DollFace: On Display (Patreon)

Adapted from the DollFace™, LLC website under a link labeled testimonials...

It was six in the morning by the time she sat down at her vanity table. As she picked up the DollFace™ No Metab bottle she found a sticky note from Barry. It said, “Use two.” She figured her husband had a good reason for telling her this so she swallowed two of the pills and got down to work. She popped a DollFace™ Throat Relaxer lozenge into her mouth to suck on as she worked. She took out some DollFace™ Solid Hair gel and rubbed it into her hair. She spent a few minutes shaping her hair just so.

She applied the DollFace™ Plastic Shine foundation to her face. To complete the artificial look, she used the DollFace™ Eyes Open eye shadows, eye liner, and mascara. With a couple drops of DollFace™ Eyes Open eye drops her eyes looked like they were painted onto her face. She could not blink or even move her pupils around.

She swallowed what was left of the lozenge and applied the DollFace™ Lip Lock lipstick to her lips. She held her lips closed with the barest hint of a smile seen in the corners of the lips. She held her mouth still for a moment until the lipstick did its job holding her lips in position. DollFace™ Skin Firm on the cheeks finished her face. Her head looked like the head of a mannequin.

She grabbed a box of DollFace™ Nipple-Be-Gones and attached the silicon cones to her nipples making them vanish. Her breasts looked unnatural without nipples. She grabbed the bra off her chair and put it on.

She opened her DollFace™ Display Kit box and took out the DollFace™ Modesty Cover and Stand Attachment. She put the rest of the kit into her shoulder bag along with the DollFace™ Face Hold Deluxe and set the bag aside. She opened the Display Kit and took out a piece of flesh colored (cau-3) silicone in the vague shape of a panty liner pad with a short aluminum bracket attached to one end. She took a tube of DollFace™ Flesh Glue and drew a bead of glue around the edge of the silicone.

She stood up and, knowing of no way to do this in ladylike fashion, she picked up one leg and put her foot on the edge of the vanity surface with her private parts facing the mirror. She put the top of the pad just above the hairless slit running between her legs and held it in place with one hand. Her other hand reach behind her butt for the metal brace and pulled the pad tightly against her crotch. She stood like that for a moment then removed the fingers holding the top of the pad. She gave a little tug to the metal brace and it was firmly held in place. In the mirror, her crotch looked featureless like a doll's would.

With the metal brace hanging just below her butt she could not really sit down comfortably. She went to her wardrobe and picked out a dark blue dress and a pair of matching low heeled shoes. She added her wallet and keys to her shoulder bag. She picked up her phone and attempted to speak. Not a sound escaped her throat thanks to the lozenge so she left the phone on the vanity.

She checked her hair and found it stiff and shiny as if it were molded from plastic and painted. She hurried out of the apartment and walked a block to the bus stop. Some people were oblivious to her odd face and hair but others could not help but take a second glance or just stare openly. Walking down the street with limited ability to shift one's eyes was uncomfortable to her. She was glad she had thought not to drive herself to the boutique.

After the bus arrived she grabbed a hangstrap not far from the front. A couple stops out a woman was standing next to her. After a moment, the woman leaned forward and said, “That is a remarkable look. How did you do it?”

She silently looked back at the woman. Then, she opened her bag and pointed at the makeup kit.

“DollFace™ Face Hold Deluxe,” she read aloud. “Oh, I've heard of that. I thought it was a gag gift. By the way my name is Janet. Would it be too forward to ask if I could touch your face?”

She shrugged as she leaned forward.

Janet's hand traced the line of her jaw. She also touched her hair. “So firm. You can't open your mouth, can you? May I ask why you are made up like that?”

She looked away. Then she held a finger up and grabbed her wallet from her bag. She pulled out a business card and handed it to Janet.

Janet read the card and handed it back to her. “Oh, Bede's Boutique on Seventh. I've been there. They do living mannequin displays. Is that why you are made up like that?”

She nodded taking the card back. She opened her wallet to her driver's license and showed it to Janet. She extended her right hand waiting to shake hands.

Janet shook her hand and said, “Nice to meet you, Carol.” As the bus stopped, she looked around. “This is my stop. If I come by the store this afternoon will you be there?”

Carol nodded.

