I raised my camera to take a picture of the slightly surprised quartet of women when the nearest one yelled at me. "HEY!" she cried out, you're that asshole pervert!"

"What?" I replied, lowering the camera. The four were dressed in identical blue leotards, black stockings, white cuffs and white bunny ears. It was a common theme this year, I observed. Their green tags were hanging from their collars.

The one who yelled at me was shorter than me, her brown hair cut around her head to make a sort of circle. She kept her finger pointed at me in objection, standing between me and her friends. "I didn't say you could take pictures of us!" she said as she waved her finger at me. "What were you planning on doing? Perving out over pictures of us?" She crossed her other arm defensively over her chest.

"What's wrong with that?" one of her friends said, her long black hair draped down behind her. "I mean, we're here and we're dressed like this," she pointed out, pushing on her breasts to show off the tops of them. "It's only natural."

"Yeah, well, I've heard of this guy, and he's a real work," Miss Loud-And-Annoying said. "I'll betcha his camera does something gross like..."

I didn't let her finish as I took her picture. The flash was blinding, and I had to blink to clear my sight. When I recovered, I smiled, because the camera had worked its magic. Miss Loud-And-Annoying stood there, arm still pointed at me in accusation, her mouth open to deliver more insults and accusations, but every inch of flesh had been petrified, turned to stone, leaving her a gray statue in the middle of the hallway.

"Holy shit!" the third woman exclaimed. "Look at that!" She was tall, lithe, and the way she stood just proclaimed confidence in her body. Her hair was tied off at both sides, and she poked her still friend with a finger. "Is that what your camera does?" she asked me.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah," I agreed. "Still Life pictures and all that."

The third woman finished poking her friend "Is she awake? Aware?"

I shrugged again. The gesture came naturally. "Don't know," I said. "Want to find out?" I held up the camera and pointed it at her.

She posed, putting her left hand on her hip, and throwing out her right arm, leaning forward to emphasize her chest, and with her reflexive response to a camera pointed at her, I took the picture.

Once again, we were blinded by the flash, and when we recovered, she was stone.

"Cool!" The second woman said as she looked at her friends. One angry, one alluring. She ran a hand over their arms. "They're so smooth!" She turned to look at me, hands on her hips, swaying to one side, then the other. "How do they get back to normal?" she asked.

"Well, either they can use the general return policy," I said, "Or someone can come along and do magic to bring them back." It didn't really bother me which way was which. I paused to let some people pass us by, giving the man with the camera and the four women little attention. "Should we go on display somewhere?"

"You can be on display right here," I pointed out. "Plenty of people to walk by and admire you!"

She nodded in understanding. "Might as well," she said. "Haven't done much else because no one can agree on anything." She stood still, and looked me in the eyes as I raised the camera. One more flash, and she too was petrified.

That left the fourth, who had stayed silent and in the back the whole time. She was the shortest of them all, her black hair very messy despite her best efforts. She crossed one arm over her stomach as I turned my attention to her. "Are you really a pervert?" she asked.

"Maybe," I replied. "Why?"

"Well, just a moment." She stepped up and around to the front of the first woman and kissed her on her stone mouth. I considered petrifying her in that position, but I refrained. She pulled back, leaving behind a trail of saliva between their mouths that she wiped away with the back of her hand before starting to roll down the front of the stone woman, exposing her hard gray breasts. These, she licked, leaving behind wet trails on them before turning to me. "For when she gets back to normal," she explained with a coy look on her shy face. "Either she remembers that I did that to her, or she thinks you did it. Either way, there will be fun to be had."

I had to admire that. "OK. I can live with that. Want me to take your picture?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. If you really are a perv, will you.... Will you have some fun with me first? I'll do whatever you want, no matter how embarrassing, as long as you turn me to stone at the end, and let the others find me."

I licked my lips. "Anything?"

She turned away from me slightly, one hand going down past her stomach. "Yeah," she agreed.

"Nah," I declined her offer as I snapped her picture. When I could see again, I admired her shocked expression that contrasted nicely with her vulnerable body language. I kissed her on the forehead. "Well ladies," I said. "It's been fun. But I have places to go, women to perv over," I addressed this at the first woman. "and all that. I'll see you around!"

*  *  *

Four girls walked with purpose through the halls, each for a different reason. They turned a corner and made their way to their destination.

"Fucking knew it!" The first one to arrived loudly complained.

