Click!
The studio remained silent as the digital camera snapped a new photo, the pose relaxing. Stretch a bit, both arms and legs, to avoid stiff joints.
– You think it turned out well?
– I’m sure of it.
The woman stepped back from the device, a lone and unblinking glassy eye fixed on top of a tripod. With extreme care, she had it display the photo it had just taken. Wonderful, even if it was just a warm up session. The spot in the studio had just the right lighting, entering sideways into the scene.
– Come take a look. – Carmen smiled, motioning at her girlfriend to do so. – You are a natural at this.
The blonde woman harrumphed as she did as told, sword in hand. It had taken some time and effort to convince her, but she had managed to do so. Even if this was just the first step, Carmen was jumping with joy in her mind. Alba was naturally good at it. With her looks, how could she not be?
The picture displayed one character. A gorgeous blonde with a flowing mane and a particularly noticeable bang. Two golden locks framed her face, the rest cascading behind her. Her outfit, a short and revealing white dress with a boob window, mixed bright green and gold all over it, as well as on her long gloves. The sparse exceptions to this palette were a couple of dark spots, on her shoulders and the inside of the tails of the dress, all with green crosses in them. She put the sword down, a large and broad weapon with golden edge and filigreens, leaning on it.
– See? Like two droplets of water.
Alba’s eyes, matching the gold irises of the character thanks to some contacts, remained fixed in the photo. There she was, one hand resting on the sword’s handle, the other on her hip. Legs slightly cocked to the side, and a small confident smile. From there, her eyes went to the reference picture on the laptop nearby. Back to the photo, which her grinning girlfriend displayed, and to the laptop again.
– Do you think so?
– Of course! – Carmen said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Alba changed the image, having the photo display switch to the previous one. A gorgeous redhead with neck-length short hair, with an identical bang on her forehead and two locks framing her face. Her outfit, unlike that of Alba’s, was much more revealing, with a bare back and exposed waist and calves. The rest was covered by a blend of red and black, with touches of gold and green accents here and there. Be it on the thigh-long stockings, the small miniskirt on her hips or her fingerless gloves. The red contacts were the last touch, with the matching golden tiaras with green crystal they wore being the very last cherry on top.
– You look amazing.
– That’s a lot of time and practice. – Said Carmen, putting both photos side by side.- I could only dream that my first attempt was this good. You are a natural, sweetheart.
– Yeah, yeah… – The blonde scoffed.- Keep going, sweet-talker.
– Hey, if sweet-talking works, I’m rolling with it. Ready for the last two pictures?
– Sure.
– Got something special for the last one~ Something you’ll like~
– Uh-huh… – The blonde arched an eyebrow at her singsong tone.
The redhead practically skipped towards the chosen spot, swinging her sword in the air. Unlike that of Alba’s, the blade focused on a single side instead of both, the handle protected by a guard that went around the grip. Spinning around with a twirl, she faced the camera and planted both feet firmly on the ground. Shuffling the weight on the left one, the right leg was fully stretched, arms close to her body and flanking her generous bust while the hands held the sword tightly before her crotch.
– Come on, as we planned.
Alba nodded, closing the distance in silence. Her girlfriend looked good as the character. Pyra, she said? Regardless, she could watch her for hours become some completely different lady. A nice quiet corner, where she could see her undergo the whole process, without bothering or interrupting her. If only… she sighed.
– Something wrong?
Should have kept that sigh in her mind too.
– No, no. Just thinking about… things.
– Uh-huh…
She knew, ever since that little slip up. And honestly? part of her honestly wished it had been some drug instead. It would have been easier to explain. But, lucky her, she had been surprisingly understanding. It also made for some excellent blackmail to get her to agree to this. Not the case, but still, good to keep in mind.
Standing next to her, she struck her own pose. Sideways to the right, right leg fully stretched and left one slightly flexed. Not the most comfortable, but she could imagine Mythra doing it in some flashy move. Holding the sword with the left hand alone was more challenging. It wasn’t that heavy, but that was not her good hand. Speaking of which, she brought it close to her face, index and heart fingers up, the rest closed on a fist. Turn the torso a bit to the left so that the camera had her bust in sight and…
– Ready.
– Good, now hold.
Game faces.
A determined redhead, her lips pressed and brow furrowed lightly. And next to her a cocky blonde, flashing a small but confident smile.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Click!
Silence followed as they relaxed their poses, Carmen walking back to the camera and the laptop with Alba in tow. The photo displayed followed the pattern set by the previous ones, with beautiful lightning and the poses being just right.