With a smile, Janet left the bus. Carol was amused to have made a new acquaintance while made up like a mannequin. She felt her stomach tighten. She was not surprised by this. The bottle of DollFace™ No Metab said you might feel some discomfort in your stomach an hour after taking them. It was not really uncomfortable. She was actually relieved to feel the effect in her stomach since it proved it was working.

At the next stop, Carol got off the bus and walked half a block to the alley between Bede's Boutique and a music store. She entered the boutique through the employee's entrance.

Mrs. Bede looked up from her desk and got up to greet her. “Carol,” she exclaimed. “Oh, that is fabulous. You look perfect. I can't thank you enough for doing this today.”

Carol put hand over her heart. She opened her bag and opened the DollFace™ Display Kit box. She pulled out a round metal oval about eighteen inches long and half as wide. She unscrewed a screw in the center and the oval was revealed to be two sheets of metal. She spun one oval ninety degrees and tightened the screw again. The upper oval had a circular bracket a quarter of the way away from the long edge. She took an eighteen inch long three-quarter inch metal rod from the box. There were threads on one end of the rod and twisted that end of the rod into the oval base. She put the base on the floor. She took another slightly narrower metal rod out of box and placed it in the other rod. There was a clamp screw on the bigger rod and used that to tightened the thinner rod in place. It was at a height just an inch or two below the height of the metal bracket between her legs.

She looked up at Mrs. Bede who had just been watching. Carol tugged on her dress and shrugged. She pointed at her feet as she stepped out of her own shoes.

“Oh, I'll go get your clothes and shoes.”

Carol continued to disrobe. She got out a spray can of DollFace™ Skin Hold Primer and sprayed it lightly onto her body. She was putting that away and taking out another spray can, DollFace™ Skin Hold Lock, when Mrs. Bede returned.

“I was going to ask if you needed the bathroom before we finished but I guess you took care of that earlier. You really went all out. Barry said you were really into authenticity but I had no idea these products were so advanced.” She finished as she stared at Carol's nippleless breasts. “So what's next?”

Carol pointed to her feet and Mrs. Bede put the shoes she was holding on the floor. Carol took some DollFace™ Skin Hold cream and rubbed it on her feet before stepping into the high heel shoes. She pointed at the clamp screw and then made a twisting motion with her hands. When Mrs. Bede nodded, Carol stood on the oval base and bent her knees slightly as she guided the bracket below her butt with the top of the display stand with her hand. There was an audible click at which point she pointed again at the screw. Mrs. Bede bent down and loosened the screw. When she could Carol raised herself up to her normal height and pointed again. Mrs. Bede tightened the screw.

Carol reached behind her and depressed a button at the top of the stand and she slid off the stand. Carol next took the jar of DollFace™ Skin Hold cream and showed it to Carol. She indicated her hands and placed them in several popular positions for mannequins.

“Oh,” Mrs. Bede said, “Pose your hands like this.”

Carol rubbed the cream on her hands and, after handing the jar to Mrs. Bede, positioned her fingers as shown.

“What's next?”

Carol assumed a few mannequin poses in rapid succession and shrugged again.

“The second pose was a good start,” Mrs. Bede said and after Carol reposed herself as indicated Mrs. Bede made some additional adjustments until she was satisfied.

Carol indicated the spray can she had set out before. She pantomimed spraying on her body from the neck down, front and back. Next, she pointed at the dress and made a motion of putting it on. And finally, she pointed to the showroom.

Mrs. Bede stepped away and returned with a push cart. She set the Display Stand on the cart and helped Carol step up onto the cart. Then she took the spray can and misted Carol from neck to toe, front and back. Then she helped Carol step into the dress and pulled it up her body. Carol slipped her arms into the straps. Mrs. Bede hiked up the dress as Carol positioned herself on the stand with a click. She then felt the Skin Hold stiffening her body as she quickly posed herself as they had agreed previously.

Mrs. Bede was ecstatic. “You look awesome. But I've changed my mind about the dress.”

As she stepped away for a moment Carol was dismayed. It would be impossible for Mrs. Bede to take the dress off of her now.

