Chapter 1 – The Crates

“It is all junk!” Eugene lifted the remaining of the small boxes and placed them in the truck. “My great grandpa dies and leaves me junk.”

“What about the bigger crates in the back?” Charlie walked to the back and ran his hand down the side of the crate. “Could be treasure or something really nice.”

“Yeah sure my great grandpa lived during the civil war so I am sure it is an big screen TV.” Eugene said sarcastically.

“Oh come on it could be something old and worth lots of money like an antique desk or chair.” Charlie started to try and pry at the top of one of the crates. “Well were definitely going to need a crow-bar or something to get these open.”

“Okay lets load them on the truck and we'll check them out later.” Eugene got on one side of the crates and the two loaded them in the truck.

Chapter 2 – Sunday

“Come on lets explore those crates.” Charlie drank down the rest of his soda as the Superbowl ended.

Eugene crossed in front of the couch and gave Charlie his money. The game didn't go the way Eugene wanted and just cost him fifty dollars.

“Yeah maybe I can get my fifty dollars back from on of them.” Eugene followed Charlie out to the garage where they had stored the crates.

“Okay hand me the crow-bar.” Eugene said as he approached the first crate.

Charlie pulled the crow-bar off the wall and handed to Eugene. Eugene began to pry at the corners and finally released the lid off the crate. Eugene began sorting through the crate and pulling out human parts, mannequin parts.

“Oh looks like my great grandpa was a serial killer. Here is the disembodied remains of his last victim.” Eugene laughed.

“It's a mannequin.” Charlie said as he began pulling out more parts of the mannequin. “Hey look here is the head and look at all these wigs. Let's check the other crate.”

Charlie and Eugene spent the good part of a hour opening the other crate to find the same thing.

“Wow it looks like you can construct any type of mannequin using a combination these parts.” Charlie said as he started to join the arm and torso together.

“Yeah old style mannequins. These have to be 20 to 30 years old, definitely not worth anything.” Eugene said tossing a foot back into the crate.

“Yeah I know man; but these will be fun anyways. We could toss them off buildings or push them out in front of cars at the last minute and freak people out.” Charlie said giving Eugene an evil grin.

“Aww man you are so messed up.”

“Me mess up? I bet you are thinking of sexual acts you could perform on these mannequins. You know like pose them up for pictures so everybody thinks you have a girl.” Charlie said as he picked up one of the heads and placed a wig on top of it. “Come on Gene! Put me together and will have a fun time.”

Eugene smacked the head out of Charlie's hand and stormed out of the garage.

Charlie through the parts back into the crate and followed after his friend.

“Okay I sorry man. Let's go out for a burger, I am starved.” Charlie pulled his keys from his pocket and went towards the front door.

Chapter 3 – Home Alone

Eugene ran into the house and proceeded to the garage. He had wanted to play with the mannequins but he knew Charlie would of thought as him as being sick and demented. He didn't really want nothing sick but just more or less just was curious. He had always had a fascination about the female body but being poor, non-athletic, and sort of a nerd he could never attract even women who fell into the same category as him. So he could never get up close and study such beautiful specimens unless you counted those on the Internet or in a playboy magazine that he occasionally looked at for hours on end.

He spent a good hour assembling the pieces to what he thought would be his ideal woman. Red head, dark green eyes, and a curvaceous body. He finally had finished and securely mounted the wig to the body and like Frankenstein stared at his perfect creation. 'Okay this was very stupid there was nothing he was going to get from a mannequin it was plastic and he wasn't even sure the genitalia even resembled anything like the real thing.' He stared into the dark green eyes and immediately got lost within them. Even though they were fake there was a certain mystery to them, it almost seemed as if the eyes were alive. Then he felt a sensation like a burn spreading through his skin starting on his face and Eugene wanted to pull away but something was letting him. He tried to scream but nothing came, he tried to kick free of what was holding him in place but all strength was tapped. The sensations soon spread to the back of his head and down his neck to his shoulders. He now felt he was going to definitely die.

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A few hours had passed and Eugene began to awake. 'What happened? How long had he been out cold?' Eugene brought his hands up to his face and pushed his hair out of his face. Somehow the action seemed strange to him because he never had hair long enough that would get into his face. He grabbed a strand and stared at the bright red curl. 'His hair wasn't red!!!' He was about ready to loose his sanity when he saw the mannequin on the floor. It was him! Although plastic now it was complete copy of himself down to the raven black hair and brown eyes. This must be some sort of dream and he was still asleep, any minute he would wake up and all would be normal.

'If the mannequin was now resembling his old body what did he now look like?' He slowly got up and found that the weight distribution was now different but he still made himself look forward and even though he almost stumbled twice he finally got across the room to a mirror above the fireplace. He had forced his eyes shut before arriving at the mirror and now still kept them closed in fear of what he would see in the mirror. Slowly he opened his eyes and beheld the most beautiful sight that he had ever seen. She was about 5 foot 8 and roughly 90 to 130 pounds. Her eyes were like emeralds, deep and mysterious. He now resembled the mannequin in every detail, but before he could look at anything else he pushed himself away from the fireplace and towards the long couch. 'No this cannot be happening!' He buried his new face deep within the cushion and felt the tears starting to force themselves to the surface.

Hours had passed and Eugene had finally drifted to a deep sleep.

Chapter 4 – Escape

'Who the hell are you?!?' Eugene heard from deep within the consumed sleep that was quickly bringing him back to the surface. His body shook violently which brought Eugene out of the sleep more quickly then he wanted. He opened his eyes to be staring directly into his mother's eyes.

“Oh mom! I am so glad you are home! I had this most horrible nightmare...” Eugene had started and then suddenly stopped to hear that the voice within him was not his own.

“Mom?!? Where is my son you tramp! What have you done with him???” She then started towards the phone. “I am calling the cops!”

“No please I can explain.” Eugene blurted but truthfully he didn't know how to explain.

His mom had already started spilling her guts to the person on the other side of the line before he could say anymore. Eugene had to get out of here before the police got there. He wouldn't be able to explain his present state to the police, it would have been easier with his mom but she was in a very irrational state so all this would have to wait.

Eugene bolted for the door but before he could reach it he tripped over his own feet. His whole center of balance had been thrown off by the odd deformities of his new body. He quickly put his arm over his shirt to better restrain the new assets and pushed his way up again towards the door.

It was kind an odd sight to see a woman running through the streets of Riverdale in bare feet, boxer shorts, and overly large t-shirt.