Miss Southern Belle
by: Paul G Jutras
"Now stay warm and do you best to win." Mrs. Burbank said to her
daughter Betty Jo. "Your MIT scholarship depends on it"
"But, Mom!" Bill shouted then looked at the girls on the bus. He gave
his mom a hug and a kiss on the check, then climbed on the bus
with the other contestants. As he thought about what song he'd give in the
talent part of contest, he heard Daisy, Dolly, Tammy and
Crystal giggling at Bills plain Jane appearance compared to their cover
girl looks. None of them aware that Betty Jo being really Bill.
"Can't let them get to me. I must focus on winning and getting in MIT."
Soon they arrived at the hotel where the pageant was being held. Bill
signed his female name and went the contestant's floor.
Because of their being less contestants than expected, each got to have
their own private room. Each room had a mannequin
supplied by James of MANNEQUIN INC in it so that they could have event
outfits ready to change into without the fear of wrinkles.
Since the program required some swim suit pictures by the hotel pool in the
afternoon, Bill put her bathing suit on the mannequin. She
then changed out of his Miss Georgia hoop skirt and prepared to take a
shower.
After taking a shower, Bill laid on his bed with only his bathrobe on.
With his ankles crossed, he picked up the remote control and
watched a little of his favorite soap opera. When a knock came at the door,
James' voice was heard. "By the pool in fifteen minutes."
"Okay." Bill said as he removed his robed and slipped into his pink
bathing suit with butterfly pictures on it. As he walked along the
edge of the pool he saw the photographer setting up. He also notice the
group of girls from the bus had a better figure than the
hormones he'd been taken had given him.
"If it isn't miss wall flower." Daisy giggled as she and the other girls
all got into position to have their group photo taken. "If you came
any later, you'd miss being in the shot all together. Find a seat if you're
not afraid of breaking the lens."
"Were do I sit?" Bill asked as Dolly grabbed hold of his ankle. Trying
to move, Bill toppled at an angle right into the pool. Dolly and all
of the girls could only laugh as Bill rose to the surface soaking wet.
"Guess your chances of being Miss Southern Belle is all wet." Tammy
chimed in Bill swam for the ladder and climbed out of the pool.
The anger of Bill's face was fuming. He grabbed hold of Dolly and raised
his fist to belt her as he said: "I'll show you who's all wet."
"Girls! Girls!" James said as he came and separated the two. "We will
have none of that in this contest. while Mannequin Inc is the
sponsor. If you girls can't get along, you're out. O - U - T!"
"Yes sir." Both Dolly and Bill said together. Daisy and the others all
nodded in agreement, though Betty had a feeling that her bulling
problems had just begun if he didn't use his brains to deal with them. His
mother would be heart broken if he didn't get that M.I.T
scholarship.
"You." James turn to Betty Jo. "Get yourself dried off before you get
sick. Be back here when we start rehearsal for the talent contest."
Bill looked at the girls again. They were going to do anything in their
power to get her kicked out of the pageant. It was going to be up
to her to figure out a way to make sure that it doesn't happen. With a
sneeze, he was wrapped in a towel by James and headed back
up to her room.
He took another hot bath and laid on his bed, starring at the naked
featureless mannequin in his room. In his imagination he could see
Tammy and any of those other girls standing their helplessly with a rod up
their ass. With that thought a wicked smile formed on her
face. "I don't see why not." She got up from her bed. "I may not be the
prettiest girl in America, but I'm probably one of the brightest.
Once the formula is made, I just need the proper ways to apply it to those
snobs."
He got dressed as quick as she could in a pair of baggy shorts, a
sleeveless shirt and a pair of old sneakers. He skulked down to the
kitchen with small basket. Quickly filling it up with the items containing
the chemicals he needed, he got back upstairs without any of
the cooks becoming aware of him or the items missing. In the clothes he had
on, there wasn't a chance of him being mistaken for a
beauty contestant.
After mixing two forms of the formula, he went into each of his enemies
room. he mixed the spray formula in with Daisy's hairspray and
Dolly's water bottle. He then pulled Tammy's pantyhose down the mannequin
in her room and used the cream formula on the cotton
crotch. The cream was also good mixed in with Crystal's tampons.