Mrs. Bede returned holding what looked like a few rubber bands that she tested in front of Carol's face. “This should do the trick.” She ran a band up each of Carol's frozen arms pulling them up over her shoulder. When both were in place, she gave a tug to each arm and it popped off. “When Barry told me what you were planning, well, I've had these things around for months and I thought I'd surprise you with it.” She took another band and put it over Carol's head. Once in place around her neck, she popped Carol's head off just as easily. She placed the head on a nearby clothing rack pointed at her body. She then removed Carol's dress by pulling it up over her armless, headless top.

Carol barely heard a word of this as she was out of her mind with amazement. “I'd always heard these products were magical but seeing my arms and head removed must prove they are magic,” she thought. “What else could be done with magic?”

“These bands are also made by DollFace™. They're called DollFace™ Separation Points. They only work with the Skin Hold and I never realized that was actually a product.” While she spoke she added separation points to Carol's waist and both upper thighs. Then she pulled another dress over Carol's body and put her back together. The separation points just snapped back in place when the missing piece came within an inch or so of the separation. Once she was put back together and dressed, she added separation points at her wrists. The bands, as they sat on her body, completed the authenticity of her mannequin appearance.

“Now, let's get you in the window,” she stated and called for Martin to join her.

Carol was already held firmly in place, unable to move at all. She could not turn to see who was behind the cart as it started moving. She was glad she was attached to the stand or she might have toppled over when the cart started moving. She could only relax and enjoy the ride through the store to the front window. At the window she got a look at Martin's backside as he lifted her and the display stand off the cart and into the window.

“Turn her a little to the left,” Mrs. Bede instructed.

The rubber feet on the Display Stand made it hard to slide on the floor and it ended up turning suddenly with an awkward jerk. Carol swayed on the stand but did not fall or change position at all. She heard Martin walk away.

Mrs. Bede spoke from behind her, “Enjoy your stay in my window, dear. I have a surprise for you later on.” And she walked away.

Carol was over the moon. She was finally in a real clothing store window modeling fashions as a mannequin. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her body. There were people walking by her on the street outside. Occasionally, one would notice her. Some would just keep walking, seeing nothing special about the mannequin in the window. Others would pause, struck by the thought there was something unusual about that mannequin. A few would actually stop to look her over. That excited her the most. She was glad she was wearing the DollFace™ Modesty Cover as it also protected the dress from her excitement.

One of the people who stopped by was recently familiar. It was around lunchtime when the woman from the bus, Janet, walked by. She stopped and waved at Carol. Carol was not sure but she thought Janet had entered the store. She was sure a few moments later when Mrs. Bede was ordering Martin to take Carol into the back room.

In the back room, Mrs. Bede told Carol that someone wanted the dress off the mannequin in the window. “I had not planned on changing you during the day, so this must be a bit of a bonus for you,” Mrs. Bede noted. She removed Carol's head and arms again to remove the dress. After handing the dress to the customer she quickly returned to Carol with a new outfit to wear. Soon Carol found herself changed and back in the window.

A few moments later, Janet was in front of the store. She held up a Bede's Boutique shopping bag for Carol to see before she walked away.

Carol felt good about making a sale for Mrs. Bede. She just hoped Janet could really afford the dress. The afternoon passed by at a leisurely pace. She was shocked at one point when someone squeezed her hardened ass. “Guess it is a dummy,” muttered a man's voice afterward.

“Sorry to disappoint you, mister,” she thought. She laughed inside. She never would have considered getting her ass grabbed validating. But in her current place, it kind of was.

The sun was setting when Martin put her back on the push cart and wheeled her into the back room. She was a bit bummed that her day was ending. Martin took her off the cart and wheeled the cart away, leaving her alone.

Carol spent the time reflecting on her a day. A few moments later, Mrs. Bede arrived and without a word. She removed Carol's head and arms. She put the head on a rack where Carol could see her own body. Then she removed the dress and shoes Carol was wearing. Mrs. Bede left the room. Carol was confused, guessing this was part of the surprise mentioned earlier.

Mrs. Bede returned with the cart. On the cart was a box about three feet long, half as tall and as wide. She took the lid off the box. She held out a band that was rather big and pulled it down around the waist of Carol's body. She also added separation points to Carol's upper thighs. Then she removed each leg and lay it down in the box.

