Preserving Penelope
By
Edward Hyde


“Oh hello, dear!” the taxidermist’s wife smiled as Penelope arrived for her final appointment. “Everything’s ready for you! The print finished this morning and he’s checked it fully. Everything works like it’s supposed to and all the rough bits have been trimmed off!”

“Great!” the sweet blonde eleven year old grinned. “And how did that special mould come out? I hope that doesn’t have any rough bits!” she giggled. “Don’t want my uncle to cut himself or get sore patches down there!”

“Oh no!” the kindly woman chuckled. “Nothing like that! It came out perfect. In fact, I’ve got it here if you would like to see?” She took a box from under the counter. “Well, the spares, anyway! Just in case!” she winked. Penelope rushed forward with enthusiastic curiosity as the woman took the lid off the box. Inside were two rubbery-looking sausages, about nine inches long and an inch and a half wide, rounded at one end and open at the other.

“Can I touch them?” the young girl asked, her blue eyes wide and sparkling with excitement.

“Of course!” the woman grinned. Carefully, almost with reverence, Penelope lifted one of the objects out of the satin-lined box. The dark pink silicone felt soft, warmer than she expected. The outside was very smooth and she slipped her fingers inside to feel the carefully moulded bumps and ridges. Although she could fit two fingers inside, it was nicely tight. The compound used to take the mould had felt like it stretched her so much, she had been afraid that the finished result wouldn’t grip Uncle Colin properly, but she needn’t have worried. “It turns inside out for cleaning!” the woman explained brightly. “Try it if you like? It won’t tear!” Very gingerly at first but then with increased confidence, Penelope rolled the silicone tube inside out, finding that the smooth outside closed almost solid when on the inside, so much so she could not even get her pinky finger up inside.

“Kinda looks like something else now!” she giggled, waving it around a little before turning it back the right way out. “Pity you can’t do that with real ones, really!” she observed with a cheeky grin. “Might make things easier?”

“I suppose it could!” the woman laughed, taking the silicone cylinder back from her and putting it back in the box before putting the lid back on and tucking it safely away under the counter again. “Well put that in the bottom of the main box.” she explained. “With the instructions and other accessories. Penelope nodded and looked around the shop at the various examples of the taxidermist’s craft on display, remembering her very first visit nearly a year earlier to watch her friend turned into a beautiful statue, one she still waved to every morning on her way to school and again on her way home as it stood majestic and gleaming in the front garden of what had been her home for everyone to see and enjoy, then her second visit just a week earlier in preparation for her own big day.

Some time ago, with her enthusiastic permission, knowing that he needed an incentive to keep focussed on his studies, her parents had made a deal with her Uncle Colin, her mum’s younger brother, that if he successfully graduated from medical school, they would have Penelope made into a love doll for him as a reward. He had always been besotted with her, really from as soon as she could walk and talk but certainly from the age of four onwards when he started taking her on outings to the park or to the beach, never insisting she wear a swimsuit if she didn’t feel like it, and making sure she got properly dried and her delicate skin rubbed with moisturizing cream afterwards so she wouldn’t get dry and itchy.

As she had got a little older, Penelope had started to understand her uncle’s interest in her a little better, even if she didn’t yet have the words to explain it, and had started showing off for him, finding any opportunity to take her clothes off in front of him and even begging him to join her in the bath when he babysat, sitting on his lap and wiggling, enjoying her apparent power to make his willy turn hard despite not knowing at the time why it did that or what it was for. At the age of eight, with a little helpful instruction from her mum, she had given her first blow-job, her birthday present to him, and had been very happy to find out that not only did she enjoy it but she seemed to have quite a talent for it!

As her little sister Maddison had started to get to the age she had been when he had first taken an interest in her, Penelope had worried that Uncle Colin’s affections might be drawn away but was very relieved to find that she remained his clear favorite. He was kind to her sister, of course, and gave her birthday and Christmas presents that were just as lavish as the ones he gave to her, but it was Penelope he continued to share baths with and to take on special outings. Penelope knew that there were some men, and women too, who preferred young girls like her to adult companions and had worried that, as she got older and started to grow up, Uncle Colin might start to lose interest in her so the idea of being preserved for him as eternally young and beautiful was very appealing and when her parents, eager to gain her agreement before making their offer, had pitched the idea of having her made into a sex toy for her beloved uncle, she had jumped at the chance!

