I was at the university last week preparing my work for a gallery show, when I saw a beautiful blonde girl enter the gallery.  She was wearing a tight pair of Levi's and a short cropped T-shirt.  Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a pony-tail, which bounced as she walked.  It took all my strength not to stare at this stunning vision, so I tried to distract myself by working on my display for the gallery.

"These are fantastic! Did you paint these?" asked a small voice from behind.  I turned around quickly, and was shocked to see that same gorgeous blonde I was admiring before standing right there beside me.  She smiled radiantly.

"Why, yes," I said, trying not to sound too excited.  "Do you like them?"

"Without a doubt," she beamed, "these are very good!  I'm in the presence of a genius!"

"Well, I don't know about that," I confessed.  "I've always been lucky to find such compelling models.  My name is Andrew."

"Hi, I'm Kellie," she said as she offered me her hand.  Her skin was soft and luminous.

"Hi, Kellie.  Are you an artist?" I asked, trying to find out more about her.

"Oh, no," she sighed, "I'm just a student.  I could never produce anything as good as what you have here.  I'm really in awe!"

"Thanks," I said humbly, "I'm very proud of my work.  It means a lot to me when people find pleasure in looking at my paintings."  Her eyes danced as they evaluated the paintings hanging in front of her.  She genuinely seemed inspired by my work!

"Where do you find such lovely models?" she asked shyly.  She held her hands behind her back as she nervously bounced.

"Sometimes I'll place an ad in the paper looking for fine art models, or I'll go through a talent agency or something.  Why?"  It felt like she wanted to ask me something important.

She took a second to summon an answer.  "I'm sorry, Andrew," she said apologetically, "I didn't mean to pry.  I guess I was just wondering how I could get involved as a model myself.  If these paintings here are any indication, I would love to see myself in a gallery, looking as seductive as these ladies do."

"Would you like to model for me, Kellie?" I asked hopefully.  I became excited at the prospects of having this lovely vision pose for me.  "You're right, you would be a perfect model for my work."

"Really?" she asked excitedly.  Her eyes became like huge saucers as I nodded my approval.  "That's fantastic!"

"I'm almost finished up here.  If you'd like to hang out for about ten minutes, I could take you back to my studio once I'm through.  We could get started on your posing today."

"Sure, no problem," she chirped.  "I'll wait for you outside the gallery, then."

She bounced away with more of a swing in her step than when she had arrived.  I whistled while I wrapped up my labor on the gallery layout.  After a short while, I had achieved the look I wanted from my display.  Kellie was still waiting for me just outside the gallery entrance, so I led her down to my studio.

She groaned with delight as she walked through my humble art studio.  She danced around my many paintings and sculptures like a content little girl.  Every once in a while, she would trace her fingers around a breast of one of my statues, and she would giggle.  She made certain to investigate every wall hanging and object in the room.  After she came across the empty pedestal near the center of the room she asked, "Why is this pedestal empty, Andy? Did one of your masterpieces break?"  She shuddered at the thought of any of these beautiful works being destroyed.

"No, Kellie," I replied, "that pedestal has always been empty."  I paused to look at the large, ornate pillar of stone.  It was a low pedestal designed to support a reclined statue.  "I'm afraid I haven't been inspired enough to make any more statues for quite some time.  That pedestal has been empty for nearly eight years."

"Why did you stop making statues?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I found the entire process of sculpting to be far too difficult for my models to handle.  It's a strenuous effort for most people to hold still for such a long period of time.  Besides, it's hard to find the materials these days."  Her curiousity revealed to me her fasination with my frozen ladies.  Perhaps she wished to join them?

Her mind seemed to wander as she listened to me.  Then she asked, "Why don't you make a statue out of me?"  Her eyes pleaded with me to comply, to immortalize her in such a way.  She then began to strike various poses in a playful attempt to convince me.  "Don't you think I'd make a lovely statue?"

"Yes, Kellie, I think you'd make a breathtaking statue.  But are you willing to make the appropriate sacrifice? You need to know, you will have to remain still for a really long period of time."

"I would endure anything to have my body displayed like these other beautiful ladies," she gestured towards the many lovely statues.  "I am strong enough to handle the challenge, Andrew.  Let's do it!"

"So you're completely committed to this then? There'll be no turning back later, okay?" I surveyed her face and found her resolve to be true.

"I promise you, I will do anything you ask me to," she beamed, as her eyes grew wide with anticipation.  Her look of longing was finally enough to convince me.