After Bill finished changing his clothes, he headed down to the stage
area for talent practice. he heard Tammy in her room and
couldn't help but cause a smirk to appear on her face. He only wished he
could of stayed to see Tammy's face when she first changed.
"Wait till Miss Plain Jane find out what's in store for her next." Tammy
said to Daisy on the phone as she pulled the panty hose off the
mannequin and sat on the bed. She slid her sculptured nails into the nylon
legs as pulled it up around her hips. When the cream
touched her skin, she rubbed her crotch and felt the cream enter her pussy
and smooth over her sex. Pulling the hose down, she notice
the cream made her look like she had a sexless smooth mound like a Barbie
doll. "I'll call you back."
Tammy set the phone down and pulled the hose back up. As she started to
walk to the bathroom to wash the cream off, she found her
feet slip out from under her. As her hand reached for the bathroom door
knob, she notice her arms vanishing . "What's happening?"
her mind thought as she found her vocal cords were gone too. "I can't move
a muscle. My face feels strange."
Tammy tried to stand up, but the sudden movement cause her to orgasm.
Bath in a glow of pleasure, she dropped back down on the
bed. The heat in her pussy was intense. She tried to satisfy her appetite
by fingering her pussy through the hose, but couldn't help
screaming in pleasure. The hose tightened and she orgasm again.
She inched her way along the bed while fingering her sex and her hips
rocking. She let out a moan that could be heard through the wall
separating her room with Billy's As Tammy sat up, she could no longer see
her feet in the sheathe. What more, the nylon-ing effect
spread up the rest of her body. Unable to get off the bed, she turned to
see Bill standing beside her. "Wh - What are you doing here?
What's happening to me?"
"Guess you won't be apart of whatever your friends has plan for me
next." Bill smiled wickedly as she ran her hand along the plastic
sheen form. "Don't worry about catching cold. You'll have a panty hose form
keeping you warm real shortly."
"It is just a shame you're dropping out of the contest so suddenly."
Betty said as she walked over to a desk and pulled out a pen and
paper. She wrote a quick note about checking out of the Miss Southern Belle
contest and hid the pantyhose and Tammy's things in her
own room. "I'm just glad that I wasn't assigned a roommate. That would of
made this a lot harder."
Daisy, Dolly and Crystal had waited until each of them had finished
their talent practice before meeting by the pool. "Where's
Tammy?" Crystal asked as she took a puff on a cigarette. "She was suppose
to meet us here after she performed."
"Come to think of it," Daisy added, stretching her arms over her head.
"I don't remember seeing her at the talent rehearsal at all. She
wouldn't of ditched us, would she?"
"I think we'd better find out." Dolly answered as she got to her feet
and lead the three to Tammy's room. They found the note and
Tammy's stuff gone. The girls stood in Tammy's room for a moment thinking
things over, then went over to knock on Betty's door.
"Yes?" Betty asked as she opened her door to three angry faces. With one
towel wrapped around her hair and a robe on, she tried to
appear as innocent as possible. She knew she mustn't let on that she knows
something the others didn't.
"Have you seen Tammy, country girl?" Dolly asked with a frosty glare.
"I haven't seen her since the photo shoot this morning." Betty smiled.
"I did hear her either talking on the phone or to someone in her
room, when I headed down to the talent area. Did something happen to her?"
"She dropped out of the contest." Daisy said in a nasty tone. "Something
you should think about doing real soon."
"Why would I want to do that?" Betty asked in a tone mixture of
sweetness and contempt. "With Tammy gone, I'm that much closer to
winning that scholarship. Now why don't you run along while I get ready for
the next practice event."
Betty kept the door cracked and listened to the girls talk as they
walked off. "I thought we were in this together." Crystal said to the
other two. "The four of us again little miss goodie two-shoes. Why would
she bail on us? She didn't seem to care on the bus or at the
pool about our teasing her, so I can't see how feeling guilty enough to
leave."
"Forget it, girlfriend." Dolly said wrist loosely while pointing her
long painted finger nails. "We've got our own performances to deal with
if we're going to beat that kid out."
As Crystal went into her room, she removed the tampon she currently had
in her, took a soothing bath and went over to the bed with a
towel wrapped around her body and wet hair. She ran some skin cream on her
legs and then pulled out a new tampon from the box.