The weekend before his final exams, Uncle Colin had come for a visit and, at her parents suggestion, Penelope had shared the bed in the spare bedroom with him. It was the first time they had given their permission for the pair to make love and Penelope had not been sure which of them was the more nervous. They had shared their customary bath beforehand but instead of getting straight into bed naked, Penelope had sent Uncle Colin to the bedroom while her mum helped her prepare for a special dance she had been rehearsing to get him in the mood, as if any encouragement was really required!

The dance had been her mum’s idea. She had explained it was a very ancient custom known as the Dance of the Seven Veils and was believed to have been the dance that Salome performed for her step-father King Herod in the Bible enticing him to reward her with the head of John the Baptist. While Uncle Colin waited with nervous excitement in the bedroom, Penelope’s mum had helped tie the seven colourful sheer silk scarves which formed her costume – two around her waist, two around her chest, one on each wrist and the final one covering the lower part of her face. As she danced she would slowly remove the ones covering her body until she was naked, then at the end would reveal her face by which time, her mum had told her teasingly, her uncle should be ready to “go off like a rocket!”

She had waited outside on the landing while her mum went in, dimmed the lights, told her younger brother to prepare for a treat then set the middle-eastern style music playing. Penelope had burst in on her cue and begun the dance at the foot of the bed, amused by how flustered Uncle Colin seemed to look as she gradually revealed her body despite having been naked in the bath together less than twenty minutes earlier and excited to be performing like this for him. The tingle between her legs which she often felt when she was with him, especially in their intimate moments, felt more and more intense the longer the dance went on and she found herself desperate to feel him inside her.

When the dance was over, she had climbed into the bed and pulled back the duvet then straddled him while he held her hips to gently guide her down as she impaled herself upon his hard, throbbing manhood. The experience was everything she had dreamed of.

“Just think!” she had told him, leaning forward with her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his skin. “Pass your exams and you get to have me like this forever!” And pass them he had so, true to their promise, Penelope and her parents had begun preparations for her conversion. A week ago, she had attended Eternal Perfection for what the taxidermist called “preliminaries”, doing what was necessary to prepare ahead of her actual conversion.

Feeling quite comfortable with the sweet older couple after her last visit, Penelope had come on her own without a chaperone or a friend for moral support. Once again she had been shown the kind of doll she was to be turned into, shown how everything worked and talked through what to expect. She had then taken her clothes off and had been pleased by the compliments both the taxidermist and his wife had given her about her developing body, just entering adolescence with cute little tits like two halves of a fairly small lemon which she had grown since her last visit.

The first stage was a full-body scan for which she stood in narrow perspex tube with her arms held slightly out by her side. As instructed, she had closed her eyes and stood as still as possible, doing her best to keep her breathing light and shallow, while the scanner had moved up and down the outside of the tub, taking ultra-precise measurements of every part of her body, creating a detailed 3D image on the computer. Excited to learn more about the process, she had sat on the old man’s lap, still naked but in the relaxed way she would be around her parents rather than the teasing way in which she sat on Uncle Colin, while he showed her how the computer took this image and smoothed out the details of her features then performed careful calculations to strip approximately three millimetre’s from every surface.

“Peeled like an orange!” she had giggled then watched with interest as her head was removed from the digital model all together as that would be preserved in a different way, essentially as a separate, detachable piece that could be enjoyed independently of the rest of the doll. A gap in the model between her legs was also created which had neatly led on to the next stage of preparation.
To give the most authentic experience, the man had explained, a cast would be taken of the inside of her vagina which would then be used to create a silicone replica which could be taken out to be cleaned between uses. Penelope had giggled at the idea, imagining her uncle having to stand at the sink and rinse his cum out of her pussy before putting her back in the cupboard or wherever he planned on keeping her.

Taking the cast, she had been warned, would be a little uncomfortable and would involve laying still for at least half an hour but he offered to put some music or an audio book on for her so she wouldn’t get bored. She had opted for music and got comfortable on the couch where she had sat to watch her friend Emily’s Polkanisation.
The taxidermist had mixed the compound and loaded it into a large syringe like a caulking gun. To make sure it slid in smoothly, he smeared the plastic nozzle with vaseline but he needn’t have worried, Penelope’s tight, preteen cunt was doing a very good job of self-lubricating! He slid it up inside her then steadily but firmly pushed the plunger and she felt the thick white compound filling her up, stretching her inside just like Uncle Colin’s willy had done. Gradually, at a steady pace, he retracted it until the tip was all the way out, leaving her filled with the slowly-solidifying goo.

