Magic Shoppe - Feminized (Patreon)

“Welcome to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today?”

The woman who walked in was tall, broad shouldered and narrow at the hips. Her clothes didn’t fit well, stretched over her shoulders as they were. They did display her cleavage well. She had had to make a choice whether to have her blouse cater to her breasts or to her shoulders. Similarly, her skirt did nothing for her figure. Her backside was flat and her waist nearly the size of her hips. If her clothing made her seem less than feminine, her voice confirmed it.

“Hello,” she said with a deep voice. “I’ve got a magic problem.”

“A magic problem?”

She pulled a white, lacy bra and panties set from her bag. “These allow me to become a woman. But I don’t sound like a woman and my proportions are still too similar to how I am as a man.”

“Ah, yes, inter-dimensional pockets. Well crafted,” the proprietor said running a finger along the inseam of the panties. “You put these on and the genitals or breasts swap in or out of the pockets. You were a man when you first put these on, I assume.”

“Yes. I found them in a curio shop in New Delhi a few years ago. And as fun as it was to dabble with being a woman, I’m hoping perhaps to complete the journey and retire these.”

“You want the rest of you to look feminine, too.”

“Yes.”

“Will you want to keep these?”

“No, I’m hoping you’ll take them in trade rather than charging me anything for whatever solution you have.”

“I accept that deal. For my part of it, I have this.” He reached under the counter and took out a choker necklace. “Now, this won’t actually change your appearance immediately. In fact, you won’t wear this anywhere but in the privacy of your home. This choker will drain the masculinity out of you over time. The downside to this is while it’s in use, you can’t move.”

“Can’t move?”

“I suggest wearing it to bed. It has a cycle of operation of about six hours. You put it on and within ten to fifteen minutes you will be stiff as a board. Six hours later, you’ll be able to move to take it off. It won’t work again for at least twelve hours.”

“How long will I have to do this?”

“I’m afraid it will take at least a year to turn someone of your disproportion into a woman of the proportions I believe you wish to achieve.”

The woman sighed. “Is that all you have?”

“Afraid so. At least, in your price range.”

“What would that cost without the trade?”

“Over three grand.”

“These are worth three grand?”

“I’d pay you eighteen hundred for them. I’ll sell them for three thousand six hundred.”

“That’s a nice markup.”

“It is a niche product.”

* * *

It took over a month for Erin to notice the slight changes wrought by the choker she wore each night. She sometimes stood in front of the mirror when she wore it. She resembled a mannequin when the choker was active.

A month later, she was sure she was more feminine looking. She started getting more attention from men when she went out for drinks with her friends. After another month, the men she had seen dismiss the idea of talking to her a few months earlier were approaching her and confused when she shot them down.

Another month passed and she’d had her first boyfriend to last more than five dates. He seemed a bit flaky with money and she saw no future with him. She actually dumped him. She wouldn’t say it felt good to do that to him specifically. But having been the dumper and not the dumpee was a new experience.

Half a year after going to the Magic Shoppe, she had been dating Lars for a couple weeks when she invited him over for a nightcap. The first couple times he stayed the night she didn’t use the collar. But, one night, he asked her about the collar, as it was sitting on a necklace display on her vanity and didn’t look like the kind of piece one would want to show off in that manner.

When he heard about it, he insisted she wear it that night. After they had fooled around, he reminded her, “Don’t fall asleep, yet. Put on the collar.”

“Okay,” she said, getting out of bed. She latched it on and got back into bed.

“I thought you turned into a mannequin when you wore it?”

“Not immediately. Another five or ten minutes and I’ll be stiff.”

He kissed her and then traced circles on her skin as she slowly transformed into a mannequin. Her lips ended up pursed in a kiss when she could no longer move her face. He fondled the mannequin for over an hour before falling asleep.

The whole time, she couldn’t really feel what he did. She registered that his hands had been touching her neck and arms and stomach and breasts and so on. But there was no titillation, no caressing feeling, no groping feelings. As she fell asleep, her reaction to being touched was flat.

When she woke, he had already left. She got up and walked over to the vanity to put the collar where it belonged. As she unclasped it, her mind exploded in ecstasy. She remembered every exquisite touch, every divine fondle, every moment of attention he had paid her. They all stabbed into her mind at once. When she could think again she was lying on the floor panting for breath. She didn’t remember falling down and she wasn’t sure how long she’d been unaware because she wasn’t sure when she got out of bed. It had felt like more than a handful of moments had gone by.

