Leaning against the wall, Celia could hear the different noises that came from the bathroom mixing. The running water, the humming fan, and the songs the smartphone tried to blare over them. It was an odd remix, in a sense, adding new beats to it. A firm base, while the water came and went, depending on necessity.

And speaking of, she was in dire need of a shower herself. All day moving stuff up and down. Boxes that contained pretty much all she could think of. Books and magazines; Clothes, clothes and more clothes; Sheets; Hygiene basics; Her computer rig… even the coffee pot.

She had said, time and again, that she could make do with the basics, mainly clothes and her computer. That they could figure the rest as they went. But nope. Rachel had insisted that they did it all in a single go. And she knew she was not beating her in stubbornness. After that, they would have a refreshing shower, a nice dinner, and get accustomed to fully living together. She did mention there was a problem she needed to know of, but that had been the end of it.

It was one thing to spend some days as a guest, and another to have moved in. So, It didn’t seem real that they had finally gone ahead with it. But they had, as the empty boxes and the sweat-drenched clothes clearly showed. She had said nothing, but Rachel’s white tank top, once wet, left little to the imagination. She had been almost caught once or twice. No complaints from her though,  and she was under the impression that her girlfriend not only knew, but approved of the glances.

A mischievous smile crept into her face as she let her imagination run a bit too wild, imagining the water splashing down the lean form of the woman. Sliding down her shaved figure, before finally falling off, leaving behind a glistening beauty. She felt her own sweat dripping off, sending a shiver down her back. Maybe it wasn’t just sweat after all, and by the looks of it, she wasn’t getting in the shower any time soon…

That last part immediately lit the proverbial lightbulb. Sure, she wasn’t getting in that shower any time soon, which was the one she had always used. She stood up and walked down the hallway, opening a door at the end of it. If she recalled correctly… bingo!

White tiles lined the walls and the floor, giving it a uniform white with the occasional line of blue cutting through it horizontally. It had long lost its luster due to use but otherwise perfectly fine. Hell, she expected it to be worse for the wear. But everything seemed to work just fine. The sink, the shower that doubled as a bath, the lights… the mirror was clean too, and she could see bottles of shampoo and soap inside. There was even a hairdryer and towels, all ready for use. It was much smaller and simpler and not shiny new, yes, but it would do just fine.

The shorts and the t-shirt were easily taken care of, tossing them on the ground. The socks lead the second barrage, with the panties and bra followed swiftly, forming a tiny mess of a pile. It could be taken care of later, once she had cooled off. Stepping inside, she was careful not to slip with her soles. Why hadn’t she been told before? It could have saved them some time, like it was about to do now. The ceramic felt cool beneath her soles, as she reached for the sprayer and turned the water on.

The first droplets made her hair stand, soon turning into a steady stream as it warmed up a bit. It slid down her bust, letting out a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes. Water and sweat mixed as she moved the sprayer around her shaved body, making sure the water reached everywhere. Her limbs and back, her rear and her bust, all of it swapped the sweat for cool and pristine water.

She set the sprayer down, reducing it to a small trickle that kept her company with the sound of running water, as she reached for the soap. It had a fantastic smell, blending flowers that she did not know. She scrubbed and rubbed all of her, gasping at the touch of her own hands and the soap. It had never felt this good, even if she did feel a bit stiff. She covered herself in more and more of the gel. “Damn, am I really that out of shape? It was just some boxes… Well, more than a few.”

Having left her hair undone for now, not looking forward to straightening it again. On the worst days, it could take her a while, so two bathrooms could come in pretty handy… just in case she ended up spending as long as Rachel in the bathroom. And speaking of, her mind imagined her in a similar situation. Water running down her gorgeous body, going down her smooth skin before crashing below. Or her long hair, recovering its silky texture, flailing wildly while at the mercy of the hairdryer. She pursed her lips, enjoying her vivid imagination. She didn’t mind staying like this for a bit…

Huffing a bit, she flexed her arms and legs. She felt stiff, but nothing that a good night’s rest wouldn’t fix. But feeling the water against her skin made her gasp, loudly. With her eyes closed, she tried to compose herself. Sure her imagination had turned her on a bit, but she wasn’t that needy. Not like it mattered, as her legs bucked a bit, closing them shut and making her stifle a moan.

–  Ugh… bad choice…

Her voice was barely a whisper, one that was overshadowed by some noise. It was a cracking of sorts, never changing the tone or the tempo, and it also sounded… oddly calming? How long had it been there? And more importantly, how did she not notice? She moved the sprayer around, washing the soap away. Her skin looked… funny. A bit grey, with some light veins that stood out against the uniform background. Her first thought was that it was a thing of the lighting, that maybe something did need to be checked after all…

Remaining calm, her mind connected the dots. Her skin, taking a greyish hue with that odd pattern; the cracking noise; the sudden rush of the water… Her imagination was running wild. But, while she was at it, there was something to note. It was not unpleasant, at all. Opening her eyes, she looked down.

