The day started out like any other day for the last year. I was standing in the men’s department waiting for the clothing store to open so I could have a little bit of relief from the sheer boredom of being a mannequin for a year. Before this I had thought that being an inanimate object would be kind of neat. Now after being an inanimate object for two years that thought has evaporated. It was so mind numbingly boring. Sure I could day dream but without being able to move or close your eyes it doesn’t relieve the boredom much.
As I waited I thought back on my transformations. My first one on Dec 6, 2016 was into an egg. I had been arguing with a guy over some money he said that I owed him and I transformed right in front of him. That bastard actually decided to eat me, which was an interesting experience I must say, but I thought I wouldn’t be coming back. My next transformation was into a disposable diaper for a baby girl. I appeared to a mother who needed a diaper for her baby girl. When she picked me up she said she was sorry that she had to use me but she needed a diaper. It still sends shivers over me, metaphorically right now, when I think about how she just casually placed me on her daughter after she said that and then later that day just casually threw me away. Being soaked with pee wasn’t that bad since I would eventually dry out but it was the shit that was the worst part. I never liked to get dirty like that and having shit wrapped in me for a year was quite a bit more than I could bear and I almost lost my mind.
I didn’t have eyes for those two transformations so I couldn’t see anything. Instead I was able to sense the shapes around me. It’s difficult to describe what it was. It was almost like seeing but there wasn’t any color to it. I could sense a person looking at me by their corneas being pointed in my direction as long as there was nothing in the way obscuring it. But now as a mannequin I have eyes, even if they are just representations of eyes, and I could see out of them. However I couldn’t look any other direction besides where my eyes were pointed. In a way it was worse than having no eyes. At least then I could choose what shapes to focus on.
The lights came on and soon Jill slithered up to me. “Happy Transformation Day Rick,” she said with a smile. I had known Jill for about a year before the transformations started to happen. I don’t know what she had first turned into but until last week she had been a male human going by the name of Jack. Now she was a female naga. “I wonder what you’ll turn into today. Maybe you’ll become a delicious pig that I can take home and eat when I want. Or maybe you’ll become a bra for me. I wouldn’t mind a little naga to take care of for the next year.”
All I really wanted was to become animate again and I really didn’t care what I turned into. Then I felt the electric tingle that signaled my transformation was just about to happen. But what would a turn into?