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This wasn't supposed to have happened; Mikie had only asked if there was a way for her to try out the transformation, without actually becoming a full mannequin. Surprisingly the answer was yes, but there was a catch: she had to have the willpower to stop spraying herself, or she would end up just like Yukie. The chemicals used for the process would be slower than the ones used on Yukie, but no less effective. Mikie thought she'd be able to do it, but standing under the plasticizing stream of chemicals, feeling the pleasure they brought even as they changed her into nothing but a pretty object, she suddenly became less sure. The pleasure caused her mind to wander a bit - it was alright, only her breasts had changed, she could enjoy it - to how she ended up here in the first place.

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"So I've signed a contract for a modelling job!" Yukie said, beaming ear to ear.

"That's great Yukie! Who's it with?" Mikie replied, happy to see her friend finally getting work in the modelling business after so long trying.

"It's a start-up company called Dream Dolls, I met the woman who started it at the fashion show I went to last week it and she said I'd be perfect to join their team!" Mikie had never seen her friend so excited for something, but at the same time she felt like there was something she wasn't being told. She couldn't place the feeling, but it bothered her.

"Sounds like an odd name, but I guess that's just nit-picking. I'm so glad you've finally got your start! Any idea when your first job is?"

"I'm not sure, but I have to go by their building tomorrow to finalize the job. Want to come with me? She said I could bring a friend." Yukie looked hopeful.

"Sure! I don't have anything planned tomorrow, I'll come see your new workplace." It would be a good way to satisfy whatever was bothering her, Mikie figured.

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Mikie laughed at herself. If she had listened to her gut maybe she wouldn't be standing here listening to water droplets making her torso ring with a hollow sound. She'd known about her friend's fetish after Yukie had accidentally left her computer on one night when Mikie had come to stay over. Mikie'd gone through her friends browser history, and discovered a few stories of women becoming mannequins, and then stayed up half the night reading them. She never mentioned to Yukie that she'd found out, but felt that her current state was a bit of revenge on her friend's part.

The hollow sounds continued to ring though from her chest now, as Mikie felt and saw her arm changing. This was the point of no return; she could drop the shower-head now, while her hand was still flesh and blood, and then begin to slowly change back as the cascade of chemicals stopped. Or she could just stay as she was, and join her friend in a new, simple, pleasurable life.

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This wasn't supposed to have happened; Mikie had only asked if there was a way for her to try out the transformation, without actually becoming a full mannequin. Surprisingly the answer was yes, but there was a catch: she had to have the willpower to stop spraying herself, or she would end up just like Yukie. The chemicals used for the process would be slower than the ones used on Yukie, but no less effective. Mikie thought she'd be able to do it, but standing under the plasticizing stream of chemicals, feeling the pleasure they brought even as they changed her into nothing but a pretty object, she suddenly became less sure. The pleasure caused her mind to wander a bit - it was alright, only her breasts had changed, she could enjoy it - to how she ended up here in the first place.

---

"So I've signed a contract for a modelling job!" Yukie said, beaming ear to ear.

"That's great Yukie! Who's it with?" Mikie replied, happy to see her friend finally getting work in the modelling business after so long trying.

"It's a start-up company called Dream Dolls, I met the woman who started it at the fashion show I went to last week it and she said I'd be perfect to join their team!" Mikie had never seen her friend so excited for something, but at the same time she felt like there was something she wasn't being told. She couldn't place the feeling, but it bothered her.

"Sounds like an odd name, but I guess that's just nit-picking. I'm so glad you've finally got your start! Any idea when your first job is?"

"I'm not sure, but I have to go by their building tomorrow to finalize the job. Want to come with me? She said I could bring a friend." Yukie looked hopeful.

"Sure! I don't have anything planned tomorrow, I'll come see your new workplace." It would be a good way to satisfy whatever was bothering her, Mikie figured.

---

Mikie laughed at herself. If she had listened to her gut maybe she wouldn't be standing here listening to water droplets making her torso ring with a hollow sound. She'd known about her friend's fetish after Yukie had accidentally left her computer on one night when Mikie had come to stay over. Mikie'd gone through her friends browser history, and discovered a few stories of women becoming mannequins, and then stayed up half the night reading them. She never mentioned to Yukie that she'd found out, but felt that her current state was a bit of revenge on her friend's part.

The hollow sounds continued to ring though from her chest now, as Mikie felt and saw her arm changing. This was the point of no return; she could drop the shower-head now, while her hand was still flesh and blood, and then begin to slowly change back as the cascade of chemicals stopped. Or she could just stay as she was, and join her friend in a new, simple, pleasurable life.