The sight of her breasts was nothing unusual, but the colour they were taking was. A grey colour, while veins of a lighter hue criss-crossed all over the body. Her body. Her mouth opened and closed in confusion and disbelief, a hand trying to reach for it. It felt like wading through a pool of water, the movements slow and sluggish, but she managed to reach for it and squeeze. Her lips let out a whisper of a moan. It- she was still malleable. Caressing her breast for a bit, she noticed the nipple, grey and pebble-like. Should she, or better not? Doubt didn’t last, as a finger pressed against it, sending what she could only describe as a bolt of pleasure through her.

Gaping, she stood completely still, watching the colour- the stone spread through her. It was getting hard to move, as more and more of her petrified. She leaned forward a bit, managing to see past her bust. Almost all of her was stone by now, standing in the shower with the sprayer in hand. And it was this that gave her an idea. Her lips slowly curved into a sly smile, her right hand moving downwards with the sprayer, closing the distance with her crotch. Every single moment, her excitement grew. If a single hand on her breast had felt so good, how would thi-

– Oooouuuhh!

The moan came out loud and clear, oozing arousal. Her body immediately jerked, having her stand tall as she was, while her left hand tried to claw her stone thigh. The feeling of the water almost made her black out. It splashed against her womanhood, like a pouring rain that sent a wave of pleasure with each droplet; it slid down her legs, like a gentle caress, all the way to the soles of her feet.

It felt amazing.

Posed as she was, fully erect and looking slightly downwards, she could only stare at what she had become. The shape of her breasts and pebble-like nipples. Her hand, touching her leg trying to let out some arousal. And, through the crack of her bust, her womanhood and where the splashing water, with her legs in the background. Celia tried to wrap her head around it. Stone. She was a stone statue. Somehow. And far from being terrified, she was getting off of it. The water, the ceramic below her. Even the light that went through the droplets felt different somehow.

She could hear noise in the hallway. Rachel! She had completely forgotten her! Why hadn’t she warned her about this? And what would she say when she found her? That last one made her blush, or at least she imagined herself blushing.The door opened quickly, and in came the other woman, wearing nothing but a towel around her body.

Rachel’s face went through an entire range of expressions in what felt like seconds. Her eyes widened and her skin paled at the display, only for her brow to furrow. She seemed to remember something, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, colour slowly coming back to her; so much so that a blush formed in her face, only to give way to a lusty and approving smile.

– I knew there was something I was forgetting. Well, that’s the hard water problem, and why this isn’t the main bathroom.

She let go of the towel, displaying her gorgeous body with all of her curves and assets. Perks of being a model, Celia guessed. Stepping inside, the redhead model turned the sprayer in the statue’s hand, splashing the water against her own crotch.

– Mmm~ This will make things so much easier. – She purred, turning in place and bending forth a bit, making sure the water splashed her back and her bust. – Don’t worry, you haven’t been here for long, so it will last a couple of hours.

She pressed against her, closing the water tap and taking the chance to give her a playful peck in the cheek. Celia never knew that a stone statue could have butterflies in the chest, but here she was. Also, since she had been splashed by the water, didn’t that mean… The other woman never lost her smile, like she could read her mind. She leaned backwards, giving her a playful smile.

– Enjoy the display, darling. Only fair given the wonderful vistas you give me.

Celia could see the woman change, just as she had done. Small dots of grey appeared wherever she had doused herself with water, spreading through her body as a familiar noise filled the bathroom again. How had she not noticed before? Not that it mattered now, as her attention was fully focused on the transforming woman, but it would remain back there bugging her.

Rachel moved her left hand to her womanhood, using her fingers to open it a bit, teasing what was to come once the stone wore off. Meanwhile the right one made her way to her lips, which encroached around her index finger, looking as puffy and full as they could appear. The wink she gave her was just the cherry on top, making Celia squirm inside her stone self.

The petrification didn’t start in a single point but rather all over the woman. Her skin started to look a bit different, firmer, grey. And as it spread, rendering her beauty into stone, some familiar veins followed. They crisscrossed and twisted, joining and splitting many times over, following the wave of grey stone everywhere. Over the hourglass curves, down the legs, into the womanhood and over the breasts.

Celia couldn’t help but be glad that Rachel had forgotten to tell her. If other problems Rachel ever mentioned were like this, she would be looking forward to them.

She wouldn’t take her eyes off of her. Every tiny part of her became a perfect sculpture, lacking even the slightest mistake while preserving her beauty and appeal. Her crotch, teasing and inviting; her breasts, slightly bigger than Celia’s, turned into beautiful stone melons; and her curves into stone so smooth she wished she could kiss and run her hands over her.

But it would have to wait, as Rachel’s stone face winked at her. An invitation and a challenge, which she would totally take up in a few hours. But until then, they were two statues in a silent standoff, one displaying her beauty for the other and being immediately paid back. They would gladly admire their stone lover while coming up with poses and ideas for the next time, something to be practised later.