I then heard the sound of squeaky casters, followed by the sight of Tessa pushing a large mirror with a duffle bag hanging from her shoulder. She placed the mirror so I could see myself and slung off the bag and opened it. She pulled out a shield. Why did she need a shield to make a sculpture?
"You see Rick, your about to watch a plan unfold that Dr. Stone, my sorority sisters, and I have been working on since last year. For starters, Julie wasn't a virgin. I think you were guy number 2 or 3 for her. We needed the bait to be able to play the part perfectly and she was closest to the real thing. Before we went through with this plan, we wanted to test you and see if you really were that much of a low-life. Congratulations, you passed. Anyway, Dr. Stone showed me this shield and explained it's powers." Tessa held it in the mirror. It had the face of Medusa engraved on it. "As you can see, the reflection does nothing to you. Also," She then held it in front of her face. "Because I'm a chick, I can look right at it and still...nothing."
She lowered the shield and focused her evil smile my way. "When Dr. Stone called and told me we had a candidate to test this out, I thought 'awesome' but when I found out it was you, well that was just too perfect! You're whole life you've looked at women as nothing more than sex objects for your own pleasure. Now it's your turn to found out what it's like to be treated like an object. With this shield, I'm going to turn you to stone. You will be suspended in the feelings of arousal which you are feeling right now, but make no mistake about it. This is for our pleasure." She then said with a giggle, "As far as sex afterwards, well, you're definitely fucked!"
Needless to say, I still didn't take her words seriously but it was clear to me that the situation was weird. I still had the euphoric buzz and the sexual arousal, but I found I could force myself to move slowly. I forced a step towards her.
"Nice!" she said "Your even going to pose for me."
As I took a second step she tilted her head slightly and said, "Mmm...That'll do." She stood with one hand on her hip and held up the shield as if she were a proud warrior. The eyes on the shield as well as her eyes began to glow red.
I instantly froze in mid-walk. My body felt like I had dry skin to the thousandth power, almost as if I was covered in paint and it was starting to harden. I noticed in the mirror - my skin was turning gray. There was a crisp, cracking sound. I had to do something quick! I gave it my all to try to move. I tensed my body up and flexed all my muscles out as far as they would go. If I could speak I would have grunted like I was bench pressing. With all that effort, I felt myself budge about an inch and saw tiny cracks appear all over my body. Before I could even relax my muscles, the cracks quickly smoothed out and the grayish color was getting lighter. Now I couldn't move at all. At first it felt like I was encased in a stone shell but as the color got lighter and the cracking began to sound muffled, it felt like it was sinking deeper into my body. My eyes became little white orbs (I have no idea why I could still see). In the mirror, I saw myself standing there with very detail captured in stone, just as Tessa had said. I had become a white alabaster statue! Tessa's eyes and the shield's stopped glowing. When she lowered the shield she looked as if she was shaking off some cobwebs.
"That was a rush." She replied with a deep exhale.
There was then a knock on the door. "All set!" yelled Tessa.
The door then opened and Dr. Sandra Stone walked in. She looked me up and down as she walked past me. Tessa put the shield back in the bag and handed it to her. She looked at the bag then at me. "Cool!" She commented with an approving nod. She was looking at me in utter amazement, but she seemed more impressed with the effects of the shield than the fact that I was standing in front of her totally naked. Dr. Stone put on her glasses and pulled out a small notebook. In a state of awe she circled around me and inspected me.
She then stopped to knock her knuckles on my chest. As she began jotting down data she admitted to Tessa what she'd done. "I hacked the computer and fixed his records. As far as anyone knows, he got expelled for plagiarism. You'll get a cut of the cash I get for the shield, you get to keep him," She then smiled. "and by the way, he looks absolutely beautiful! He definitely gets you a 4.0 for sculpting class."
"The best thing is we don't have to listen to anymore of his bullshit."
After Dr. Stone left, Tessa yelled into the hallway for her sorority sisters to come in and check this out! As they began piling in, the site of me naked, muscles flexed, turned to stone, and with a big hard-on was met by many giggles. I also heard coos like "wow!" and "That shield thingy actually worked!" Around twenty-five or so girls had filled the room. In time, they all had drinks and a party had gotten underway. They cranked the music up and danced everywhere around me. Throughout the night they continued making comments like, "Tessa knows how to make a man stiff!" or "That body was already rock hard!"
Tessa then called for everyone's attention. "Sisters, tonight is a victory of sorts with a pretty sweet trophy to show for it." She explained to the girls that with the curse she had put on me, I was aware of everything going on around me and that my sexual arousal was more intense. It was like being the entertainment at a bachelorette party. As they became more and more under the influence, and even more rowdier, they took turns dancing provocatively in front of me and running their hands all over my body just as Tessa had done earlier. The sensation on my stone body alone was more incredible than any orgasm I'd experienced before. I still couldn't wait until they got to my favorite part but they would always stop just before touching my member (still 100% at attention in its stone form). Clearly, they were messing with me and I couldn't do anything about it.
At one point during the night, Julie stepped out from the crowd. It looked uncharacteristic of her, the way she was shaking her hips and waving her drink overhead. She lifted her shirt up, just below her breasts as if she were about to flash me. She then let it drop back down and waved her index finger. Even though her voice was drowned out by the music I could tell she was saying "Uh-uh." She then turned her hand around and held her middle finger a few inches from my face. This brought an eruption of cheers.
As the party ended and the last group of girls was leaving, Julie made one last comment to rub it in about my current state. "Hey Rick, don't go anywhere!" I then heard her and her friends laughing as they disappeared into the hallway. It was weird, yet quite arousing to hear her innocent sounding voice speak with such nonchalant evil.
After closing the door, Tessa stood behind me. "So, Mr. Big-Man-on-Campus, did you seriously think you were going to get away with treating us like objects? Well it looks like you're going to be our object for a l-o-o-o-n-g time." She looked me in my stone eyes through the mirror and whispered in my ear. "This just gives whole new meaning the saying 'your ass is mine' hee hee." She gave my stone behind a couple pats.
She then made her rounds shutting off the lights and took one last look at me before going to bed. I felt myself dozing off as well. I guess even as a statue you need to sleep.
When I awoke I saw that I had been moved. I was on a pedestal at the far end of the long hallway facing towards the front door where I stand to this day. I'm part of the tour whenever the new girls are being shown the house. Whereas the new girls just take a quick looks at me as they walk by, the girls from the party would occasionally pause to look me in my eyes and give me a quick wink.
As the years went by, I recognized fewer and fewer of the girls from the party that night. Eventually, they had all graduated and moved on, never revealing to the new girls that I had been a real man once. To the current sorority sisters living in the house, I am nothing more than a decoration. I am a mere object for their viewing pleasure.