“There we go!” the man had smiled as he pushed a simple metal ring with a pin on the end between her plump lips, into the thick compound inside. “Give it half an hour or so and we’ll be able to pull it out, a perfect cast for your uncle. I assume he knows what the real thing feels like?”

“Oh yes!” Penelope had giggle. “How will you know when it’s set properly?”

“I’ll pull gently on the ring.” He’d explained. “If it feels like its pulling loose, it’s not ready yet. But if I feel the resistance and it starts to pull the whole cast with it, I’ll know it’s ready! Try to keep clenched for the first five minutes at least,” he instructed, “but after that you can relax.” Penelope had done as she was told, clenching her cunt muscles the same way she did when she needed to pee and was trying to hold it in. Once it was safe to do do, she had relaxed with her eyes closed and listened to the music. In fact she had become so relaxed and contented that she had fallen asleep, only waking when the taxidermist had shaken her shoulder gently, telling her it was time to remove the cast.

“Just try to relax,” he had told her as he stared to gently “worry” the ring, attempting to loosen the hardened compound which had moulded itself so perfectly to the inside of her vagina, “this might feel rather uncomfortable or sting a bit.” Penelope had nodded and tried to do as he said. There was an uncomfortable tugging sensation then a burning sting like ripping off a bandaid as he got the now solid cast loose. Carefully, pulling her delicate lips apart with his other hand, he eased the irregular white cylinder out then held it up to show her. “There you go!” he grinned. “That’s what you look like on the inside!”

“Good to know!” Penelope had giggled. “But what about the other hole? You know,” she blushed a little and bit her lower lip, “the back door? Will he be able to use that too if he wants to?”

“Oh yes, absolutely!” the man had assured her, carefully wiping mix of vaseline and natural girl-honey from the cast before setting it down on a metal tray. “The kind of doll we’re making is fully functional, but that part is not so easy to get a good cast of so we use a tight generic sheath for that. Now,” he looked over at his wife who had come in with a tray of drinks. “Have your lemonade then my wife will help you get cleaned up. It’s a pretty safe procedure and a non-toxic substance we use but the last thing you want is to get an infection down there so close to the big day!” Penelope had agreed whole-heartedly and sipped the delicious, chilled, home-made lemonade while the taxidermist’s wife admired the cast that had just been pulled out of her.

As soon as Penelope had finished her drink, the kindly woman had led her out of the workshop and into the bathroom where she had showered off before after helping to polish the statue that had been Emily. The lady did a very thorough job with the shower and a soft flannel while Penelope stood in the bath with one foot on the side and her hand on the woman’s shoulder to steady herself.

When they had got back, the taxidermist had gone through the final stage of preparation with her, helping her choose the artificial eyes from his case that most closely matched her own electric blue colour then, since her real finger and toe nails would fall off during the preservation process, picking out a set of artificial ones to be stuck on in their place. These were available in a variety of lengths and shapes and natural style or pre-coloured as if wearing nail polish. Penelope had picked a set that were not especially long but looked well manicured and which were mostly natural but with a slight pearlescent quality to them which she found very pretty. This way, she had explained her reasoning to the taxidermist, Uncle Colin could paint them different colours if he wanted to but they would still look nice without.

After that, she had got dressed again and the couple had sent her on her way with a big tub of special moisturizer to use after showering in the mornings and before bed and a set of instructions about what foods and drinks were a good idea and what should be avoided in her final week as well as some exercises she could do. Now her big day had come and she would not be going home alive. She would be leaving the shop when her parents collected her the next morning on their way to Uncle Colin’s graduation party.

“Would you like to see the box?” the kindly older woman smiled. “It’s all ready for you. We’ve actually got it in the living room as it was taking up a lot of space in the workshop and my husband’s got another big project on at the moment!” Penelope was intrigued by this comment but more intrigued to see the box in which she would be presented so followed the taxidermists wife through a door behind the counter into their home which adjoined the shop.