Carol's jaw would have dropped to the floor if it were not frozen in place. She had a feeling by the way Mrs. Bede maneuvered her legs that there were foam slots or grooves where the body parts fit so they would not shift around in the box.

Mrs. Bede added Carol's arms to the box and then added a foam cover. Next she removed Carol's upper torso from the lower part and laid it down in the box. Then she released the lower torso from the mannequin stand and placed it in the box. She took the pole out of the base of the mannequin stand and slipped it into the box. The base slid into the box along one of the square ends.

Finally, she turned and looked at Carol's head. “This was all Barry's idea. I hope you enjoy this part of the journey.” She picked up Carol's head. As she flew toward the box she could see her purse was already in the box. Her head was placed into a fitted spot in the box between the two torso halves, looking up, out of the box. “Have fun,” she added as she put the final foam piece over the two torso halves and her face.

It was dark. It became pitch black when she heard the lid to the shipping box get locked into place. Carol was beside herself with glee and just a little bit of trepidation. In her wildest dreams she never thought she could actually be a mannequin packed into a shipping crate. Well, her wildest dreams had such fantasies but she never thought those dreams were even feasible.

She felt a vague sense of motion that would start and stop. Could she be on a truck in traffic? Still in the shop? On a boat to Europe? She had no idea and her imagination was going wild.

* * *

After an indeterminate time, she felt an up and down motion like her crate was being put down. More time passed. Finally, the darkness became less dark but she still could not see. The foam on her face was grabbed and moved out of the way. She found herself looking at Barry's face. Her sweet, wonderful husband was unpacking her. Based on the ceiling, she thought she was in the master bathroom. Smooth, instrumental jazz was playing from his phone.

Barry took her head out and put it on the counter next to the sink. He removed her upper torso from the shipping crate. He took a can of DollFace™ Body Release and sprayed it up and down the upper torso. Then he dunked the partial torso in the tub. With a washcloth he removed all of the hold. She watched her breasts jiggle from afar. He carefully rubbed her breasts and Carol was surprised when she could feel it. The rubbing revealed the edges of her DollFace™ Nipple Covers. He popped them off and gave her nipples a nice massage.

He set the torso down and repeated the process with her lower torso, removing the DollFace™ Modesty Cover in a similar manner. Carol did not think he spent enough time caressing and feeling up this part of her body.

He continued with her limbs, restoring them but not putting anything back together. He picked up a can and showed it to her. It was DollFace™ Face Release. He sprayed it all over her face. Almost immediately, the makeup and other stuff stuck to her face started to bubble. She could not see through the bubbling DollFace™ Flat Eye as it foamed up on her face. She thought she heard him leave the bathroom but she could not tell. After a moment, Barry grabbed a corner of the bubbling mass on her face and removed it all like one of those masks you see in spy movies. He wet a washcloth and wiped any residual goo off her face. “Can you talk?” He suddenly asked.

Her jaw was slow to move up and down at first. And the feeling of being a disembodied head did not help. She eventually whispered, “I love you.”

He lifted her face to his and kissed her. She never wanted it to end. He carried her head into the bedroom and showed her her torso had been put back together and it was lying on the bed. He kissed her again and then reattached her head to her neck. He pulled the separation band up over her head and placed it on the night stand.

As he ran his fingers over her limbless body, Carol could not help but moan in pleasure. She wanted to grab him and force him to fuck her immediately. But, she was just a head on a torso. She was completely at his mercy. Would he leave her like this all night? As she reveled in his caresses, caresses she could not stop, he also disrobed. He leaned over her, his mass seeming even greater since she could do nothing to interfere with his motion. He kissed her, holding her head in one hand while the other stimulated a place that, at this point, needed no additional stimulating.

“You're wet,” he commented.

“You're going too slowly,” she whispered back.

He laughed as he was sure he heard, “C'mon, do me already,” in her voice. “I should hurry up? Why? Are you going somewhere? How?”

She laughed, “No, I'm just so horny I can't take it much longer.” She paused, gazing into his piercing eyes. “Alright, fine. Please, please, please, please, fuck me.” She stared at him longingly. Her normal methods of seducing him involved touching him.

