” Jon laughed. “Sandra, Jon and Sarah teleport home Sandra, Jon and Sarah.”

They arrived, with Mira, in the living room. The harem remained as they left it is various sexual positions as mannequins.

Jon laughed. “There aren't usually so many mannequins in my harem. Just Debra. Spin around Sarah so Mira can see the whole room.”

“She likes the wall mirror,” Sarah relayed.

Jon sat down at the desk. He wrote a few quick spells. Then he started reading a file that had just appeared out of nowhere.

“What's that?”

“A dossier on Genny's boss, Jerry Lyons. He's single. Lives alone. He's not dating anyone at the moment.” He read some more and shortly exclaimed, “Jackpot! I can kill two birds with one stone.” He signed a few more spells. “That should remove all the magic Sandra caused today. No more forced blowjobs for Genny.”

He got up, “Mira, release Sarah's arms. Sarah, create a spell for Genny so that she doesn't have porn star boobs all the time. I'll be back in 15 minutes. I'll deal with Genny then. Jon and Sandra teleport Jerry's front door Jon and Sandra.”