“Do you need to lock the door?” Penelope asked, not wanting the sweet couple to be robbed while she was looking at her accessories.

“Oh no,”the woman assured her with a warm smile. “I can hear the bell from here if anyone comes in!” The living room was cosy and welcoming with lots of family photos around. A naked baby, almost too small to be real, was curled up on a cushion on the mantle piece, apparently sleeping.

“Who is that?” Penelope asked, hoping the question wasn’t indelicate.

“That’s our second daughter.” The woman smiled a little sadly. “She was born early and didn’t make it and we couldn’t stand to think of her going into the ground or being burned up so… Well, my husband worked his magic so we could keep her with us forever. He did a good job, don’t you think?” Penelope nodded quietly. “And with the bits that were left over, I made a lovely stew! But that was all a very long time ago!” she smiled again, clearly finding the memory bitter-sweet. “This is what you’ve come here to see!”

On the coffee table in the middle of the room was a long, oblong box made from highly polished pine, stained pink in such a way that the beautiful wood grain was still clearly visible. The box was about five feet long and had four gold handles, a bit like those of a coffin, two on either side. At one end was a drawer about four inches deep which, Penelope realized, must be the space for the accessories and instructions the woman had mentioned earlier. The rest of box was padded and lined with pale pink satin.

“It’s beautiful!” Penelope gasped, running her fingers along the edge. “Did your husband make this too?”

“Oh yes,” the woman beamed proudly, “he’s a many of many talents! I’m so glad you like it!”

“Does it have a lid?” Penelope asked, noticing the catches around the top.

“Oh yes of course!” the woman grinned. “It’s not just for storage, it can double as a display case if that’s what your Uncle would like? It’s leaning against the other side of the table. You can pick it up if you want to, just be careful as it’s a little heavy and that’s real glass!” Excitedly, Penelope moved around the table and found the lit propped up against it on its side. Heeding the warning, rather than lifting it up she decided to kneel down beside it to get a good look. The edge was the same pink-stained, polished wood as the main box but with a glass front. The frame was about two inches thick except at the bottom where it was big enough to cover the pull-out drawer and on this section was a brass plaque with ornate edges. Across the middle in elegant, italic letters was her name, below which was the Eternal Perfection logo and above which was written, in the same beautiful font, “With Love”.

“Oh it’s gorgeous!” Penelope gushed. “I didn’t realize it was going to be so special! I was just expecting a cardboard box with a plastic window like a Barbie!”

“Oh no!” grinned the taxidermist’s wife. “You’ll be far too special a doll for something like that! Oh, your outfit came too!” Penelope stood and looked over with excitement. She and her mum had picked the outfit she would be presented in from a small catalogue of available choices so she knew more or less what it was going to look like but it was still exciting to see it in person! The woman pushed the door closed to reveal the outfit hanging on the back of the door so any wrinkles would fall out. Penelope gasped again. Like the box, it was far more beautiful in person than she had expected!

The chosen outfit in which she would be presented to her beloved uncle was a white, sleeveless nightgown, cut low in the front, trimmed with very pretty lace and made from a shimmering, translucent white fabric, quite similar to the angel costume she had worn for the last two years in her Church’s annual Passion Play. Also hanging from the hook were a crown of artificial flowers and a white velvet choker with a diamond pendant hanging from it. Penelope knew that this was to hide the join between her head and the rest of her body.

“I really will look like a fairy princess!” she exclaimed softly in awed tones. “So,” her mind returned to the important business of the day, “is he ready for me? Can I go in?”

“You can go in, I’m sure!” the woman smiled, “But he’s going to be busy with that other project for a little while longer. You can go in and watch ‘though!” she assured her. “Just don’t get in the way!”

“Oh I won’t, I promise!” Penelope replied earnestly. “But what’s the project?”

“A special commission for the church.” explained the woman. “Oh not yours!” she added quickly, seeing the puzzled expression on the young girl’s face. “The Catholic one! They’re moving to a new building and they’ve commissioned a special new crucifix!”

“Oh cool!” grinned Penelope. “I definitely want to go see what he’s come up with, if that’s okay?”

