"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Helen whispered in my ear as we entered the
forest. "If we get caught out of bounds we'll be in so much trouble. Not to mention that
it's dangerous. The centaurs are getting hostile you know."
I looked at Helen and whispered back, "I do know that but Katrina came into the forest
for some reason. She's been leaving the school quite a bit."
"What if Katrina is a werewolf?" Helen whispered as she looked up at the sky. "I don't
want to die or be turned into a werewolf if we survive."
"Katrina's not a werewolf," I said a bit annoyed. "If she was she wouldn't be attending
school or would be locked up during the full moon. No there's something else going
on."
"What else could it be though?" Helen asked her voice rising in fear.
"Maybe she's been coming out to practice magic," I suggested shrugging. "Maybe
she's trying to become an Animagi."
"You think she would try that after what Professor Hackett said about it going horribly
wrong without supervision?" Helen asked with a look that clearly said she didn't think
Katrina would do that.
"She may," I said shrugging my shoulders. "At least if she gets stuck my sisters and I
can change her back with the pearls our father gave us."
"I'd still like to meet your father," Helen said. Shaking her head she continued, "I still
have a hard time believing that Professor Hackett is actually Hecate (pronounced
HEK-ə-tee)."
"Well she is," I said giggling. "It makes sense that she would be teaching in a magic
school since she is the goddess of magic."
We heard a rustling in the bushes and Helen grabbed my arm. I touched my bracelet
and it grew into my shield. If it was the centaurs I hoped that they would notice I was
taking a purely defensive stance and not attack. It was with relief that we saw Katrina
come out of the bushes. Helen ran to her and threw her arms around her giving her a
long kiss. I smiles at the sight then Helen broke the kiss and said, "You scared us.
What have you been doing out here?"
Before Helen could respond though ten centaurs came out of the bushes with their
arrows drawn. One of them was bigger than the others and he asked in a dangerous
tone,"What are you doing in our forest?"
"We were just looking for our friend," I said bowing a bit and making my voice
respectful. "We mean you no harm."
"Do you really expect us to believe that?" the big centaur asked with a snort. "We
know what you humans think of us. You think that we're mere beasts that you can
order around."
"We would never call you beasts," I said putting my conviction behind my words. "And
we would never think to order you around."
"All humans think alike," the big centaur said. "Bring them."
I saw Helen and Katrina reach for their wands and I said, "Don't make any aggressive
moves otherwise they will kill us."
"Wise words for a human," the big centaur said. "Put your shield away."
I touched my shield and it shrank back down to my bracelet. A centaur grabbed me
from behind and hoisted me up. Two others did the same with Katrina and Helen who
had looks of fear on their faces. I gave them a reassuring smile and then the centaurs
took us deeper into the forest.
******
I slowly woke up feeling like something was wrong. I wasn't wearing my pajama pants
or panties. I felt a tube running from my genitals over my left leg and another tube on
my right arm. Opening my eyes I saw that I wasn't in the home anymore and there
was an IV in my arm. I could only guess that the tube I was feeling between my legs
was a catheter and I was in a hospital. I didn't know how I had gotten here or why I
was here. I looked under the covers and was glad to see that I was still a girl. As soon
as I put the covers down a nurse came in smiling and said, "I see you're awake. That's
good."
"How did I get here?" I asked in a raspy voice. My throat and mouth were so dry.
"Well you've been unconscious for the last two days since the fire," the nurse said.
"Fire?" I asked not remembering any fire.
"The furnace at the home blew causing a fire," the nurse said looking sad. "You're the
only survivor."
I just stared at her in disbelief. That couldn't be true. My first dream had me and my
sisters on a train to Salem's Witch Academy. They couldn't be dead could they? No I
refused to believe that they were dead. Something was going on and I didn't like it. I
was about to get up when I felt something burning in my arm. I hadn't noticed the
nurse come up beside me and as I looked at her now I saw her withdraw a needle
from the IV tube. I wondered what she had injected into me and would have asked but
I couldn't speak. I tried moving but found that I couldn't. As a laid there the nurse took
out the IV and then the catheter. She had a couple orderlies come in and put me on a
gurney. They then wheeled me out of the room and I wondered where they were
taking me.
A few minutes later I had been wheeled into a room that I didn't think was part of the
hospital and the nurse said, "Here she is."
"Good," a male voice said coming into view. He took off the hospital gown I was
wearing leaving me completely naked and asked, "What time did you inject her?"
"12:42 pm," the nurse said.
"Then her time of death will be 1:30 pm," the man said looking me over. "She is pretty
and will make an excellent mannequin."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I tried moving again but whatever the nurse
injected me with was still working. The orderlies lifted me off of the gurney and put me
on some sort of tray on a conveyor belt. The man came over and spread my legs a bit
then he went out of my field of vision. I heard what sounded like jets of water begin to
spray and felt the conveyor belt start to move. I felt the liquid hit my feet and I knew it
wasn't water since I couldn't control it. My feet felt like they were hardening as the
liquid hit my legs. The hardening hurt and I wanted to cry out but I was powerless to
do so. I could only suffer in silence as more of my body entered the spray and
hardened. The pain became unbearable when my genitals entered the spray. When
my chest entered the spray I stopped breathing and my heart stopped beating. I
thought I was going to die right there and then but I didn't. Soon my entire body had
been through the spray and was hard but at least I wasn't in pain anymore. Somehow
I could still feel my body and I knew that I was made almost entirely of the stuff
mannequins are made of.
"She did turn out to be a lovely mannequin," the nurse said.
"I knew she would when I saw her," the man said as the orderlies picked me up and
carried me over to some sort of pedestal with a metal rod sticking up from it. I felt the
metal rod run up through the heel of my right foot and up through my leg a short up.
"Now to get her measurements," the man said coming into view again holding a
measuring tape. He was going to measure me himself it seemed. He looked behind
me and said, "Height 61 inches." He then took the measuring tape and wrapped it
around my chest saying, "Chest 29 inches." He repeated this for my waist and hips for
measurements of 24 inches and 30 inches. He then asked, "How old was she?"
"She was eleven," the nurse said.
The man looked thoughtful then said, "Well she was pretty tall for eleven and it looks
like she had an A cup."
The man reached down and grabbed my right arm and hand then twisted. I heard and
felt a little click before he took my hand off. He pushed down on my right shoulder and
pulled up straight up on my. Once again I heard and felt the click but this time I could
see my arm come up before the man removed it. The same happened to my left hand
and arm then the man grabbed me around my waist while one of the orderlies held
below my hips. With a twist and click my body was divided in half at my hips. There
was another twist with my left leg and I was fully disassembled. My parts were placed
on a conveyor belt and passed through some sort of machine. As each part was
passed through I felt them flex into new poses. Once all my parts were through I was
reassembled and put on a metal base in front of mirrors.
"Why do you do that?" the nurse asked.
"I like to imagine that they're still alive and can see what lovely mannequins they've
made," the man said.
Well I could see myself. My left hand was on my hip with my head turned to the right a
little bit. My right arm and hand looked like they were relaxed and my feet were spread
apart a bit. My breasts were still the same size though my nipples were just round
protrusions now and my crotch was blank. My hair looked like it was a wig and I was
smiling slightly. I was disassembled again and packed up into a shipping crate. I had
to wonder where I was going.