A different kind of modelling - Yukie

Mikie watched with a mix of horror, fascination, and - though she didn't want to admit it to herself - lust, as Yukie slowly started turning into plastic; the chemicals in the shower effecting the change. It started at her chest and spread outward from there, with Yukie's movements gradually slowing down as she came closer and closer to being a simple mannequin.

"Mikie, this feels sooo gooood!" Yukie managed to gasp before her lips became moulded plastic.

"I'm sure it does Yukie," replied Mikie, placing her hand across from her friend's on the glass, "but is it worth giving up your humanity for?"

Yukie managed to smile and give a slow nod as her last voluntary movement.

"Mannequin #258 - designation Yukiequin - has finished in the shower, please come pick her up to finish the processing." A man behind Mikie said into a radio. "Now miss, should I call someone to escort you out? Once the subject has reached this point their guest is no longer allowed with them, we can't allow any of our secrets out or others might start trying to steal our business; and they might not be ethical enough to wait for willing subjects to find them."

Mikie looked at her plastic friend, recalling her words and the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she changed and said...