“There is no way I am doing that, Karli,” Denise said into her phone.

“Come on, DeeDee, please?” Karlin begged her best friend.  “I really want to do this, and I don’t want to go alone.  Besides, I know you can use the money!”

“I could, yeah.  But modeling lingerie?  If my school found out, or any of my students, do you know what kind of trouble that would be?”

“That is ALWAYS your excuse for anything, DeeDee.  You’re too worried what other people are going to think.  You do realize that you’d be making more in a day than you make in two months teaching, right?”

Denise sighed.  “Yeah, Karli, I have to worry.  You don’t know what it’s like; you don’t know how these people look at us.”

“You are always bitching about something there.  Why do you even do it?  I mean, with your body and looks, you could be a model and make so much more money AND be happier too!”

Denise could tell that she wasn’t going to convince Karlin.  “I’ll tell you what.  I’ll go along with you.  That way, you won’t be alone.  How much do you even know about this place, anyway?”

“Okay, fair enough, I guess,” Karlin replied.  “I know plenty – I’ve been talking to Randy about this for a while now, she runs the place for the most part.  She is always telling me how these temporary gigs turn into permanent positions for a lot of girls!”

“That’s great, Karli, I know you’ve been wanting this for a while now…okay, what time do we have to be there?”

“2:00.  I’ll pick you up at 1:30. Thanks!” And, fairly ecstatic, Karlin hung up, and started getting ready.  Modeling was an industry that she had wanted to break into for a few years now, and thanks to her newly found friendship with Randy, she thought she might just have found her way in!  She had plenty of people tell her how gorgeous she was, and that she should be a model – but Randy was the first one who could actually make it happen!  She had been working in an office up until now, and it paid the bills, but it wasn’t what she really wanted to do.  

She ran a brush through her short brown hair, and checked herself in the mirror, admiring how she looked.  She had chosen a tight tan sleeveless V-neck blouse that showed off her 36D chest to its full effect, and a tight pair of navy capris with matching high heels.  She had just enough makeup on to accentuate her high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blemish-free skin.  She was as ready as she was going to be!  She grabbed her purse and went out to her car, to head over and pick up her best friend.

Denise was in her own apartment, trying to decide what to wear.  She settled on a lavender button-up blouse and a black skirt and heels.  She wanted to look good, but not give anyone the idea that she was seriously considering this idea.  She, too, checked her look in the mirror; her hair was styled very similar to Karlin’s, but was darker, with blonde highlights.  Her eyes were brown, her cheekbones not quite as high, and she was a bit ‘bigger’ in a couple of places; but many people, upon seeing the two of them out together, mistakenly assumed they were sisters.  The 26-year-olds didn’t mind the assumption at all; they were best friends, which was even better than being sisters, they thought!

She heard a honk, and grabbed her purse and headed out.  She could at least be there to support her friend’s dream, she thought; what were best friends for?

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Karlin and Denise walked down the sidewalk towards the address Karlin had been given by Randy.  Karlin had a bit of a skip in her step – she was excited, and she wasn’t going to hide it!  Denise was walking normally, and trying just to keep up with her friend.  They reached the building; it had a number on the door, but no sign.  The only other thing they saw, was a window display in the front, with a mannequin standing inside, dressed in lavender-colored lingerie.

Denise checked her phone for the time; it was 1:50 pm.  “We’re early,” she said to Karlin, as they approached the window.

“That’s a good thing!” Karlin excitedly replied, as she stared at the mannequin.  “Look at it – it looks so lifelike, doesn’t it?”

Denise nodded in agreement as she glanced over it.  “I thought this was a human modeling place?”

“It is, but Randy says they don’t just do catalog modeling – they make and sell mannequins to department stores, among other things.  I guess this must be one of them!”

“With a mannequin like this, why do they even need you?” Denise laughed as she poked her best friend in the ribs playfully.

“Because, silly, I can pose in all different ways!  That mannequin is just stuck there.  And they aren’t cheap to make either, I bet – they would have to make a lot of them to strike all the poses you see in the catalogs!”

“I was kidding, you know.  Okay, let’s get this over with – I mean, let’s get you in there so you can be a model!”  Denise laughed again, as Karlin glared at her for a moment, before turning to open the door.