When Lars heard about her morning, he could not wait to come over again and stay to see how she reacted. They met again on a Friday night and when they returned to her apartment, he insisted she should put the collar on immediately.

He was so enthusiastic she was willing to indulge him. For hours, he could not keep his hands, and other body parts, off the mannequin. He fell asleep eventually. She had not experienced anything exciting other than the vicarious thrill of his excitement. His touch did nothing for her and it was his gentle breathing beside her that helped her fall asleep.

She was woken up by him rubbing his cock between her breasts. She had never been titfucked before. And while it didn’t feel particularly special, she was pleased by his ardor. It only occurred to her after he exploded across her chest and face that she still couldn’t move.

He had stepped away after he came. He returned with a damp cloth to clean her off. “I don’t know if you can hear me,” he said as the cloth slid across her skin. “But I thought you said, it stopped working after six hours. It’s almost eleven o’clock. You’ve been a mannequin for like fourteen hours. I’m beginning to wonder if my continued interaction with you has done something to prolong your mannequinhood.”

He bent down and kissed her lips. A finger trailed across her nipple. “I’m going to leave. When you can move, don’t take the collar off. Call me and I’ll come back so I can see what happens when you take the collar off. I would stay but I can’t say I would stop touching you if I did.”

He left. She lay there, still unable to move. It was just after seven o’clock when she was able to move. “Oh, my god, Lars, it’s seven o’clock,” she said into the phone. “It was even longer than the six hours I normally can’t move with the collar since you left.”

“Oh, that’s somewhat inconvenient, I guess. I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry.”

He arrived in less than ten minutes. “I’m here. You should probably be in bed when you take that off.”

“Right.” She lay down and said, “You remove it.”

“Okay. It’s seven twenty-two.” He unclasped the collar and her back arched and her body coiled and she let out an unholy wail. He pulled the collar away and set it in its place on the vanity.

He took out his phone and started the video camera to record her continued cries of ecstasy. Her body vibrated and her arms and legs were totally uncontrolled. He was rubbing himself within a minute and came long before she stopped.

Her body collapsed on the bed.

“Seven fifty-eight. Thirty-six minutes, Erin.”

She was panting for breath. She limbs felt like jelly. “Thir-thirty minutes?”

“Thirty-six. Can you move or should I keep the timer running?”

She waved an arm about loosely until she saw him hanging out of his pants. Her hand clasped around his turgid member. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, thirty-six minutes of pure bliss must be mind blowing.”

“No, I mean fuck me. Get this thing hard and deep inside me now.”

“What? Oh!” He didn’t need to be told a third time.

They fucked for another hour before he couldn’t go any more.

“You are insatiable,” Lars said.

“I think I’m okay now,” she said. “I can’t. We can’t do that too often.”

“Are you sure?”

“Almost a whole day passed since I got into bed last night.”

“Are you hungry? You must be starved,” he sat up, concerned.

“Um,” she thought for a second. “I could eat. I’m not particularly famished, though.”

“That’s good. Let’s get dressed and go out.”

* * *

Painstaking research was conducted for the next couple months. They discovered that the quality and quantity of his ministrations had little to do with the ecstasy she felt. It only affected how long she spent as a mannequin. His periodic attention to her delayed her restoration but how attentive he was played less of role. Not that he was able to keep his hands off her.

She had blocked off a four day weekend to spend in his care. It was the first time she was going to spend the night in his apartment. She didn’t need to pack much of a bag as she would be immobile most of the time.

“Just remember to stop interacting with me by Monday at noon so I have a chance to get to work on Wednesday,” she said.

He performed a scout salute and said, “I will try my best to honor that request.” When she made a funny face at him, he added, “I will. I swear.”

And he did. From Friday night to mid-day Monday, he spent more than half of his time awake sexually acting upon the stiff body of his girlfriend. Some of the other time awake he would just read news headlines or recent memes to her or prop her up in front of his tablet as they watched a movie together.

For her part, she was somewhat bored. The payoff would be when she removed the collar. They had tried removing the collar while she was a mannequin during the months of research. He told her the clasp refused to open while she was stiff and he certainly didn’t want to break it.