After it was in, she pulled the pantyhose off the mannequin and pulled them
on. She could feel a cream inside the walls of her sex, but
figured it was caused her hands were still sticky from the skin cream she
was using.
Crystal found her eye sight had become clouded, but after several
seconds of gazing she notice that her outstretched arm was
shrinking in on itself. Her frozen arm became stubs and then disappeared
into her body altogether. She also notice the room seemed
taller, like her body was shrinking in height. As she shrunk her body
became even stiffer.
When Bill finished at talent rehearsal, he headed back to the contestant
floor. He notice Crystal door was slightly ajar and stepped
inside to find Crystal a shinny pair of mannequin legs. The "blank"
mannequin seemed to of disappeared completely. With a smile, Bill
walked up to the new Crystal.
"Something similar to what happened to poor Tammy." Bill said with a
smiled. "Don't worry, she isn't dead. You won't die either, but
you'll be keeping each other company soon enough."
Crystal's vision blurred like she was looking through a nylon stocking
mask. Her nylon fingers ran over her erect breasts, and past her
head. She found her hair fell out onto her pillow. The features on her face
also vanished. She had another orgasm as her breasts and
body vanished, leaving only a pair of pantyhose behind.
"I see you finished up well." Bill smiled as he stepped out of her shoes
and picked Tammy. Her nylon legs dangled in the air. Sitting on
the bed and hiking up her mini skirt, Bill pulled Tammy on her. "It would
look strange if I carried a pair of nylons from your room to
mine."
As Bill got up and smoothed out his skirt, the heat of his pussy made
Tammy want to orgasm. All she could do was pray that Betty's
sculptured nails didn't cause a run as Betty forced her legs to swish
together as her hatred enemy walked about. "Hope you don't mind
dropping out of the contest." Betty said as she wrote as similar note as
she had with Tammy. "I'm very good at coping other people's
handwriting."
Crystal felt like part of her were being crushed, as Betty stepped back
into her shoes. As Betty's feet began to sweat, the heat made
Crystal feel even hornier. Making sure that Daisy and Dolly wasn't in the
hall, she slipped out of Crystal's room and made her way back
to her own.
Once she had her door safely locked, She slipped Crystal off her and
laid her on the bed. Taking the pantyhose form that was once
Tammy, she put the pantyhose on its shiny legs so that Tammy's torso
extended a few inches from Crystal's waistband. "There now,"
Betty smiled. "You two just get reacquainted and be glad that I didn't
leave any cum on you, Crystal. Otherwise I'd have to have the
maid service clean you."
"We'll save that for whatever department store you and Tammy wind up
in." Betty said as she ran her hand along the smooth, nylon
covered crotch. "Don't worry about runs. Your nylon body will never wear
and tear. You will need to either be hand washed or put in a
washing machine when you become too dusty though."
"Tammy, is that really you?" Crystal's mind reached Tammy's mind.
"So that Georgia brat got you too." Tammy replied. "I only wish we could
warn the others, but we can't do anything but wait and see
what she has in store for us."
That evening, Betty Jo took the backstairs down to the hotel furnace
where she burned up all of Tammy and Crystals things. "So much
for any evidence of my connection to their disappearances." Betty smiled at
her own genius. She then returned to her room and went
to sleep.
"One hour, Betty." James said as he knocked on her door. As Betty sat up
sleepily, she heard James knock on Crystal's door and
then moved on. Betty just flopped on her back and stared up at the ceiling
with a smile. She knew that James wouldn't be seeing
Crystal at the contest anytime soon.
As Bill practiced her song some more, she notice the crossed on looks
that Daisy and Dolly was given her from back stage. They
didn't know what happened to Tammy and Crystal, but they were sure than
Betty was somehow connected.
"Where are they?" Daisy asked using the fan attachment to her water
spray bottle to cool off. "We know that you were the last to be
anywhere near Tammy and Crystal's room is right beside yours."
"Don't know what you're talking about." Betty smiled as she headed back
up stairs. Dolly had to stay on stage since her time was
coming up. Daisy followed Betty upstairs. Ever so often Daisy would give
herself a squirt of water in the face from the bottle's pump.
"Why couldn't you take the elevator like everyone else?" Daisy asked,
only following her because she didn't trust Betty. Feeling a
hardness in her legs, she had to concentrate on each step by the time they
had reach each floor. She heard Betty giggling to herself
over Daisy's walking trouble.