“Joke all you want, DeeDee, you are not going to ruin my chance!  But thank you for coming – you know it means the world to me.  I mean it,” she added.

As they walked through the door together, Denise gave Karlin a hug.  “You would do the same for me, right?”

“Of course – if you ever got up the nerve to actually do it!”

They walked into a waiting room that resembled one from a doctor’s office.  There was a desk with a receptionist sitting behind it, answering the phone, and a couple other girls already sitting and waiting.  As they looked around, taking it in, they were approached by a well-dressed woman in a pinstriped business suit.  “Karlin, you made it!”  she exclaimed.  “And you took my advice and brought a friend, I see,” she added as she looked over Denise.

“Randy, this is DeeDee, my best friend.  Well her name’s Denise, but all her friends call her DeeDee.  DeeDee, this is Randy, the lady I told you about.”

“I can see why they call you DeeDee,” Randy said with a wink.  Denise blushed slightly at this comment, even though it certainly wasn’t the first time that comment had been made concerning her décolletage.  “And you are here to model as well?”

“Oh, no, I’m just here for support, for Karli,” Denise replied.

“Well, that’s a shame.  From the little I can see, you could be as good a model as Karlin here, or even better.”

Denise couldn’t resist a grin as she glanced over at Karlin, who was trying to hide her childish contempt.  “Thank you, but I’m a high school teacher, so I don’t think it would be such a good idea.”

“I see,” Randy said.  “That explains the conservative blouse and skirt.”  Denise smiled as Randy continued.  “I have even more admiration for you now!  Having to deal with students and parents and how they must treat you, the long hours, the low pay – it must be rough sometimes!”

Their conversation was briefly interrupted by the voice of the receptionist: “Alison, please go to room 1.”  A blonde who had been sitting patiently in the waiting room stood up excitedly, and walked over and through the door marked ‘1’.  Once the door closed behind her, everyone went back to what they were doing.

“It is!” Denise exclaimed.  “It’s so nice to meet somebody who gets that!”

“Excuse me,” Karlin interrupted, “I’m still here, remember me?”

Randy laughed.  “Yes hun, why don’t you have a seat for now? My assistant Sloane is doing another model right now, as soon as she is done you’ll be next.”  Karlin looked a bit miffed as she sat down and crossed her legs, while Randy turned her attention back to Denise.  “Why don’t we go back to my office and chat some more?”

“Sure,” Denise nodded, “will you be okay here, Karli?” she asked her best friend.

“Yeah, I’m good, just don’t leave me out here forever, ok?”

Randy turned back to Karlin and smiled.  “Don’t worry, my dear, someone will be out for you very soon.”  And she turned and walked towards a door leading into another room, as Denise followed her.  Karlin took her phone out and checked her messages, as she tried to reassure herself that Randy wasn’t more interested in her friend than in her.

Fortunately for Karlin, she didn’t have much time to dwell on it; the receptionist called out “Karlin, please go to room 2.”  She got up quickly, put her phone back in her purse, and strode excitedly through the door.

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“Please, Denise, have a seat.” Randy motioned to the seat across from hers in her office, as Denise looked around, taking it all in.  It looked less like a modeling agent’s office and more like a mad scientist’s lab – there were gadgets set around the sides of the walls, a few of them in cases and shelves on the walls, and a large table close to the far wall.

“Wow,” she breathed, “what is all this stuff?”  She thought back to when they arrived.  “The mannequin out front – Karli said you make those here?”

Randy smiled.  “Yes, our company, SUZETech, is into a great many things – including using cutting-edge technology to create very lifelike mannequins, like the one you saw out front.  We have a great many clients in the fashion, entertainment, and arts that we sell our creations to.”

“Wow, I had no idea – I thought you were just a modeling agency!”

“Most people do.”  Randy smiled slightly as she watched the gorgeous young woman’s eyes as they looked around the room in wonder.  “If you see anything you don’t understand, please ask.  And, I was completely serious about what I said earlier; the offer stands if you would like to join your friend and model for us.  But, I also understand your concerns.  Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Denise replied, as her eyes glanced at something on a shelf behind Randy; a pink metal ring, in two halves, with a hinge connecting the two halves.  It was on some sort of display stand.

“If I could alleviate all of your concerns, would you do it?”