“Of course dear!” the woman smiled, walking with her back into the shop. “You know the way!” Happily, Penelope skipped off towards the work shop at the back of the main shop and showroom where heads, hands and girl-leather products were sold as well as assorted figures of girls, boys and young adults showcasing the full range of products Eternal Perfection could supply. Like Emily when she had come for her own conversion, Penelope had dressed that day in very light, loose clothing, least she ended up with pressure marks from elastic or buckles on her soft skin. She had opted for a pretty yellow summer dress, tied at the shoulders, with no panties underneath of course, and a pair of flip-flops.

The first thing she noticed upon entering the workshop was something that resembled a hospital bed or massage table on wheels which was set up next to one of the taxidermist’s work tables. On this table was laying a headless, humanoid shape made from a translucent, pale blue material with a system of darker blue vein-like tubes rubbing through it and a vague hint of something red deeper inside. She knew that the object was the body of the doll she was to become, created from the scan of her body created on her previous visit.

Close to the kiln which currently stood open as it had for Emily was a large, heavy-looking wooden cross made from a very solid, durable wood like oak and stained dark brown. Just below where the two beams intersected was a hole all the way through, as if waiting for a peg. There was another hole about a foot lower and then a third towards the bottom of the upright bar. An exact replica but unstained and made from a much lighter wood like pine or even balsa was laying on the ground just in front of the clear-sided chamber where Penelope had watched the taxidermist coat Emily with the white powder which had bonded to her skin then turned to bronze in the kiln. Waiting in the chamber was a young man of maybe eighteen or nineteen, naked of course and with a very toned body. His light brown hair was short and he had a soft, youthful beard on his chin. The taxidermist himself was standing beside the chamber in his protective suit, holding his mask.

“Oh hello!” he grinned as Penelope made her presence known. “Sorry I’m running a little late! Come and meet Craig!” Penelope stepped forward a little shyly and smiled at the young man, giving him a half wave by raising her hand.

“Hi!” Craig grinned. “You must be Penelope? I heard you were coming soon! That doll thing is so cool!” He sounded genuinely impressed. “I was checking it out before you arrived. The plans for me are less fun but, I guess, more artistic!” Penelope giggled. “Come in, sit down!” he invited with a very genuine smile.

“So you’re going on the cross?” Penelope asked, getting settled on the sofa with her legs tucked underneath her bottom. “Are you from the Church or did they recruit you from somewhere?” The taxidermist left them chatting for a few minutes while he checked the airbrush that would spray the white powder onto Craig’s damp skin.

“Oh I’m from the Church.” he smiled. “There were a few of us who volunteered and they held a vote during the service one morning. I won!” he informed her proudly. “Been trying to grow my beard out ever since,” he stroked his chin, “but I guess this will do!”

“What about your hair?” Penelope asked curiously. “Isn’t Jesus normally depicted with long hair?”

“That’s what the wig is for!” Craig gestured to a wig on a polystyrene mannequin head which seemed to already be infused with the white powder. It was long and lightly curly and would likely fall around his shoulders. “It should fuse properly in the kiln.” he informed her in a matter of fact tone.

“What about a loin cloth?” asked Penelope. “Is that going to be Polkanised too or will they put a cloth on one you when you’re done?”

“Oh no!” Craig chuckled. “The Church committee decided to go for full historical accuracy! Romans crucified people naked so that’s how I’m going to be displayed! I even got myself circumcised specially for authenticity!” He pointed to his quite impressive penis which was standing at full attention. “What do you think?”

“Looks good!” Penelope giggled, thinking of the teens who were always crucified naked in her own Church’s Passion Plays. “Is that historically accurate too?” She pointed up and down, clearly indicating his erection.

“Actually yes!” the taxidermist cut in with a grin. “Studies have shown that it’s a normal response from a body being crucified so it’s perfectly in keeping!” Penelope chuckled. She had always assumed that the boys she saw crucified in her Church car park had erections because they were excited about what was happening to them and being shown off naked but perhaps it really was an involuntary reaction of their bodies to what they were enduring.

“He is risen indeed!” observed Penelope with a cheeky giggle, remembering the traditional Easter morning response. The two men joined in the laughter before the taxidermist put his respirator mask on and entered the chamber with his spray-gun attached to the pressurised canister. Just as she had done with Emily, Penelope watched as the taxidermist began to coat Craig with the highly toxic white powder from the feet upwards. Unlike Emily, the young man had some natural body hair which was also sprayed and the taxidermist used his fingers to mould the bushier parts into neat curls like a Greek or Roman statue.