Monday afternoon, he had gone out for lunch and she had spent several hours sitting up on his bed. She noticed shortly after he left something that looked like a human arm through the door of his closet. As she stared at it, she also thought she could see hair, probably a wig about a foot or so to the left and above it, where a head would be located. She couldn’t see a face though as the closet interior was too dark.

When he returned, he stepped into the room and stopped. “Can you see her?” He looked from her to the closet and back again several times before declaring, “I suppose you can. This isn’t how I wanted to introduce you.” He opened the door to the closet wider and rummaged with stuff on the floor for a moment before carrying out of the closet a life-sized doll. It was a well-crafted doll, highly detailed to look like a woman. Its complexion was a hair darker than Erin’s. It shared her hair color but the doll’s hair was longer and wavier. The doll had slightly higher cheek bones, or gave the impression of higher cheek bones, than she had. Her chest was larger than that of the doll’s. From there down, their proportions were similar to one another. One thing the doll definitely had that she didn’t was anatomically accurate sexual details. Erin’s chest lacked nipples and her crotch lacked anywhere to penetrate her when she was stiff. Her mouth didn’t open.

“This is Maisie. I’ve had her for a few years. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. As you can see, I haven’t used her recently since we’ve been dating for a while. I was planning to sell her if we become more serious.”

Erin wasn’t upset, not that she could tell Lars. She kind of wished she were more like the doll in one way: Maisie could be fucked. She was feeling a bit horny thinking about Lars fucking the doll while she was helpless to participate.

“I’ll put her away now.”

Again, Erin experienced great frustration with her inability to do anything at the moment. She hoped the payoff at the end would be worth it.

Lars managed to keep his hands and other bits off her the rest of Monday. About mid-morning on Tuesday, over twenty hours since he had last pleasured himself with her body, Erin could move. “Lars?” she called out.

He returned to the bedroom immediately. “Let me setup the camera.”

“Take Maisie out of the closet.”

“Why?”

“When I’m horny after my ecstasy episode, I want you to fuck us both.” She removed the collar and was immediately slammed with an immense orgasm. She caught occasional glimpses of Lars in bed next the her using Maisie as he fingered Erin. The episode of ecstasy, with the added stimulation, lasted for over two hours.

Lars was asleep beside her when she could move her limbs in a controlled manner. Maisie was right next to her. She fondled its tits. They felt almost real.

* * *

“Welcome to the Magic Shoppe,” the tall, thin man behind the counter announced. “What can I do for you today?”

“Remember me,” she said pulling the collar out of her purse. “You sold this to me to help me feminize my features.”

“I usually tell people ‘of course I remember you’ but I didn’t recognize you until you showed me the collar. I see it’s been working. Have you come here to return it? I dare say you probably don’t need it any more.”

“There are side effects of wearing the collar that I really don’t want to stop using. I probably could have stopped a month ago just for the effect of rounding my face and resculpting the rest of my body. But I haven’t stopped using it because of the intense pleasure it provides.”

“Intense pleasure?” He reached out and waited for her to put it into his hand. She did and he pulled a monocle from a pocket to examine the collar closely. “Oh, my. I had never noticed that charm in the choker. And no one has ever told me about it. You must have a partner who touches you while you wear the collar. No one else I’ve given similar charms to had a partner.”

“You could make a lot more money selling it for the pleasure charm than for the body sculpting magic.”

“Well, I’m afraid this charm is a bit dangerous. It’s probably a bit addicting.”

She frowned. “I was actually going to ask you to replace the original charm with something that would turn me into a more anatomically correct doll.”

“You want to be a sex doll?”

“Only for a few hours a night. My partner was immediately turned on when I first told him I was a mannequin every night.”

“Oh. I can do that. I usually don’t tell people how to live their lives. Before I make the change and because you acknowledged the addicting nature of the charm, I want you to leave. I will spend the evening modifying the choker. If you return, I will sell it too you, after you pay $500 for the modifications. If you don’t show up, I will never bill you for the changes. I will just assume you decided you didn’t want be a sex doll.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

“Think about what I said seriously.” The proprietor said as she left.

* * *

They were in his bedroom when she reached into her purse. “I have a surprised for you.” She pulled the collar out of her purse.

“Is that a different color than it was?”

“Get Maisie. I want you to watch you use her when you aren’t using me.” She said as she disrobed and put the collar on before getting into his bed. As before, it took a few moments for her to completely transform.