“You mean, if you could guarantee that nobody would know it was me?”  Denise nodded yes.  “I thought about it once, before I started teaching; I just never gave it a try – I don’t know why.”  She looked at the object again.  “What is that thing behind you?”

“It’s a collar,” Randy replied, “a sort of fashion accessory.  It’s made of a very sturdy metal, and it’s pink, so I can see why you would be interested.”  She pulled open a drawer by her knee and extracted a collar that looked exactly like it.  “Would you like to try it on?  See what it looks like, feels like?”

“Umm, no,” Denise answered, as she put her hand up to decline the offering.  “I was just…curious, really.”

“Of course, dear.  I’m a female too, I get it.  You were curious about the lingerie modeling, too – that’s why you really came with your friend today, isn’t it?”  She sat the collar back down on her desk.  “Would you mind standing up for me?  Let me take a closer look at what you have to offer?”

“Umm,” Denise said nervously, “okay, sure, I guess?” And she stood up slowly, glancing up towards the corners of the room as she did so.

“Don’t worry, honey, there’s no cameras in here, no windows.  Just you and me, a couple of girlfriends hanging out.”  Randy stood up and walked over to where Denise was standing.  “Let’s see what’s under that pretty blouse first, ok?”

Denise’s hands moved slowly to the top button of her lavender blouse.  Randy, seeing her hands shaking a bit, stepped behind her and reached around.  “Here, let me help you, sweetie,” and she nimbly and effortlessly unbuttoned first the top button, then the rest, sliding the shirt off of Denise’s shoulders and placing it gently on the desk.  “Just relax, take a deep breath, and stand up straight.  Arms at your sides.”

Denise complied with her request, taking a few deep breaths, and beginning to relax just a bit.  “Now for this skirt,” and without hesitation Randy’s hands were sliding it down to her ankles.  Denise raised her left heel, and then her right, and it was off, joining her blouse on the desk.

Randy stepped around to Denise’s front and smiled.  “Very nice lingerie you are wearing now,” she remarked as she looked over Denise’s matching bra and panties, baby pink from Victoria’s Secret.  Denise blushed slightly at her comment.  “I was right.  You could be a great model.”

Denise had told herself before coming that she wasn’t going to let herself get talked into doing anything; but now that she was standing there in just her lingerie, being admired, she forgot that promise to herself.  “Maybe,” she said slowly, “maybe I could…give it a try…”

“Well, in that case,” Randy said, “I do need to to sign our standard release,” and she pushed a piece of paper over towards where Denise was standing.  “It’s the same one we had Karlin sign last week – just saying that we will be your agency for all of your future modeling.”

Denise looked over it quickly; there were a bunch of words she didn’t really understand, much like most contracts.  She shook her head and signed it at the bottom, handing it back to Randy.

“Excellent,” Randy stated, “you belong to us now,” she added with a smile.  “But that’s not the lingerie you are going to be modeling for us, so let’s take that off, okay?”  She walked back behind Denise again, and as Denise felt Randy’s fingers on the hooks of her bra, her hands dropped back to her sides.  Randy slipped the brassiere off of the nervous teacher and then stepped back in front of her.

“Wow, those are perfect!” she exclaimed.  “And no tan lines.” She reached down to the trembling Denise’s hips and slipped her fingers under the elastic, sliding her panties down to her ankles and off.  “And it looks like you just got a bikini wax!  That makes our work so much easier.” As she sat Denise’s undergarments on top of her other clothes, she added, “You would be amazed how many girls come in here to model with a full on bush growing down there.  Sometimes it’s just too much to bother with.”

Denise was feeling a bit apprehensive again, as Randy’s fingers brushed over her body, now naked except for the heels on her feet.  “You have such smooth, beautiful skin.  You were made to do this!” Randy gushed.  “Okay, stand up nice and straight for me, dear,” she commanded, as she walked back over to her desk.  “Just stare straight out ahead.”

Denise did as Randy asked, feeling a bit self-conscious as she felt the woman looking her over.  Randy smiled and then said, “Okay, now I want you to go over and get up on that table over there,” and she pointed to the metal table.  

“What for?” Denise asked, as she walked over to the table and carefully climbed up on it – much as she would if she was at the doctor’s office, except there was no roll of paper on this one.  It appeared to be sparkling clean, though, as she stretched out on it, propping her head up on her left elbow.  There was a shelf above her head, but she didn’t notice.