– See? – The redhead beamed, lightly clapping. - Do we look fantastic or what?
– It-
– We.
– …we do look good. Especially the costumes you put together.
– Nope, not having that. It’s the whole thing that matters, and if it looks so great is because of us both. You and me. – The redhead said, leaning against the blonde and bringing her close.- Ready for the last one?
– Yeah, but there are no more pose references?
– Just you wait~
Carmen set both swords aside, humming as she walked out of the studio, each step clacking loudly. Alba bent forward, hands on her hips. She had the reference pop up next to the photo, trying to discern any faults, no matter how small or minuscule. If there were any, they escaped her eye, but they did look good. That much she did have to admit. Although it was more a testament to Carmen’s craft with the costumes and the hairstyling session than to her “natural talent” she kept getting praised for.
Sure, she was willing to admit her and the character were a good match, but natural talent would only take someone so far. And although she knew Carmen was good, maybe she didn’t get enough praise for the rest. The costumes? The poses? The lighting and the photography? All her.
– I’m back!
– By the way, I didn’t mention how goo-
The redhead leaned against the doorway, hands behind her back and completely nude and with only the lightest redness on her cheeks. She had a playful smile plastered on her face, making sure her pose against the frame only made her curves more noticeable. Alba for her part could feel her cheeks flaring red, earning a chuckle from her girlfriend.
– Oh please, it’s far from the first time.
– …yes, but… why? Oh my god don’t tell me…
– Yep.
– Oh, for the love of…
The blonde buried her face in her gloved hands, feeling her incandescent cheeks through the fabric. She heard the redhead come closer, her steps soft as she walked around her and pressed herself against her back. Her body felt even softer, her bust being two pillows she loved so dearly. Not that she was lacking herself, but as the saying went, grass was always greener on the other side.
– Open your eyes.
– Carmen what-
There were two small vials before her, one in each hand, identical to the other. A small glass cylinder with a flat bottom and a copper cap on top of it, the only decoration being a single red circling on it. Inside, there was a gleaming brown liquid, remaining mostly still. The occasional stray light made it gleam and reflect it, making Alba’s heartbeat hasten. And, far, far more importantly… There were two of them.
– Told you there was something special.
– I… I didn’t know what you thought of it. – Alba said, turning around and taking a step back.
– To put it bluntly, when you explained, at first it was weird. But-
– More than verbal diarrhoea than an explanation. – The blonde chuckled nervously, twirling a golden lock with her hands.- And a terrible first impression.
– Nah. It was quite the impression, yes, but seeing you like that… Well, it made me curious. So I did a little research. – She said, earning a small nod from Alba who simply listened.- Well, what I saw did convince me to try it.
– What did you…
– Some pretty interesting sites. And the catalogue is surprisingly varied. So why not have some common ground? No reason we can’t blend both things. And besides, you were super sexy while golden. – The redhead said with a wink.
– So you are really getting into it?
– Yep, you tried my thing today, so just fair, right?
– Have… Do you have any poses in mind?
– Well, since I’m just getting my feet wet, I do have something small in mind. The instructions did say the dose lasts for 24 hours. Good thing we have no plans tomorrow.
Alba nodded, trying to let her dictate the pace. She had only dared to dream of this, but here they were, with her heart racing inside her chest. Inside, she was jumping from joy, and trying to keep her squealing in her mind was proving quite the challenge. She started to carefully remove her outfit. No chance she was ruining such hard work, even if her nerves were killing her. Slow and steady, yes, but she could always go a little bit faster.
One by one, she peeled off all the parts. The high-heeled boots and the shoulder-length detached gloves. The dress and the tiara. Her panties and bra. Bare as her partner was, it was more comfortable than what she had first expected. Carmen had set the vials aside, working on the camera and the laptop.
– They won’t run out of power, and will take pictures while the transformation lasts.
– That’s a lot of them.
– And you’ll love sorting through them.
The blonde’s blush was even brighter now, but she did not deny it. Taking the vial that was handed to her, they both walked towards where they had been posing and standing before. Plenty of space around them, and with the window to their right, a natural spotlight that would vary with the day.
– It did ask not to break the vials.
– Yes, they prefer to collect them back if possible. – Alba nodded, looking at the liquid inside her vial.- The same person that delivered it, usually.
– She was cute. – Said Carmen, the redhead giving the other woman a teasing grin.- Not that compares to you.