"Don't be so loud, Kelly," the second to arrive said. "You're drawing the wrong kind of attention."

"Yeah! Besides, he got my good side," the third said.

Kelly, with her short brown hair and the same blue bunnysuit that the other wore, poked at the statue of her in the hall. "Shutup Vel, Look at what he did to me, the perv! He pulled down my dress and licked my tits!" She was correct, the stone copy of her had its top rolled down to her stomach, and her front was covered in fluids of different types.

"You don't see me complaining," Vel retorted as she wrapped her arm around her own statue, "Or are you just jealous that you didn't get as much attention as I did?" she ran a finger down the bare front of her stone body, from lips to loins, where her costume had been torn open.

"That bastard," Kelly bitterly complained. "Took advantage of us! Vel! Cindy! Wendy! Come on! Let's go find him and make him pay!" She stomped off, leaving the other three behind.

Vel shrugged. "I don't mind," she examined her own body for imperfections, finding nothing. "I mean, what's the point if you can let go a little bit at a party like this?"

"I agree," the quiet Wendy said, checking out her own stone body. "I wonder if we can restore ourselves though?"

"What do you mean?" Cindy asked as she was the most molested aside from Vel. She tried to pull her clothes back on, but wasn't having much success.

"It's all magic, right? Why can't we undo the change? Cover these with a sheet or something, and then change us back?"

The three of them looked at each other in silence. "It's worth a try," Vel agreed. "But we'll need something big enough to cover one of us..." She looked around, then was startled when a large white sheet dropped from the air above her and landed on her head. "oooph!" she said as she caught it with her face. "Where did this come from?"

"Magic?" Cindy argued. The rest really couldn't beat that logic. Vel unfolded the large sheet, then with the help of her two friends, draped it over her stone alternate.

"How do we do this?" she asked.

"Count to three, then remove?" Cindy suggested with no other options. They shrugged and did just that. "One. Two. Three!"

They pulled the sheet away, and Vel's statue was no more! Instead, standing there with torn suit was a second Vel! "Wow!" she said as she shuddered at the lingering sensations of the change. "What happened?" She looked around and saw the other statues and her flesh friends. Then herself. "What?"

"We restored ourselves back in the lobby," the second Vel explained. "Then came back here and restored you first!"

"So... we can make copies of ourselves?" the first Vel asked.

They all considered this. "Let's not abuse this," Wendy said. "We don't know if it might be rude or something."

There was silent agreement. "So, wow, two of us, huh?" the first Vel turned to her more recent version. She looked down at her damaged costume, and her bare skin glistening under the lights above them. "What are we going to do?"

"That's easy," the second Vel said. She took her other self by the shoulders and pointed down the hall. "We go forth as identical twins, and live the life!"

"I like the way you think, Vel."

"Very true, Vel," she self-congratulated.

"But there's just one thing," the first said.

"What would that be?" the second asked.

The half-naked Vel pulled her fully dressed version into a tight embraced, and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled back just long enough to explain herself. "I'm horny, and you know all the right."

"That I do," the second Vel agreed.

The others watched in fascination. "That was quick," Cindy said. "Me next." With Wendy's help, the two of them quickly covered and restored the first Cindy. There was another quick explanation, then they moved on to the first Wendy.

That left the statue of Kelly untouched. "I think we should leave that one," Cindy-1 offered as she gave up on trying to maintain her dignity and just let her ripped suit fall where it will. "She would just be loud."

"Why did we bring her along anyway?" Cindy-2 asked.

"Because she had the suits," Wendy-2 pointed out as she and Wendy-1 considered their options. "We're going to split up," she announced. "Then we figure at the end of the night, we'll be back as one person, and everything we experience as two will be one."

"Twice the fun," Cindy-1 saw the logic. "What about them?" she pointed at Vel-1 and Vel-2, now indistinguishable.

"We're good!" the two Vel's said as one, then went back to their carnal relations.

"Sounds like a plan," Cindy-2 said. "I'll go this way," she pointed one direction, "you go that way?" Cindy-1 agreed with a nod and the two went apart.

Wendy, however, stayed with herself for a moment. "What do you think Kelly is going to do?" -1 asked quietly. "I mean, I did..."

"We did," -2 whispered back. "But it doesn't matter. I want to find that photographer again, and be his model."

"Same," -1 said what they both were thinking. After all, they were the ones that were most interested in this. "But how do we find him?"

"I think we should just trust in this place, and we'll get to him sooner, rather than later."