"I suppose so," Cheryl said as the lights returned to her, and the camera focused on the central of the five women. She was tall, her black hair draping down her back to her but. She stood with her arms rolled back behind her, allowing her to thrust out her chest. "My name, in case you haven't been listening, is Cheryl," she said as the coach went to grab whatever props were needed. "I am the captain of the Cheer Squad, and in my last year. I have no interest in revealing anything about my private life, unlike my fellows." She addressed the camera with just a tinge of annoyance.  "And I voted against this particular twist to our fundraising effort, though I was out-voted.  Four to One."

"That's nice," Ms Sarah said as she returned. "That you're willing to go along with the team, rather than telling them 'No'."

"I'm not a tyrant," Cheryl said as she eyed the prop.  It was a large plastic tube, big enough for her to stand in, as well as an attached metal bottle with a hose leading up and over the open top into the tube. The coach opened up the tube, and gestured for her to step into the transparent container.

"What's this?", Cheryl asked as she did so, the clear plastic going up past her head, and she looked up at the hose.

Ms. Sarah closed the tube, locking it in place. "It's a shower," she said as she went over to the attacked bottle, putting one hand on the valve.

"If people wanted to watch me in the shower," Cheryl commented harshly, "they spent outrageous amounts of money."

"Well, you see, this is no ordinary shower."

"Obviously," Cheryl crossed her arms. "So, what is it?  Mud?  Jello?  I thought this was supposed to be a magic act, not a comedy routine."

"No, none of those," Ms Sarah said.  "It's actually" - she spun the valve open, and in an instant the whole of the tube was covered in white - "liquid nitrogen."

She waited a moment, then turned off the valve.  The tube was now opaque, frosted on the inside and outside by the rapid change in temperature.  "The biggest thing we got for you," she said aloud as the went around to the latches. The camera provided a closeup that showed they were still frosted, so Ms Sarah waited for them to warm up, "was so many people think your attitude off the field was quite aloof and unapproachable, unlike the rest of your team."  She was able to flip the latches now, and did so carefully.

As she did that, clouds of vapour escaped. The coach waited for them to disperse before going any further. "In fact," she said while she waited, "many of them said words to the effect that they would like to 'warm you up' to use a certain euphemism."  She flipped open the last latch, and swung the door open.

Inside, Cheryl posed, a look of shock on her face, her arms held down as she slightly hunched under the liquid that had poured over her, her legs slightly bent to keep balance.  Except she was no longer made of skin and flesh, but of a clear ice that shimmered in the light.  Ms Sarah carefully pulled the back of the tube away to allow this transformation to be viewed fully, the camera walking around to see right through her from all angles.

"For those of you who understand chemistry," the coach said as she proved how transparent Cheryl was now, "this was magic Liquid Nitrogen.  Which means it does things like this!"  She tapped her cheerleader on the forehead, resulting in a small 'thud'.

"Of course, we're not done quite yet." She stepped back from the icy statue and waved at the camera. "Look closely, but don't touch. I have one last addition to make."

True to her word, the camera kept going around Cheryl, zooming in on the individual strands of hair, the gap of her open mouth and down over her breasts and through her stomach before angling up to get a glimpse of her private slit.  Then it travelled down her long, toned legs to her feet. As it did that, Ms Sarah returned with a metal grill.

"Thank you," she said as she shooed the camera away. Once it cleared, she replaced and closed up the now-thawed plastic tube - without the bottle of liquid gas. "Now," Ms Sarah looked at the camera with pride, "we shall fill the other half of the paid requests."  She took the grill, more a fine grate, and slid it into the top of the tube, where it fell down and landed on Cheryl's head with a small clatter.

"When I press this," Ms Sarah produced a small remote from a pocket. It was a simple thing, with only a single red button on it, "that metal in there will heat up to ... oh ... very hot."  She smiled as she teased the button with one finger. "Yeah, if I just waited, you would all fast-forward to the fun part."

She pressed it.

The camera turned to look at Cheryl's top, where the metal quickly turned a burnished red.  Then is started to sink, the glowing strands carving into first her hair, then into her head. The metal heated up more, and it descended under gravity's pull faster with each passing moment.

As it fell, the inside of Cheryl began to glow with the reflected red of heat. As her eyes deformed, her entire head began to gently light up.  The camera followed as she began to peel apart, the thin ice that wasn't melted by the passage of the heated element unable to stand up under its own weight.

Passing through her mouth, there was the sound of cracking, and the camera swung around to catch her hair begin to part and fall. Without anything above holding it up, the waist-length strands of frozen ice fell to the bottom of the tube and shattered, covering it with a fine powder.

Then her lower jaw fell off, no longer connected to everything, adding to the pile.

Undeterred, the metal fell, her thin neck providing less resistance, and therefore it melted quicker, her head curling in a hundred different ways, some pieces falling down to sizzle against the metal.

Slowing as it passed into her shoulders, the device worked without hesitation. The camera watched impassively from the front as it approached her icy bosom, but just before it reached that point, her arms cracked and fell, her hands breaking in the fall while the arms themselves stayed upright inside the tube.

"I'm told," Ms Sarah commented to no one in particular, "that Cheryl is conscious for all this. I wonder what she's feeling now?"

The heated metal passed into her breasts, the large objects not providing any more resistance than the rest of her.  They melted, deformed, and like the rest of her body, slowly ground down under its own weight.

Pushing down into her stomach, Cheryl continued to fall apart, now nothing over her shoulders remained upright. The falling ice melting as it hit the glowing grate.  Then even her nude torso decayed as her hips were the next to feel the voracious heat. They too faded away as the camera focused on her clear sex, glowing with refracted light.

The metal descended, and then that too began to warp with the heat until the lowest measure fell away cleanly, escaping the fate of everything else above her legs.

Cheryl's legs, upright for now thanks to the pressure from above, gave way as fast as the rest of her, and her fallen arms not much more.

Finally, the heated metal passed into the slush that marked the bottom of the tube, raising steam as it settled into place and then turned off.  The camera panned down to watch as the liquid Cheryl flowed within the tube.

"And that's it for our captain!" Ms Sarah said happily as she too looked down at the puddle that was Cheryl.  "I knew she was a softy on the inside.  But now, for the next paid performance!"