Although she was a little impatient to get on with her own conversion, it was at least interesting for Penelope to watch the young man carefully and evenly coated with the white powder which, she knew, would already be starting to bond with his skin. When the taxidermist reached his shoulders he paused and took the wig from its stand and carefully fitted it, making sure that it hung as naturally as possible and that any stray strands of Craig’s own hair were tucked away underneath it. He then completed the process, spraying the model’s face and neck, carefully sculpting his beard with his fingers the same way he had done with his pubic hair.

“How do I look?” Craig asked as he stepped out of the chamber and the taxidermist prepared for the next step by removing his full respirator but putting on a simple filtration mask. Once the powder had bonded to its subject, it was reasonably safe for those close by but as he still had some fairly close-up work to do on this particular project, he did not want to take any chances!

“Kinda pale!” Penelope giggled. “Perhaps you ought to lay down?”

“Good idea!” Craig chuckled. “Luckily I know just the place!” He lay down on the pale wooden cross on the floor and got as comfortable as he could, laying with his arms out in the typical cruciform pose. The taxidermist too a wedge-shaped piece of wood coated with the same white substance, similar to the block Emily had stood on to enable her base to be buried deep enough to keep her from falling over or being stolen while still looking like she was stood on the ground, and Penelope saw that it had a long peg on the back. The man pushed this into the bottom hole in the cross and Craig bent his knees to rest his feet on it, one on top of the other. On another of the work-tables was a small brazier that Penelope had not noticed before and in this were three very large bronze nails, more like railway spikes really, with wide heads. Their intended use was fairly obvious and Penelope felt a distinct tingle between her legs at what she was about to witness, but something about the preparation intrigued her.

“Why are you making them hot first?” she asked as the taxidermist lifted one out with tongs to check and seemed happy with the faint orange glow that he saw. “They don’t normally do that when they crucify the boys and girls in the plays at Church?”

“Ah well that’s the difference between art and theatre!” the man grinned, carefully carrying the nail over to his model as it turned from orange to black while remaining wickedly hot. “For the shows you put on, the bleeding is all part of the drama, people want it to be messy and spectacular!Not to mention the physical pain of the actor. For what we’re doing here, however,” he explained in a friendly tone, picking up and large mallet and carefully placing the tip of the nail against the heel of Craig’s powder-coated hand, “requires neatness. A lot of blood would just make a mess and we don’t really want Craig writhing around if we can help it. A hot nail seals the wound instantly as well as killing the nerve-endings. It will be intensely painful for a few seconds but that is all and there will be virtually no bleeding. Ready?” he asked the young man who looked a little nervous but nodded before turning his head the other way so he would not see the hammer coming down. This enabled him to make eye-contact with Penelope and she smiled at him reassuringly, remembering what she had been told during Emily’s conversion about how the toxic properties of the compound also provided a good deal of numbness and a feeling like being drunk or drugged so the necessary pain involved in the Polkanisation process was easier to endure than a similar experience in a more raw state would be.

The hammer came down with a heavy thud and, although Craig did give a small yelp, he did not scream or try to pull his arm away. The hot bronze passed through his wrist like butter and the wood to which he was being nailed was soft enough that two blows was all it took to push it all the way in.

“On down, just two more to go!” Penelope reminded him encouragingly and he could not help by smile back at her as he readied his right wrist and the taxidermist collected the second nail. This time, perhaps reassured by how easy and relatively painless the first had been, he did not look away as the hammer was raised but watched with interest as the nail was driven in. Finally the third nail was hammered through both feet and into the wedge that was pegged into the cross.

“All done!” the taxidermist smiled. “Wait here!” he instructed with a cheeky wink as if the crucified young man had any other choice.

“So you’re going to be one of those special dolls?” Craig asked from his prone and pinned position, making conversation both to pass the time and to keep his mind off his discomfort. “I was looking at the innards or whatever you call that before you came in.” he continued, clearly meaning the headless figure which lay on the work counter, “Amazing what they can do these days, isn’t it?” Penelope nodded enthusiastically. “So who’s the lucky recipient?”