"What—Is—wrong—with—me?" Betty asked. Her words came out slowly as she
had to concentrate on each word she wanted to say.
She had just made it to the hallway on their floor when her sluggishness
came to a dead stop. Betty watched as Daisy toppled right
into her arms.
"You'll make a fine full body mannequin." Betty smiled as she dragged
Daisy into her room. She had already moved the mannequin
that Mannequin Inc had provided her to the storage room where James kept
the extras. Betty then lifted Daisy up and slid the display
rod up her butt.
Daisy stood stiff as a board on a glass display stand when she took a
razor and shaved Daisy's head. She put the hair in the trash
and then stripped Daisy of her clothes. Knowing that she be in the bathing
suit parade rehearsal next, she put her bathing suit on
Daisy. "Now don't go stretching it out of shape." Betty joked.
Feeling filthy after all she had been doing, Betty took another bath. As
Daisy stood planted on her pole, she gave a frozen gaze across
the room. Inside her plastic body, the tightness of her body caused such
arousal that she orgasm again and again.
A short time later, a knock came at Betty's door. "Okay you wolf in
sheep clothing, where's Daisy!" Dolly shouted. When Betty opened
the door, the first thing she did was spray Dolly in the face with a bottle
of hairspray. "Didn't think I could count on you to use the
tampered bottle." Bill smiled as Dolly's eyes glazed open as the final
member of the foursome found she could neither move her eyes
or blink.
Grabbing hold of Dolly by the dress, Bill pulled her into the room.
Shock formed on Dolly's face when she nearly knocked the petrified
Daisy over. "Now you can join the rest of your friends on eternal youth and
beauty."
"What.. did ... you...do. to... her?" Dolly's voice started to sound
like a tape recorder played on slow or running low on power. She
turned with a crazed look on her face and her arms outstretched to strangle
Betty. Dolly's moves were so sluggish, it was easy for
Betty to avoid.
As her legs suddenly didn't want to move from her spot she reached down
and felt the hardness of her tummy and legs. She began to
feel hallow inside as the feeling reached her breasts. As it did, her
breasts went erect like she was in a cold room. "I... can't... move."
"Of course you can't." Betty said with a smile. "You don't think I'd be
smart enough to get into a place like MIT without being able to
handle a couple of snobs like you and your friends? I can't believe that
you actually thought you could be a match for my intellect."
"What... are ... you... going ... to ... do.. with.. us?" Dolly manager
to speak before she realized that she could no longer talk. Her mouth
froze up in an open position. Betty just smiled, walked over to Dolly and
closed it for her.
"I won't be doing anything to you." Betty chuckled. "James will think
you're simply one of his mannequins from the Mannequin Inc
warehouse. I'll look for you in the store window after this beauty contest
is over."
Dolly wondered what it would be like to be on a floor display as Bill
walked out of his fixed field of vision. She could feel her clothes
being removed and couldn't do anything to stop her. She could see in the
mirror that her skin was as shinny as Daisy behind her.
When she was completely nude, she noticed that she was sexless.
Returning to her field of vision, Dolly watched as Betty picked up the
phone. "Yes, room service." Betty giggled. "James put an extra
mannequin in my room by mistake. Can you see that it's returned to storage
or giving to one of the other contestants? Yes, I'll be here
waiting for the bell hop. Thank you very much."
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Bill painted her toes while waiting for
the bell hop to show up. When a knock came, she pointed her
toes up and hobbled to the door. With her finger nails also wet, she used
her elbows to open the door and let the bell hop in. "It's right
over there." Bill pointed to Dolly. "Please get it out of here."
"Yes, ma'am." The bell hop said as he picked Dolly up and carried to the
service elevator. Dolly was surprise at how light she was and
how much sensual pleasure the mere touch of a person caused her as she was
brought to the store room.
"We seem to have lost several of our contestants." James said as the
night of the contest finally came. With her four biggest rivals out
of the picture, Betty Jo easily won the Miss Southern Belle contest with
both her beauty and her talent. She soon got both her crown
and the scholarship to MIT she wanted so much.
