"So, this is just a photoshoot, right, John?" Kellie demanded.
The raven-haired model sat nude in the studio, still hesitant, for she knew what John's special cameras could do.
"No tricks, babe!" Her photographer/boyfriend grinned.
"Sure, you said that to Marcie. You left her in that gallery for four weeks!"
"And I paid her well for it."
Kellie huffed.
"By turning my sister to gold and cutting half her hair off!"
"I'll add your sister wanted a haircut AND got some of the proceeds."
"Whatever. Just, take a real photo. No granite, no stone, no marble, no solid materials at all!" Kellie said, striking a pose.
Half her hair dangled down her face, and her angry expression was faded into one of faux-confusion, staring right at the camera, as with a flash... a photo was taken.
"Good boy," She muttered.
"Maybe not," John grinned.
Before she could react, a second flash happened... and Kellie froze instantly into soft clay, parts of her starting to sag a little.
"Hey, you wanted a boob job out of these photos, and I figure I have a good alternative!" John grinned, pulling more clay out.
Kellie, as clay, couldn't react or think. Until John reverted her, she was just a mass of pliable mudlike material.
"...But maybe we can have a little fun too?"
Kellie awoke, and was about to curse - when she realised she was now apparently a rabbit with black fur!
"Surprise! Turned you into a rabbit!" John smirked.
Angrily thumping her feet, seeing the mass of clay that had once been the rest of her body, she prepared to jump and kick him, only for the camera to flash and turn the bunny to clay.
Kellie awoke again, human shaped... but groaned as she saw the mirror. Her hair was still black, but now in a long ponytail, and her features looked not like her own. She was also far taller, thinner, and infuriatingly, her chest smaller.
"You sculpted me into Marcie?!"
"Alright, alright, I was just testing, wait a few minutes..." John sighed, and turned her to clay again.
This time she woke, and felt normal... bar the two larger lumps on her chest. Vast lumps almost the size of her head."
"Jesus, John, I said I wanted bigger boobs but not this big!"
"Tch, fine..."
One flash, and some clay-removal later, and Kellie was far more satisfied.
"Well, thanks for that, but...."
Grabbing his camera, she snapped John, turning him to clay with a surprised look, clothing too.
"I think you could be sculpted too," She smirked, a plan in her mind.
John awoke, saw Marcie had apparently arrived, looked down at the naked body below, and sighed.
"Great, you sculpted me into a girl," She groaned, seeing that quite a lot of her mass had become a pile of clay off to one side.
She was now slender, small-chested, and short haired. Short beside her girlfriend, a midget beside the amazonian-heighted Marcie.
"Oh, quiet, Jane. Statues don't talk," Marcie smirked.
The petite new woman was petrified with a flash.
"So... leave her here, go get some dinner?" Marcie said.
"Well, I guess, no galleries open to buy her tonight. Maybe in the morning," Kellie grinned.
The silent genderswapped statue of 'Jane' could not respond, for she was just solid stone, until her friend and girlfriend decided to turn her back... and possibly also resculpt her back male.