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Toy Maker Ch 2

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"I'll get the mail, mom!" Nate shouts up at his mom, while walking out the front door. Nate reaches the mailbox, opens it, reaches for the mail, before getting hit in the back of the head. Last thing Nate saw was his mailbox coming towards his head, but they collide.

Nate awoke, standing. First things he notice, he was what looked like a mannequin warehouse. Everywhere around him, was a mannequin. The next thing Nate noted was a small table in front of him, with various tools, and mannequin parts on it. The last thing Nate notes, which he thought was important, something hard, and stuck to the floor was going up his butt, restricting his movements. "Ow!" Nate says, trying to get off it, but having no luck. He reaches down, and feels cool metal against his hands. "A pole?" He wonders out loud. He hears movement from behind some mannequins, and goes quiet.

A young man, about the same age as Nate, walks over. He appeared sickly, although his blue eyes appeared full of energy, and hatred. "Ah, Nathan, you are awake!" He says, clapping his hands together. Nate glares, and asks, "Did you put me on this pole?" The man laughs, "Yes, my friend. That's where you belong." "I don't belong on a pole!" Nate shouts, trying to strangle the guy. The man laughs, turning to the table. He looks everything over, ignoring Nate's outrages, and says, "Well, looks like I got everything. Now, time to work." He picks up a screw driver, examines it, then sets it back down. He turns towards Nate, smiling, and says, "Listen, Mr. Nathan, it's time to work. Will you behave?" Nate glares, trying to flip him off, but realizing his arms wouldn't respond. Nate tries to open his mouth, but nothing happens there.

"Now, now, my friend, we got you started. Time to work," the man says, moving Nate into a standing position. He quickly removes Nate's clothes, using scissors when necessary. He tosses them aside, saying, "Don't worry, you get new clothes later." Nate just glares, as the man squeeze's Nate's waist. Nate's waist adjusts, leaving what looked like an ideal shape for a woman's waist. "Now, next part," he says, moving Nate's hips, to make them wider. Nate feels a push on his groin, but when the hand stops at the base, and didn't enter, Nate become real worried. The man rubs Nate's legs, shaping them, before rubbing Nate's arms. He moves to Nate's face, rubs that, and then fixes Nate's hair into a bun. "Hm... he says, before pushing Nate's shoulders in, causing Nate to become skinnier, while his shoulders shrank even more. Nate spots a mirror past the table, and from what he could tell, he looked quite feminine. "Now, for the last part," the man said, walking to the table, and picking up two fake boobs. He walks over, puts them close to Nate's chest. Nate thinks - Please no, please! - The man thinks, and puts them back down. "Too big... let's see..." he grabs another pair, and then holds them near, "Close enough."

Nate would have screamed, if he could, as the man placed the boobs on Nate's chest. He felt them pressing onto his skin, before they started to pull it. Nate was shock, noting how the boobs felt real, instead of fake. After a few seconds, though, a new feeling was passing through Nate. He felt like plastic was covering his body, while his insides seem to be disappearing. The man taps on Nate's stomach, and a plastic echo sound is heard. If Nate could, his face would have paled with that sound. "Now, time to check," the man said, grabbing Nate's arm, and removing it from the socket. The arm looked like a female mannequin arm. Nate glances at the mirror, seeing a female version of himself, but as a mannequin. She also notes that her feet no longer touched the floor. The man looks up, and smiles, "Whoops, forgot the eyes."

The man grabbed a squirt bottle from the table, leaving Nate's arm there, and walks over. He hold one eye open, sprays it, then does the same to the other. Nate's eyes stung for a second, as they switched to painted on eyes. Nate's vision simply blurred durning the transformation, then return back to normal. "Now, where to send you, Hinata?" the man asks, taking Nate apart. Nate was scared, especially when her head was removed, and placed in a box, surrounded by packaging peanuts. After a few moments, and weird sensations to Nate, the box closes, sending Nate into a world of darkness.
Next chapter of Toy Maker. This time, the victim is my friend :iconneito56:

Now, this one is more to poke fun at Nate. Why? Because what's the real life counterparts to the bases he does? Answer: Mannequin's! (laughs at dumb joke)

Actually, that is the reason why I picked Nate for this, simply because of the base art he makes. But when I originally came up with the Toy Maker series, I thought of him right from the beginning.

As for what happens to Nate, well, keep an eye out in fashion stores...

Nate belongs to :iconneito56:
Keith, though unnamed here, belongs to me
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I hope this bastard gets what's coming to him.