He kissed her passionately as he moved himself above her. He guided his erection into her totally exposed pussy. Slowly at first but with increasing vigor, he made love to her. At first, he missed the feeling of her thighs pressing against him, her nails digging into his back, but instead he watched as her head turned from side to side and her back rose and lowered. Those motions being the extent of her mobility was how she expressed herself now. That and her loud cries of pleasure asking for more or harder or commanding him not to stop. He was busy keeping his weight off of her especially because he was enjoying watching her squirm in ecstasy.

Her cries, her writhing, her committing all that she had available into the love making pushed him slowly but steadily toward the point of no return. “I'm coming,” he blurted out as he was about to come.

“Inside,” she managed to say between moans.

And so he did, exploding with pleasure, his cock deep inside her.

She wanted to grab his ass and attempt to shove his cock deeper inside her. Her mind blanked a little as her vagina squeezed his cock, milking it for all it was worth.

He shuddered one last time, finding himself collapsed against her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled them both backward such that he was on the bottom and she on top, while still penetrating her.

“That was wonderful,” she purred while attempting to whip her head around to get her hair out of her face.

He rescued her from her predicament, brushing her hair back with his fingers, away from her face. They kissed again before he sat her up. “Time to get cleaned up,” he announced. He lay her down on the bed and got up.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She heard water running in the bathroom.

He returned. “Let's go,” he said, sweeping her up into his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and placed her in the tub, her back against the edge of the tub. He soaped up her luffa and started washing her chest.

Though she knew it was folly, she feigned to protest, “You don't have to do this.”

“Sh, sh, sh,” he shushed her. “You just relax and tell me about your day while I wash you.”

With a sigh, she recounted her day as mannequin while he washed her limbless body. When he finished, he propped he up against the end of the tub so she could watch as he washed her disconnected limbs in the water. They floated on the surface when he was not holding them under. Occasionally, the end of a limb would poke at her chest as it floated around the tub.

“Are you putting me back together tonight?”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

He pulled the plug on the tub drain. When the water was gone, he let her slid down into the bottom of the tub. He got out and dried himself off. He picked up her legs and arms and dried them off first. She could not see where he was putting them as he finished each one. He took her torso out of the tub and gently patted her skin dry. He carried her back into the bedroom and laid her down on her side of the bed. He crawled into bed behind her and propped her up so she was spooned within his arms and body.

“Good night, Carol.”

She just laughed and said, “Good night.”

* * *

Carol heard her cell phone ringing. She tried to get up to answer it when she realized she had no limbs still. She saw Barry pick up the phone from her vanity.

“There’s no name,” he said as he answered the phone. “Hello?” “Oh, your the woman Carol met on the bus. Hold on.” He put the phone down on the bed next to Carol. “You’re on speaker phone.” He went into the bathroom.

“Hello? Carol?”

“Hello, Janet,” Carol said.

“Everything turned out alright, I guess.”

“Everything was amazing.”

Barry returned to the bed and spooned behind her again.

“I’d love to hear the whole story. Mrs. Bede told me you were going to be shipped home. I’m dying to know how that worked.”

“I should be available for lunch. Right, Barry?” Carol said with a laugh.

“I’m sure you will have yourself all put together by lunch time,” Barry said, holding her arms in his hands.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Janet said.

“I’ll tell you at lunch.”

* * *

Carol introduced Barry to Janet and her husband, Patrick. All four of them became friends over the next few months. One Friday, Barry invited Patrick for a beer after work at a bar downtown and Patrick was happy to tell Barry he was free that night. Janet’s co-workers were meeting somewhere after work.

Barry met Patrick outside the bar. “Good to see you.”

“How’s it going, Barry? Let’s go inside.”

“I want to show you something first. It’s just down the block here.”

“Okay.”

They walked down the block. Patrick was telling Barry a funny story about his job. Barry stopped walking and Patrick said, “What? Something wrong?”

“Look.”

Patrick’s eyes followed where Barry was pointing. Two mannequins stood in the window of the upscale boutique they were stopped in front of. Both were dressed in evening wear, suitable for a night club: tight, high fashion dresses that showed off their curves.

“What?”

“Look at the mannequins closely, especially the one on the right.”

Patrick looked. “Janet?” He said. “Is that Carol?”

“Yes. And, yes.”

“That story Janet told me about how she met Carol: it’s real?”

“Let’s go get that beer.”