“I have a confession to make, Denise,” Randy chuckled, as she picked up the collar once again, and walked a few steps towards the busty brunette.  “The ‘lingerie modeling’ is just a ruse, to lure beautiful females here;  they become the mannequins, dolls, and statues we create.”

“What are you talking about?” Denise gasped in total shock.  Her expression changed to one of complete confusion and anger.  “I don’t understand, what do you mean ‘they become’?”

“The technology we have here – we transform beautiful women into, well, inanimate objects.”

“That’s impossible!” Denise gasped.  “Wait –you mean –the mannequin out front was – oh my God!”

“She is one of many mannequins we have created here, yes.  They have become very popular with some of the major department stores.”

“Oh my God,” Denise gasped a third time, “Karli!”

“Yes, your friend is in the ‘process’, as we speak.  Soon, she won’t have a care in the world; she will be a mindless object, a pretty display piece.”  She took a step towards the bewildered Denise.  “Just like you will be.”

“No!” Denise screamed, and she went to get up off of the table; but as she raised up, she hit her head on the bottom of the shelf above her.  Hard.  Her right hand went straight to her head, as Randy quietly walked behind her, between the table and the wall.  Disoriented and dazed, Denise reached out for the edge of the table, pulling herself up to a sitting position, as she tried to get her bearings, not seeing Randy behind her, or the collar in her hands.

Randy leaned in and whispered into Denise’s ear: “Yes.  Don’t fight it now, honey.  One small click, and in a few minutes, all your cares will be forgotten.  You’ll be one step closer to becoming a pretty, mindless doll.”  And she placed the collar around the stunned teacher’s neck and closed it.

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In another part of the facility, Karlin was waiting for her lingerie modeling shoot to begin.  She had been directed to room number 2, and when she got there, the only thing in the room was a note on the chair: “Please disrobe, except for your heels.  Your photographer will be in shortly with the items you will be modeling.”

“Okay, that’s easy enough,” Karlin mumbled to herself as she took off her top, then her pants, then her bra and her panties.  The room resembled an oversized clothing store dressing room; there was a single full-length mirror, and a hook which she hung her clothes on, but that was all.

She took a moment, once she had finished undressing, and looked at her body in the mirror; she was so happy with herself that she had finally gotten a chance to do this!  She wondered for a moment how her friend Denise was doing – she imagined that she was still chatting with Randy, talking about who knows what.  Suddenly, the door behind her, on the opposite side from where she had entered, flew open, and a young woman with short brown hair and a nice business suit stood there, smiling.

“You must be Karlin! I’m Sloane,” the woman said as she extended her hand.  Karlin took it, and felt just a little embarrassed as she realized she was standing there in the nude.  “Please, come with me.  Sorry to have kept you waiting!”

“It’s okay,” Karlin said as she followed Sloane through the door and into a much larger room.  There was a round stand in the center of it, and several lights high above, shining down towards it.  “I’ve been wanting to do this forever!”

“I’m sure you have,” Sloane smiled, as she walked towards the stand, with Karlin close behind.  “Okay, let’s just have you stand up on here to begin with.  I want to see you do some basic poses, then we will get you into some lingerie, ok?”

Karlin nodded; she was trying really hard to contain her excitement.  This was happening! She was actually a model!  She looked out towards where Sloane was standing, next to her camera and some other electronics, and took a deep breath, trying to relax.

“Okay, looking good so far.  Now, bend your left leg just a little, and place your left hand on your left shoulder.  Like that. Perfect!” Sloane fiddled with her camera for a minute, and then there was a ‘flash’ as she took a photo with it.  “Okay, now, let your arms hang at your sides, and put your right foot a few inches ahead of your left.  Just like that! Perfect.  You are a natural, Karlin!”  She fiddled again with her camera, as if she was trying to get her settings right, and then, another ‘flash’.   “Okay, one more for now.  Stand with your feet shoulder length apart, legs straight, and put your left hand up on your left temple.  A bit higher – perfect, hold that pose!”  Karlin did, and a minute later, there was another ‘flash’.

Sloane smiled, and walked back over to where Karlin was standing, and handed her a bottle of water.  “Okay, you can relax for a minute while I go and get the clothes you will be wearing.  I know these lights can get hot, so drink plenty of water.  I’ll be right back!”  

