"Right this way miss"
Marybeth led Abby to the private massage area where the nylonizer was quietly concealed.
"Please remove your shoes and have a seat, we'll get started right away"
Abby paused for a moment, something strange about the bubbly clerk, then kicked off her red heels. Nestling in to the fold of the chair, she relaxed her body. Her calves slid between the pads of the nyonizer. She set her head back against its shine surface as her arms laid on the rests.
"There you are" Marybeth chirped "Now all of your worries will be gone, forever"
Abby turned her head at the comment and began to speak as restraints shot from the chair capturing her ankles, wrist and neck. Wrestling against the restraints she tried to scream, but the band around her neck kept her from making a sound. Marybeth looked at her struggling victim and smiled as she activated the nylonizer, she was very excited about her first customer.
Energy crackled and began to move over Abby's body. Her expression became a look of terror as opaque black nylon began to form at the tips of her fingers and toes. Slowly it began to move up her arms and legs. Abby's terror began to turn to pleasure as the silky black enslaving fabric moved its way up her body.
Her eyes fluttered as the soft black fabric moved further up, disappearing under her red skirt and black and white top.
"very good, soon you will be permanently relaxed, all your stress gone forever, won't it be wonderful" Marybeth chirped.
"Mmmmmmmm..." Abby moaned as her body glowed with the enslaving energy of the nylonizer. The sheer black fabric appeared at the cut in her shirt and began to mover towards her head as the final transformation began. The neck collar snapped open to allow the enslaving mesh to make its final ascent.
"Oh my god, what is happening to me..." Abby cried out one final time before the mesh moved over her mouth, silencing her plea. The black fabric covered her face with a shiny black gauze, her entire body now permanently enmeshed in the silky black enslaving nylon. Abby shuddered one final time as the chair erased the remnants of her personality and will, Abby the girl was no more.
Marybeth released the restraints as the nylon covered form of Abby rose from the chair. She admired her work, what a great job she had done. Abby's blank face sheathed in the nylon mesh and encircled by her long hair, the last remnant of her former self, stared blankly ahead, a faceless, mindless nylon slave still clad in her skirt and top, all the rest shiny black nylon.
"This one is now nylon. She obeys John. She will do what she is told. What is your command master..."