"Alright, I'll do it!" I exclaimed as Kellie danced around in glee.  "First thing we've got to do is pick out an outfit for you to wear.  Follow me."  I led her to a closet full of clothes.  She started rummaging through the various skimpy outfits.  Meanwhile, I prepared everything I would need to make Kellie's statue.  I heard Kellie run a shower for herself.

She emerged wearing a frilly one piece and a pair of silver high-heeled slippers.  Her hair fell free around her face as she walked into the sculpting room.  As she walked past the large sculpting stone, she ran her small hand down it's smooth surface.  She seemed to glow with an energy I'd never seen before.  As she tip-toed up to me, she planted a kiss on my cheek saying, "Make me immortal, maestro."  I smiled widely and nodded.

"You look stunning, Kellie! You are really going to make my job easy, aren't you?" She giggled in response.  I presented her with a medical syringe and said, "This is a muscle relaxant.  It will help you maintain your pose for several hours at a time.  Pull up your dress, and I'll inject this into one off your butt cheeks."  She obediently and instantly complied as she bent down and revealed her shapely derriere to me.  I gently injected her with the 'muscle relaxant' and pushed the plunger all the way to the bottom, a full dosage.  She maintained bravely silent as she felt the initial sting and subsequent burning spread from the point of entry.

"All done," I said, as I watched her readjust her dress.  "Now, let's get you posed, darling.  You're probably going to stiffen up a little bit pretty soon, so we'd better get you in position on that chair."  I took her hand and guided her into position on the small couch near the wall.  She smiled as she began to arrange herself into a seductive sitting pose.  As she leaned back against an arm of the couch, I slid the right slipper off her foot and posed her foot in position, lifting the heel off the chair just a bit so just her toes touched the surface.  She smiled seductively at me, then removed her own left shoe.  She posed her left foot flirtatiously in mid air, keeping her toes gracefully pointed.  In her tiny right hand she held her silver slipper.  I stepped back to survey her pose with a critical eye.  Every once in a while I would step up to Kellie's position and make a minor adjustment to her pose.  She watched me with glassy eyes as I moved her into her ultimate pose.  I could tell her joints were beginning to lose flexibility already, so I quickly made final last second corrections before it was too late.  "Give me a flashy smile, Kellie!"  Her eyes widened as she smiled brightly.  'She must be getting pretty stiff by now,' I thought to myself.

I took a seat nearby and waited.  Kellie focused all her energy on remaining as still as possible.  She didn't want to ruin her statue by moving, so she concentrated as hard as she could on remaining motionless.  I began to make some sketches of her.  After about thirty minutes, I walked up to Kellie and smiled.

"Shouldn't be long, now," I said as I watched her attentively.

'I wonder what he's talking about?' Kellie thought to herself, 'He hasn't even begun to chip away from that huge block of stone.'  As she tried to voice her concerns, it finally struck her.  Earlier, she had been trying not to move.  Now, she frustratingly discovered, she couldn't move, no matter how hard she tried!  She let out a faint gasp of fear.

"You've probably discovered my secret sculpting technique by now, haven't you?" I toyed, knowing full well she would never be able to answer me.  I continued, "You were actually injected with a substance that is now freezing your flesh into flawless marble."  She felt herself go numb, as a wave of energy began to pulse through her body.  "You told me before you were willing to 'endure anything' in order to be immortalized as one of my statues.  That is why I have done this for you.  Deep down, this is what you've always wanted, Kellie.  I will take care of you until the day I die."  I ran my hand through her thin, blonde strands of hair.

Kellie could feel a warm vibration begin to emanate from her lower back, her buttocks and her right foot.  A pink light began to appear and spread up her helpless, motionless body.  Every muscle and nerve seemed to be alive with electricity.   If only she wasn't already paralyzed, Kellie would have screamed in delight as her genitals flexed and tightened into hard, unyielding stone.  As I looked on, her right arm froze into pink marble while holding her silver slipper.  Then her breasts succumbed to the pleasurable wave of transformation now trapping her beauty.  My heart throbbed in my chest as her face and her left foot completed her final metamorphosis.  Before me sat my greatest work to date.  Her once fragile body was now preserved forever.

I lifted her petite form off the couch.  Her body was now very dense and heavy.  I carried her inflexible body to the empty pedestal.  As I tilted her into position, I smiled brightly.  Her shiny body was now lying on the very pedestal she had been asking about just moments ago.  Now, my precious Kellie would be permanently mounted on that pedestal until the end of time.  I ran my hand over the smooth surface of her marbleized skin.  "At least you got your wish, Kellie."