Sloane walked away, through a different door, as Karlin relaxed and took a big gulp of the water.  So far, it was everything she had thought it would be!  She could just stand there, and look pretty, and not have to worry about pesky things like numbers and stuff that her office job required of her.  No, this was what she was meant to do – just like Sloane and Randy had both told her!

The photographer returned quickly, with three outfits over her arm.  She handed the first one, a purple bra and panty set, to Karlin.  “Put this on, and then repeat the first pose I had you in earlier.”  She walked back over to where the camera and equipment were, and started turning a few dials.  Karlin slipped on the lingerie, and paused as she tried to remember what the first pose was.  

She stood straight, then bent her left leg a bit, and put her left hand up on her temple.  “Like this?” she asked.

“No, honey, your hand should be down, on your shoulder.  There, just a bit lower…Okay, hold it right there!”  Sloane turned and pushed a white button behind her, which caused the colors of the lights shining down on Karlin to change.  “Okay, that’s perfect.  Don’t move a muscle, just stand as still as you possibly can, okay?”

“Okay,” said Karlin.  She looked straight out, just as Sloane had instructed her, as the photographer began to snap photos.  It felt to her that it was getting a little easier to hold her pose now; she thought that she must be getting the hang of this!

“That is perfect.  Absolutely perfect.”  Sloane continued to move the camera around in front of her, to get different angles.  Flash.  Flash.

“How much longer?” Karlin finally asked, after about fifteen minutes of holding the same exact pose without moving.  “These lights are starting to feel hot…I’m starting to feel a little stiff!”

“I am sure you are.”  Sloane’s tone wasn’t quite as pleasant as it had been.  Suddenly, one of the doors to the room opened, and another employee walked in, pushing a mannequin on a cart.  As the cart rolled in front of Karlin, she saw the face of the girl who had come in right before her…Alison.  

“That mannequin looks exactly like Alison!” Karlin breathed loudly, as she continued to hold her pose.  “How did you do that?”  The employee kept going, rolling the cart through another door on the opposite side.

“That mannequin is Alison.”  Sloane’s tone was very monotone and without emotion.  “That’s how we make mannequins here.”  She walked away from the camera, and towards Karlin.  “You’re becoming one, too.”

Karlin’s expression changed in an instant, to one of shock and panic.  She tried to move, but her body had become completely stiff.  “What do you mean?  Why can’t I move?”

“The spotlights you are standing under are turning your beautiful body into plastic.  Soon you won’t be able to move your eyes or your mouth either, and the transformation will be complete.”

Karlin’s eyes were still wide.  “Where’s Randy? I want to talk to Randy!”

“Randy is busy, but she will be by soon to see her latest creation.  I believe she is working on another transformation right now.  Your friend, I think.”

“Denise!” Karlin gasped, and as she did, her mouth froze in place.  Her eyes followed a few seconds later.  She could only see straight ahead now.  She could still hear, and she was aware still, but she couldn’t move any part of her.

She was conscious of Sloane’s presence as the woman walked around her, inspecting her.  “Beautiful,” Sloane stated.  “No one will be able to tell that you aren’t a factory made mannequin.”  Her fingers traced over Karlin’s frozen face.  “I love the expression!  The lights are on, but there’s nobody home.”

Karlin desperately wanted to scream at her, to tell her that there was somebody home, but she couldn’t manage even a whisper.  She was frightened and terrified.  How could this be possible?  And what was happening to her friend? She shuddered inside as she felt responsible somehow for what was happening to Denise.

Sloane was standing next to Karlin as she continued.  “You’ve really turned out nicely, my dear.  You’ll fetch a high price at the auction.”  Karlin could hear buttons on a phone being dialed, and then, Sloane’s voice again.  “This one is ready.  Let Randy know, and send in a box so we can get it packed up and shipped over to the auction house.”

A few minutes passed, and then, Karlin could sense her body was being moved, turned, placed inside something.  She was in a horizontal position, with some kind of foam packing material all around her.  She watched in horror as a lid descended down on top of the box; and a second later, she was in total darkness.  All she could do was imagine and await her fate.