“Oh, wow, you’re a doll like Maisie, now,” Lars said with excitement. She watched as his pants tented. He arranged the bed with Maisie and Erin sitting next to one another and took a few pictures of them before removing his clothes and getting in bed. He fondled Erin’s breasts and pussy while he kissed her. “You even taste better than before.”

Erin was very annoyed as he played with her. It was exactly the same as before. She could feel him touching her but it didn’t feel any more interesting than shaking someone’s hand. And again, she had no way to tell Lars about her predicament.

After he finished inside her, he turned his attention to Maisie. He made sure Erin’s head was facing Maisie when he starting fucking the original doll. Erin felt a wave of pleasure slowly wash over her. With each stroke Lars made into the doll, Erin’s pleasure rose. If she were alive, her breathing would have been loud and heavy. When Lars came inside the doll, Erin orgasmed.

It was nowhere near the explosion that awaited her when she would removed the collar later but it was still amazing in its own right. Lars switched his attention back to her and she felt ungrateful for wishing he would concentrate more on the doll.

She orgasmed several times before Lars said, “I can’t go any more, ladies.” He picked Erin up and scissored her legs between Maisie’s legs. “Why don’t you girls put on a show for me?”

Erin’s mind exploded as the two dolls’ pussies rubbed against one another. She lost all track of time as Lars made his dolls pleasure one another.

His narration of the dolls having orgasms was completely wrong for Erin but the orgasms were so, so good. She didn’t notice when he had repositioned the dolls so their lips were rubbing against one another. Even that felt better than any kiss Erin had ever experienced in her life. Eventually Lars tired. He spooned the dolls with Maisie on the inside, Erin in the middle, and him on the outside before falling asleep. As he breathed, Maisie’s ass would rub against Erin’s abdomen, the pleasure from this was divine. Erin had no idea when she lost consciousness.

The doll rolled onto its back but didn’t open its eyes. Morning light fell brightly on its face. Lars left it there as he picked up the other doll and took it to the bathroom to clean it. While it dried out, he cleaned the first doll and returned it to the bed. He tried to remove the collar but it would not budge.

He was watching a college football game as the sun descended toward the horizon. Erin stumbled out of the bedroom. “I’m up.”

“Were you asleep or still immobile all this time?”

“A bit of both,” she said looking at the clock. “You won’t believe what I experienced. But first I need to lay down and remove the collar.”

“By the time you are coherent again, the game should be over. I’ll be there after the game.”

“That’s fine.”

Erin spent the next couple hours in pure bliss, only vaguely aware of the world around her. The world came into sudden focus when she felt Lars enter her. She grabbed his ass and, with far more force than he expected, pulled him balls deep into her. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

An hour later they were both sweaty and spent. “Who won?”

“Florida State.”

“Cool.”

She then explained how weird it was that when he touched her, she felt nearly nothing. But when he touched Maisie, she could feel it. And when Maisie touched her, it felt even better.

“I’ll keep that in mind the next time we do this.”

She had some accrued time off and took a month of it in January. Lars spent the entire month pleasuring Maisie or having Maisie pleasure Erin directly. He put Erin in the closet on the twenty-eighth of the month and she was still a doll as February started.

She watched him trying to remove the collar several times. For her part, she was completely horny. While she was in the closet, she could still feel when Lars played with Maisie. Lars put both dolls in the closet and made sure they weren’t touching one another before closing the door. Erin stumbled out of the closet on Valentine’s Day.

And what a Valentine’s Day it was. She thrashed in ecstasy for nearly ten hours and fucked Lars for another two. They showered together and fucked in there too.

“I have a reservation. We could go eat.”

“I am a bit hungry.”

It had been over six weeks since she ate, but no one would have noticed. She didn’t even finish her meal.

“Your office called. You’ve been fired.”

“I figured that would happen.”

“Was it worth it?”

* * *

“It definitely needs a woman’s touch,” Tracy said.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Lars said. He pointed at the bed. “These are the dolls I told you about: Maisie and Erin. I’ve had Maisie for four years and Erin nearly two.”

“They look like they’re anatomically correct.”

“They are.”

She took a choker out of her purse and put it on before removing her summer dress and getting into bed. Ten minutes later she had turned into a mannequin.

“You know I called the Magic Shoppe,” Lars said. “The man said you could have the collar modified so that you were turned into a doll similar to them instead of a mannequin.” As he makes out with the two dolls, the mannequin watched. Its pleasure inexplicably multiplying each time he touched either doll.