– Same girl that had it delivered to me. – Alba said, her lip a bit stiff.- No water to mix with, so it’s quick acting.
The redhead opened the vial, waiting for the blonde to follow. She immediately did, a light clink ringing through the room. They swallowed it all in one go, the dense liquid going down their throats. The metallic touch to it was expected, but the potion had a surprisingly pleasant texture and taste, like a sweet drink, but with a slightly metallic taste instead of the burning of spirits. Carmen acted quickly, collecting and setting the vials aside. Once done, she had both hands free for Alba. She immediately snuck an arm around the blonde’s waist, rubbing their bodies and breasts together as tightly and lovingly as she could. After a momentary gasp, the blonde counterattacked, reaching with her left arm for the redhead’s rear and grabbing it firmly. The hair in their necks stood up, as a metallic hum rang in their ears, the skin feeling tingly and overly sensitive.
Breathing became heavier, more laboured, the redhead unsure of what to say, if there was anything. The blonde took the lead, making sure their bodies were pressed together, one holding the other against her. Forehead against forehead, they held out their free hand, thumb stretched and pointed downwards, the rest of the fingers curled into a circle. Two halves of a whole, as the women glanced to the side, towards the camera, making sure the heart was not a mess.
It was very odd, feeling her chest move less and less as the breathing became weaker and less frequent. In its place, there was the metallic humming and the tingling. The first grew louder and louder, at least in their heads, while it was more subdued in the studio. But that only meant the transformation advanced further. It came from everywhere at once, like water that got warmer and warmer. The tingling intensified. The limbs felt sluggish and stiff, unable to follow her command. Every breadth of their hair tingled, scrambling her mind, becoming part of a solid metallic mass. And the touch, that was enough to make her mind short-circuit for a moment. Anywhere that their bodies touched felt electric. The fingers rubbing against each other, the hands on the rear and around the waists, their foreheads… And their breasts, those in particular felt heavenly against the other’s. And even that fell short when trying to articulate.
However, as the metal made their figures denser and denser, that was not where their attention was.
With the camera as their unblinking and unwavering witness, they saw how their hands changed their hue, darkening, their white skins developing a gorgeous bronze tan. They looked impossibly smooth, and soon enough they could notice the texture change. They looked too… too firm. Too polished, as the metallic gleam quickly made apparent, enveloping the two in a bronze glow courtesy of the sunlight shining on them. With only that, they could easily imagine the transformation from what they saw. Their faces were flawless bronze visages, frozen into warm smiles, but in the privacy of her mind Carmen salivated at the thought.
The two of them, entwined and holding each other as they were. Their carefully done hair, now flawless and fearless to be ruined. Their bodies, locked in place, with their breasts pressed against the other’s. Beautifully sculpted bronze orbs Gorgeous and gleaming bronze statues bathed in natural light. And that was where her attention went next. She wished she could wiggle, to try and shake off the feeling that ate her from the inside out. A slow and gentle caress, like a sheet that slowly grew heavier, but better. A feeling of warmth that no cloth would ever hope to match. Would the feeling change as the lighting did? She hoped so. What would the moonlight feel like? And what if it got cloudy? Or what if-
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Click!
The beeping, the simple beeping was enough to send shivers down their forms. The sound had reverberated in their bodies, and they had felt it on their deepest part of themselves. It was only then she noticed the silence and what broke it. The metallic humming was gone, and so was the tingling, instead having left behind this uniform warmth. Not quite a coating, since it didn’t feel on her, but rather as part of her. And the sounds of the computer, able to notice the humming of the transformer, no matter how faint.
One woman sighed in her mind out of delight, the other panted with all the stimuli. No wonder Alba enjoyed herself so much.
But for now she basked in the warmth that enveloped her- them. A soothing and almost lulling thing, one that she was content to embrace, daydreaming about the two of them, gleaming in their metallic beauty. They had plenty of hours ahead, and her mind was racing as ideas piled on her mind. Character couples and materials. Those two identical android women, turned into white and black marble. Yes, it sounded feasible and very enjoyable. And maybe she could even convince Alba for more… intimate poses. She already had experience with those, she snickered. And the catalogue did offer some options like aphrodisiacs and shrinking…
Her imagination was running rampant. So many ideas, so many possibilities. And nothing she could do about it. For the next day, they were nothing but two bronze statues, gorgeous characters rendered in bronze, and they were fully going to enjoy her time.
…
…
They were so going to do this again.