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“Wh…What’s happening…” Denise moaned softly, as Randy walked around the table to stand in front of her.  She slowly let go of the table with her left hand and reached for her neck.  “What did you…it won’t come off…”

“Aww, you pretty, confused thing,” Randy smiled, as she reached out and took the bewildered teacher by the chin.  “You have no clue what is going on, do you?”  

Denise shook her head slowly back and forth.  Strange, alien thoughts were being pushed into her mind, and it was taking every bit of mental energy she had to try and push them away – leaving nothing left to even think about trying to move from where she was sitting.  The more she pushed back, the stronger the thoughts seemed to be coming at her.

“The collar is, shall we say, preparing your mind to accept the changes that are coming.  I’m sure you are trying to fight it, but it’s really no use – it’s like trying to break a brick wall with a fly swatter, honey.  But you just keep on trying if you like.”

“Wh-what changes…why me…please…make it stop…” Denise was struggling still, as she put her left hand back on the table for support.

“What changes?  The ones that are going to turn you into a mindless object, Denise.  I couldn’t make it stop if I wanted to, honey.  As for ‘Why you?’  That’s easy – you were requested.”  Randy paused and smiled at the incredulous look on Denise’s face.

“Requested…no…I just came with Karli…it was her idea…”

Randy chuckled as she watched the confusion mount on the pretty teacher’s face.  “Do you remember, about a month ago, when you were at that museum opening?  There was a man there who was trying to get at you, but you wouldn’t give him the time of day?”

Denise blinked.  “Umm…”  It was getting harder and harder to break her mind away from the collar’s reprogramming.

“Of course you remember.  Well, the next day, this man – who is a very wealthy and successful art collector – called me up, and showed me the footage from the museum’s security cameras, and asked if we could ‘get that’ for him.  ‘That’, of course, being you.  So, we did a little checking, found out about your friendship with Karlin, and then it was the easy matter of getting her here, and getting you to come with her.  She was the bait – you were the primary target.”

“Karli…” Denise mumbled.

“Yes.  As it turns out, she is quite the bonus – she will be part of the next mannequin auction, and will likely become the property of one of the high-end lingerie stores.”  Randy moved her hands down and cupped Denise’s breasts as she continued.  “In time, she will accept what she is and perhaps even enjoy it…but, back to you, my dear.  The purchaser requested that we turn you into a ‘blank canvas’, so to speak.  We have a little machine here which can do just that, once your mind is properly adjusted.”

“Blank..canvas…” Denise repeated.  Her eyes were becoming glassy, a sign that the programming was beginning to take hold.

“Yes, honey, a hollow, plastic shell.  Kinda like a lifesize Barbie doll that hasn’t been painted yet.  The amazing thing, though – and even I don’t fully understand how this is possible – you will maintain some level of consciousness, even after the machine runs to completion.  You won’t know who you were, but you will know what you are.”

“Feel…so…foggy…sluggish…”  Denise’s facial features were relaxing, becoming more vacant.

Randy smiled as she gave Denise’s breasts another cup with her hands, then reached down and pushed apart her thighs.  “Yes, you were an excellent choice.  Now, let’s see how things are progressing, shall we?  What was the name of your friend again? The one you came here with?”

“Umm,” Denise mumbled softly, “her name is…K…K…”  She was trying, but the name ‘Karlin’ had somehow completely slipped from her mind.

“Yes, you are progressing just perfectly.”

“I…ammm…oooh,” Denise mumbled in reply.

“You’re who, love?  Tell me, what’s your name?”  Randy smirked a bit.  “Think hard now…it’s in there somewhere.”  Her hands went back up to cup Denise’s breasts, drawing her thumbs over her now erect nipples.  

“D…D…umm…” Denise was trying desperately to remember her own name, to somehow hang on to who she was, but it just wasn’t working, she simply couldn’t find it anywhere in her emptying mind.

“DD?  Are you sure?  Your name, not your cup size, honey,” Randy laughed.  She watched Denise’s expression as it went completely slack, and then she stood up, walked over to her desk, and picked up her phone.

“It’s ready.  Do you have the machine warmed up?  Good.  Bring the cart to my office, so we can load it up together.  Thanks! Bye.”  Randy hung up, and turned back to where Denise was sitting on the table.  “Looks like the collar did its job.  Not only did it erase all memories of who you were before, but it effectively reduced your intellect to that of a peanut butter sandwich.”  She laughed, then added, “What am I doing? You probably didn’t understand a word I just said.”  

