“Shelby where’s today’s paper?” Zeke asked as I sat down at the table in front of a white ceramic soup bowl.

“In the god damn living room where you left it, by the phone,” Shelby said, her voice stretched and irritated.

“Now don’t be mouthin’ off with me,” Zeke said angrily as he raised the spoon to his mouth and sipped the broth.

“Shut it old man,” Shelby took a seat. “If I leave whose gonna make your soup for you?”

So, been awhile for this one. Time to catch you all up.

Please enjoy.

Once I reached the alter, a acolyte wearing a black cassock and white surplice approached me and offered me a hug. I was shocked at first, till I noticed the acolyte had shoulder length brown hair and baby blue eyes and a soft heart shaped face, I could place the face but not the name, then when she spoke I knew who it was.

There wasn't one single company capable of matching the quality of work Karen and Henry were doing. Most of them tried to duplicate her work by ordering a model and disassembling it to find out how she accomplished it. Piece by piece, their lab technicians would dissect her models. At the end they experienced the same results as the medical research laboratories. Except for being polymer instead of skin and bone, it was an exact duplicate of the entire human anatomy. The programming she was running to complete one model had to be horrendous and yet she never made two models alike. The bytes of data Karen was using was incomprehensible to most model makers. They weren't programmers though, most of them were chemical engineers designing the plastics used in their manufacturing. Karen was a computer engineer who worked on the design of the models from a graphics equation perspective. Henry helped research the plastics used to build the models. Same problem to all the companies competing in the model market. Different approach by the engineers.

Dad kept looking in the rear-view mirror. He was nervous for some reason and I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead as he turned his head.

‘Daddy, what's wrong?’, asked Suzie who was sitting behind me on the back seat.

Chapter 2: The Struggle is Real

Two hours into his first day, and Evan found himself in heaven. Well…almost. He couldn’t help it. He was surrounded by all of his favorite things. The sexiest, and laciest bra’s and corsets. The cutest fishnets in colors and designs he hadn’t even seen before. Not to mention the panties…. It wasn’t as if Evan was exactly a stranger to dressing up in women’s undergarments…quite the opposite actually. But God if only he could be the woman he wished he was sometimes….

“Okay, sit down,” I indicated the toilet. Audrey obediently plopped down on the seat while I grabbed my makeup wipes. I briefly wondered how hard I would have to scrub her face to get this crap off. Really depended on how they’d sealed it on. If it was just a setting powder yeah, okay, but if they’d gotten carried away? I might have to take a belt sander to her face. I leaned in and readied the makeup wipe. “We’ll have you home in just a bit.”

“Um, Aleah?” She said. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and tear stained. Pleading.

Once they go to back room, the witch closed the door. Melissa could barely see anything at all until the witch turned on a light switch near the wall. The room was mostly empty, except for a few boxes along with plenty of cobwebs and dust. It was about as creepy as the rest of the store, Melissa decided.

“You are quite the good little sub”, the witch commended. “I’ve seen you in action. If you can survive what I have in store for you tonight, you can have your little witch back. But be forewarned this is not going to be an afternoon of Tiffany’s childish games for you”.

Finding Zoey – Part 2

(Copyright 2019)

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“You think this’ll fit me?”, asked Melissa holding up a bra made for a preteen girl.

Tiffany laughed. “No way…at least not in the cups….maybe the band size”.

Melissa just looked at her confused.

“Do you even know what size bra you wear?”, Tiffany asked.

“Well..not really anymore”, Melissa answered, looking away.

Tiffany walked over in front of Melissa. “I know your secret”, she said in a tantalizing tone, her eyes practically sparkling.

Melissa backed up slightly “Uhhh what secret?”, she asked, giggling nervously.

Several months had passed and Melissa could tell that it was close to Christmas now. After months of being changed in and out of various types of lingerie and swimsuit as well as a French maid costume for Halloween, Melissa wondered what she’d be dressed as now. The whole ordeal was a mix of humiliation as well as pleasure and excitement. Melissa had gotten a bit more used to being a mannequin and forced to stay in one position now, but she still hated how the witch treated her like an object and fondled her whenever she dressed her.