At the end of the contest, Bill returned exhausted to his room. He
striped down to his bra and pantyhose as he laid on her bed with his
ankles crossed and turned on the TV. A replay of the contest was on, and
she got to see just how lovely she looked when won the
contest.
As a knock came at the door, Bill through on the robe the hotel provided
and found James was standing in the hall with a large case.
"Hello, Miss Southern Belle." James said with a smile on his face. "As
sponsor I thought a toast was called for. Some photographers
will be up shortly if you wish to go into the bathroom and dress."
"Thanks," Bill said as she clinked the glasses together and James
watched Bill gulped down the wine. James was prepared to refill
her glass when Bill noticed that the room was starting to spin. James
watched as Bill crumpled to the floor.
"I just love the way that drug works," he said as he dragged the
unconscious she-male to a chair. It was his favorite line during his
mannequin making process. "I don't need Crissy or Sandy to finish
processing you my lovely."
James began by carefully shaving Bill's head until she was completely
bald. He then opened his case and pulled out a series of tubes;
which he proceeded to run deep into her throat, and butt. Castration was
needed. If he was awake, he'd probably of choked on the
heavy toothpaste liquid that filled his body cavities. Slowly, a tightness
filled her abdomen. "You will be quite lovely instead my young
friend. Guess you should of read the contract about the winner getting a
job with my firm."
As the liquid continued to pump away, James notice Bill's diary on the
table. "What's this?" He said, picking it up and flipping to the
last few entries. "Oh my, Betty. This formula of yours is better than the
one I'm using on you now. We really must talk when I need to
bring your human portion foremost."
When the pumping stopped, the tubes were removed and Bill had awoke to
see a dildo put inside her before her sex was sealed. He
wanted to orgasm but couldn't. With a display rod driven up her butt, she
saw James in some kind of robe and chanting. Bill saw out of
the corner of his eye that except for a loose pair of high heels, she was
completely naked. The air around her sparkled into a golden
blur as she blackout once again. When she came to this time, she felt oddly
stiff. When James held up a mirror before her, he saw his
skin had a glossy finish.
James stepped up and ran his hand down her frozen check to her shoulder
blade. With a snapping sound, he watched as his arm was
detached from his body. "I think you deserve an explanation." James said
with a smile. "Right now you are solid and inert because the
mannequin you are time sharing with is currently in charge. Nobody will
know that your a living, breathing girl. At times I can bring your
human half foremost for a job or two at Mannequin Inc like I've done with
others working for me as mannequins. I'll have to remember
when that times comes to ask you about your own transformation formulas."
Where faint lines ran across his hips, waist, shoulders and wrists, he
was taken apart. Bill's segments were packed in a shipping
crate with some other mannequins. Foam padding was put around her so that
she would not be damaged in the shipment, but that
didn't stop one girls arm from brushing her sexless crotch and bringing her
to arousal. As James sealed the crate, he was lost in
darkness.
As suddenly as the darkness came, there was light. Some store's visual
merchandiser lifted her out of the box and placed her parts on
a double decker cart to be wheeled out. Facing upward, she watched at the
ceiling lights past above while she was transported naked
through the store to a window display.
As Bill rolled through the store, he passed Tammy and Crystal up on a
shelf in the lingerie department. When she was reassembled in
the window, she noticed from her angle that Daisy and Dolly were displayed
with her. While Daisy and Dolly seemed right at home in
their skimpy, sexy sleep wear, it wasn't anything that Bill would normally
wear at home. As he was dressed, he was helpless to resist.
"Guess what turns around comes around." Bill heard Daisy's thoughts as
their frozen faces just stared at pedestrians passing by along
the sidewalk. He didn't mind the women who would stop and stare as if to
decide to buy the outfit she was wearing or not. It did bother
her when a man would stop for a second just to goggle her beauty.
As the weeks and months went on, the girls got use to their new
mannequin state. Especially the person attention when the woman, she
heard being called Susie would dress them and retouch their make up.
Even if anyone outside and in the store could watch. Ever so often,
Susie would change their angle of view and the position they were
posed in. "James really out did herself this time. Nobody how I fix you,
you look simply beautiful."
While Bill remained standing during the next couple of months, she
noticed that Daisy and Dolly sometimes was reposition for sitting down.