A woman came through the office door, pulling a rolling cart behind her, like the one that a hotel might use for room service.  Together, the two women lifted Denise and placed her carefully onto the cart, then proceeded to roll her out the door.  The only response they noticed from the former teacher was a bit of drool escaping from the side of her mouth.

They rolled her down the hall, and into another room; this room was empty, except for a large, strange looking machine in its center.  It sort of resembled a piece of exercise equipment, in that it had a base, and a piece rising up from the back of the base with a bunch of different things attached to it.  There was a large cushioned part about halfway up; the two women carefully lifted Denise off of the cart, and placed her so that her back was resting against the cushioned support.  

As the other woman held Denise in place, Randy reached down and eased Denise into a kneeling position, her feet behind her, her knees resting on the soft base.  Randy chuckled as she realized that Denise was still wearing her heels; she slipped them off and set them aside.  Then, she pushed a button on the machine, and two parts began to rise slowly out of the base, both covered in some kind of oily substance.  Randy eased the first one into Denise’s vagina, and the second into her anus;  Denise’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in a shocked gasp.

“They’re just to help keep you in place, honey,” Randy chuckled as she observed Denise’s reaction.  “Who knows, they might help you enjoy this a bit, too.”  She stood up, and guided Denise’s arms behind her, locking her wrists into restraints that were along the base, pulling her arms straight back.  She nodded, and her assistant moved away;  Denise’s body was now fully supported in place.

Randy reached around Denise’s neck, and pushed a small button on the back of the collar, releasing it.  She picked up a different collar, and held it in front of Denise’s eyes for a moment, before placing it around her neck.  There was an attachment on the back of it that resembled a syringe.

The two women stepped back for a moment, looking over the confused and terrified Denise.  “Looks like it’s in place,” Randy said.  “Go ahead and hook it up, and we’ll start with the priming agents.”  Her assistant walked to the side of the machine, and took a tube that was attached to a container at the top of the machine; she clamped the end of the tube onto the end of the syringe on the back of the collar, and pressed it firmly into the back of Denise’s neck.  Denise let out a soft gasp, then went quiet.

“This part won’t take long,” Randy chuckled.  “The only hair it has is on its head, and its breasts are already close to their final size.”  She pushed a button on the machine, and the priming agent started flowing through the tube, into Denise’s neck, and throughout her bloodstream.  Randy took a gentle but firm hold of Denise’s mostly brown mane; in a few minutes, it came completely away from her scalp, leaving her bald.  At the same time that her hair was coming out, Denise’s breasts were becoming slightly larger and more firm.  Her expression remained one of pure shock , confusion, and terror.

“There,” Randy smiled, as her assistant removed the tube and replaced the container it was attached to with a different one.  “Time to make the dolly!”  The tube coming from the new container attached to the syringe exactly like the first one had, and without hesitation, Randy pushed a second button.

Denise felt a warm sensation starting in her neck, and quickly spreading to the rest of her body.  Her expression softened, even as her eyes and mouth remained wide open; the warm, pleasurable sensations caused her to involuntarily arch her back and lift her head a bit.  Her head felt light; that lightness began to spread throughout her body as well.  Her skin began to take on a uniform tone, as the color in her face, her eyes, her brows, all disappeared, replaced by that same uniform color.

As the warmth and the lightness gradually faded, it was replaced by something different: a stiffness.  It had been quite a while since Denise had tried to move, but now, somehow, she knew that she couldn’t, even if she wanted to.  Her transformation was complete.  Randy and her assistant turned off the machine, and carefully disconnected first the tube, then the collar, and finally the restraints holding the newly finished doll in place; they lowered it onto its side, its arms and legs still bent behind it for now.

Randy ran her fingers over its surface, smiling.  “Perfect.  I think this is the best one we’ve made.  Our customer will be very happy with his purchase, I think.”  She turned to her assistant.  “There should be a ‘Barbie’ box in the next room that will do perfectly for this one.”  Her assistant left, and returned a minute later, carrying a large box with a clear front; they opened the top, and carefully lifted the doll into it, remarking how much lighter the doll was now than before.

As they filled the space around it with packing materials, and closed back the lid, the mindless plastic object inside was left to simply await its delivery to its new home, and whatever fate it had once it arrived.

The End