Halloween Special - Mannequin TF
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If you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Halloween Special - Mannequin TFMeredith pushed her cart through the grocery store, checking items off her list. At forty-six,…
If you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well! Halloween Special - Mannequin TF Meredith pushed her cart through the grocery store, checking items off her list. At forty-six, she carried a few more pounds than in her youth, but her husband Frank always said he loved her curves. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a neat bun as she navigated the Halloween displays crowding the aisles. "Witches leaving cursed objects around town," she muttered, remembering the local news report. "What nonsense. Next, they'll claim vampires are real, too." She passed a group of giggling teenagers comparing cheap costume masks. Halloween had always been Frank's favorite holiday, and he'd be expecting her to pick up extra candy for the neighborhood kids. Twenty years of marriage and he still got excited about the smallest things. That childish enthusiasm was one of the reasons she'd fallen for him. Something caught her eye, it looked like a small ticket on the floor. Meredith stooped to pick it up, squinting at the tiny text. 'One free mannequin' "What the hell does that mean?" she whispered, bringing it closer to her face. The moment her fingers touched the paper, a strange tingling sensation shot through her fingertips. Meredith tried to drop the ticket, but her fingers wouldn't respond. Panic rose in her chest as she realized she couldn't move at all, not her arms, not her legs, not even her eyelids. 'What's happening to me?' her mind screamed while her body remained frozen in place. A bone-deep cold crept through her fingers first, spreading up her arms like ice water flooding her veins. Her skin began to pale, not just fair, but unnaturally white, taking on a glossy sheen. The bright lights reflected off her hands as they transformed into something distinctly not human. Her clothes began dissolving against her increasingly rigid skin, evaporating into mist that dissipated into the air conditioning. Shoppers passed by, unnoticing, as if she were invisible or part of a display. 'This can't be happening. I'm not turning into a fucking mannequin. It's impossible.' Yet the evidence continued mounting. Her now-naked body gleamed under the harsh lights, all flesh taking on that same unnatural white plastic sheen. Her breasts, once soft and heavy, hardened into perfect hemispheres, nipples permanently erect and unnaturally symmetrical. Strange lines appeared at her joints first on the neck, then the shoulders, and finally the hips, defining sections where her body could potentially separate. These markings tightened, constricting like bands cutting into her, though she felt no pain. Her internal organs swirled, dissolving into the hollow space forming inside her plastic shell. 'The stories were true? How? This isn't real. Can't be real. I need to get home. Frank will be waiting. The kids are coming for dinner Sunday.' Her eyes glazed over, pupils disappearing as they became featureless white orbs. She could still see, but her field of vision locked into place, forced to stare straight ahead at the apple display. A child reached for a Red Delicious, looked directly at her, then continued shopping without reaction. The final transformation came to her hair. It detached from her scalp with a soft pop and now sits on her head like a wig rather than growing from it. Every inch of her had become hard, glossy plastic. Her abandoned shopping cart stood beside her, a half-written grocery list still clutched in her frozen hand. The cold autumn air brushed against her synthetic skin as the automatic doors opened and a middle-aged woman with bright red lipstick approached, examining Meredith's transformed body with professional interest. "Hmm, a free mannequin?" she read from the ticket still clutched in Meredith's rigid fingers. "Well, why don't I take her to our costume shop? We need more for the Halloween displays." The woman circled Meredith, assessing her new form. "Hmm, the breasts are a bit saggy. The color's decent. Very detailed though, even has genitalia. Wonder which company manufactured it? If they make younger models like this, they'd be perfect for our sexier costume displays." 'I'm not an "it"!' Meredith's mind screamed. 'I'm a person! A mother! A wife! I made chicken casserole last night. I have a dental appointment next Tuesday. I'm real!' "She'll need work before we put her on display. Better get her to the shop so Marcus can start fixing her up." 'Marcus? Shop? No! I need to go home! My family will be looking for me!' The woman plucked the ticket from Meredith's stiff fingers, letting it flutter to the ground. With surprising strength, she hoisted Meredith's plastic form up and carried her out to a waiting van, laying her in the back cargo area. "You're heavier than you look," the woman grunted, slamming the doors shut. Darkness enveloped Meredith as the engine rumbled to life. The vibrations travel
