The Date - Charlotte and Veronique, Part 6

No way was Charlotte going to back down from Jay's challenge at this point! The gibes from Veronique's ex were rubbing her the wrong way. Sure, this was only Charlotte's first date with the exotic brunette, but she was determined to prove that she was worthy of a second date! Even if that meant facing the risk of being turned into a statue...

"I'm in," Charlotte declared, reaching up to unfasten the clasp on the back of her dress.

"Ooooh! Itsh on!" Jay exclaimed, her breasts jiggling as she bounced up and down excitedly.

Charlotte quickly stripped out of her dress and took off her heels, but hesitated when she reached her underwear. She suddenly realized that Veronique was going to see her nude on their first date. Typically, Charlotte would not even consider such a thing until she had been dating someone for a month! Well... in for a penny. She finished undressing, conscious of the fact that she was blushing fiercely the entire time.

"Mmm... nish tits!" Jay pronounced, ogling Charlotte's chest.

One of Club Circe's helpful attendants took the two women's clothing away, promising to put them somewhere safe until the contest was over. Charlotte could not help but wonder if she would still have need of clothes when it finished.

Charlotte squared her shoulders and turned to face Veronique, lifting her chin high. "Okay, now what?"

"You each have to pick a safe word," Veronique replied as she settled comfortably onto the couch.  "It should be one or two syllables at most."

"Mine is BOOBS!" Jay declared, still leering at Charlotte's bosom.

Charlotte paused to consider for a few seconds, then said, "My safe word is... EXIT."

Veronique nodded. "Alright, then. Join Jay on the pedestal. Once you are in position, just relax." She smiled impishly. "I will imagine a 'final pose' that I would most like to see each of you in; the magic of the pedestal will encourage you to subconsciously move your body into that pose. You won't be paralyzed - you can resist the compulsion. However, the challenge will go more smoothly if you just relax your body and go with the flow..."

Charlotte frowned, digesting this information, then gingerly stepped up onto the pedestal. Jay moved to one side to make room for her. Charlotte allowed her body to relax as Veronique had instructed... and felt an impulse to place her hands on her hips, which she did. She felt a sudden urge to smile, so she did that, too.

Charlotte looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hips were cocked saucily to one side, with her left knee bent. The way that her arms were positioned showed off her biceps and taut abs - not to mention her breasts. It was a very provocative pose... and she had to admit that it turned her on a little to think that Veronique wanted to see her this way.

Her feet began to tingle. It was a pins and needles sensation, like one gets after chilled fingers or toes begin to warm up. Except in this case, the tingling was followed by cold and numbness rather than the other way around.

"It'sh shtarted!" Jay said gleefully.

Charlotte could not resist the urge to glance down at her feet. The sight she beheld caused her to inhale sharply. Her feet had already turned to brass, all the way to the ankle. As she watched, the metallic gold sheen crawled steadily up her lower leg. 

It was actually happening! Charlotte took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. She looked up at Veronique. She was staring at Charlotte's breasts. The brunette met her gaze and blushed prettily when she realized she had been caught.

Veronique cleared her throat. "Remember, you have to use your safe word before the transformation reaches your mouth."

Charlotte pondered that for a few seconds. "Wait... won't my lungs be turned to brass by then? How can I talk?"

"The brain and the internal organs are the last to transform," Veronique explained. She offered a rueful smile. "If you fail to use your safe word, you will remain conscious right up until the last second."

That was a scary thought. Charlotte could not imagine how horrible it would be to remain conscious, trapped inside an immobile body made of brass, waiting as the seconds ticked by until the end...

"Gonna chicken out now?" Jay taunted, meeting Charlotte's gaze in the reflection. "Jusht say your safe word and it'll all be over, honey..."

Charlotte was about to tell Jay to fuck off, when she noticed that the transformation had reached her knees. She could see it in the mirror now without having to look down.

The transformation progressed steadily up Charlotte's legs, preceded by that pins and needles sensation. The tingling was the last thing she felt before that area went numb. She could not feel her legs from mid-thigh down. It was as if her legs no longer existed.

"Go on... jusht give up," Jay crooned. "Say your shafe word... then you can go home and jill yourshelf, thinkin' about me eatin' out Ronnie..."

Charlotte's cheeks flushed. That drunk bitch was really starting to annoy her. She wanted to tell her off... but now she could not get the image of Jay and Veronique having sex out of her mind. She could easily imagine herself as the one eating out the sexy brunette...

Charlotte gasped in surprise as the tingling sensation reached her crotch. She watched her reflection with morbid fascination as her sex took on the golden sheen of polished brass. Then... nothing. Her pussy was numb.

Jay moaned theatrically. "Mmm... it feelsh sshoo good right before it goes away, doeshn't it? That tingle in your cunt... jusht like a vibrator... then it'sh gone!" The drunk woman broke into a giggle.

It did feel really good for a few seconds, Charlotte had to admit. Sort of like her favorite wand, when she touched it to... her eyes widened when she suddenly realized that she could not move her hands! 

They had turned into brass, and were now stuck on her hips...

What does Charlotte do next?