One such setting as a backyard barbecue display. Betty remain on her
rod, slightly bent over a grill while Dolly sat down in a folding chair and
Daisy laid in sunglasses and ankles crossed in a lounge chair. "This is
the life." Daisy's thoughts said as the corner of her eye caught how
miserable Bill seemed to be.
"Oh, shut up." Bill thought back. "I should be in MIT right now, now
modeling spring dresses in some store window. I just wonder what
James told my family."
One day Susie undressed Bill and moved him out of the window. On a
pole with a wheeled trolley she was taken to a storeroom. On her
display rod, Susie left her vision of sight. Shortly hearing the sound of a
door opening and closing James appeared before her. "Well, Betty."
James smiled, bringing her human self fourth and allowed Bill to
complete his orgasm. "I said we'd have a talk someday. I've studied
your formula and love the side effect that should allow you and the
others speak to one another with your minds."
"I must admit that it kind of took me by surprise, myself." Bill
released a
moan. He stretched but found that his body preferred to move stiffly along
the invisible lines of his former fiberglass self. As he noticed
in a nearby mirror that even as a human his breasts didn't sag, he couldn't
help but smile. "I have to admit that the idea of being young
and beautiful forever appeals to me."
"I have noted that from your body language." James smiled as he knew how
all the mannequins who worked for him found that and the
clothes being the best part. "Though I never entered through the front door
myself, I have notice you in the window and thought of how
arouse you probably were to show off to those on the sidewalk."
"That sizable dildo you placed inside of me helped in that department."
Bill turned her head to see Susie return with a box of clothes.
Bill just watched helpless as he had a pair of suntan thigh high nylons
drawn up her legs and held there with a garter belt. A pair of
panties were pulled up over the garter belt and then came a dress with a
built in push up bra and slits all the way up to his waist. he got
a pair of heels the same color of the dress. "This is lovely."
"Before I make you inert again, I'd like you to sign this contact to
allow me to use your formula." James said as he believed into doing
everything above board. Taking the pen between her long polished fingers,
she gladly signed.
"Before I become a mannequin again, could you tell me what happened to
my mother?" Bill asked as he found his arms and legs
automatically taken a mannequin pose when he didn't think about it. "She
must be worried when I didn't go to MIT."
"Not to worry." James said with a smile. "I too am good faking other
people's handwriting. I see to it your mother gets letters from you
now and then saying how well your doing in your new mannequin modeling job.
In fact, I think she's seen you while shopping here."
"So she thinks I'm working as a living mannequin, instead of a real
mannequin?" Betty said puzzled. "That at least makes me feel a
little better."
"Least I can do since you have a family." James said with a wicked smile
on his face as he cast the spell to bring the mannequin fourth
again. "You'll get the last laugh on your two full mannequin friends since
they have no close contacts."
Bill wondered what James meant as Susie wheeled her out to the middle of
formal wear. he knew the next time her clothes where
changed it would be as she stood as a floor mannequin. Before Susie moved
her head into the position she wanted, she waited so
that Bill's fixed eyes could see James workers Crissy and Sandy pushing
Dolly and Daisy to the back room. "Wondering what will
happen to them?" Susie whispered into Bill's plastic ear. "James has two
buyers line up for them. One will end up in some mannequin
collector's basement. The other is being sold to a nearby tailor shop."
"Don't you worry." Susie said as she sensed Bills thoughts. "James never
sells those with family connections. He gives them a chance
to cancel their contract and become human in time if that's what you really
want."
As Susie finished positioning Bill in his new pose, Bill couldn't think
of ever wanting to be human and growing old. Not when she could
wear the most fabulous clothes each year, feel constant arousal from the
dildo inside her, and have movement once in awhile when
James had a job for her like with Crissy, Susie and Sandy.
EPILOGUE:
While Bill went on to exist happily ever after, Tammy, Crystal, Dolly
and Daisy got just what they deserve. Crystal, whose legs were her
best feature, sold many colors of pantyhose. When James learned the truth
about Tammy, he took her home for his own wife. James
knew she was hell on a pair of hose and could use one that would never run.
Dolly wound up in the basement of a collector. She was
kept dust free, but only saw her new owner and fellow mannequins. Since
they were never alive, she couldn't speak to them. As for
Daisy, she made a great tailor dummy with the option to be sold back to
James if he ever didn't need her anymore.
THE END
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