The girl still looks nervous but she sits down on the edge of the bed. She briefly looks at her T-shirt discarded on the floor, then looks away from it. She looks at the carpet where the man had just recently vanished, and just for a moment I think I see a smirk of smug satisfaction on her pretty face. But I need to focus on the mission -- the door is hanging ajar & slightly destroyed, and I'm sure someone will be curious about the noise. I press some buttons on my wristwatch and a hologram of the door fades into existence in the doorframe -- it'll suffice for now.
The girl is looking at me now. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Honesty is always the best policy. "You could all me a 'troubleshooter'... of sorts." (That one never gets old.) "I was hired to transform you into a stone statue and deliver you to my client, and to deal with your self-proclaimed lover in any manner I saw fit."
The girl's eyes are wide; she surely wouldn't believe me about the petrification normally, but after what she just saw happen to lover-boy, I can tell she's conflicted.
"Someone... someone is paying you to turn me into a statue? Who?"
"I can't reveal the identity of my client, though you'll find out soon enough when you get there."
"Is it... is it someone in England?" There's a note of hope in her voice. I smile.
"Yes, it's someone in England?"
"Oxford?" she asks excitedly.
I shake my head. "No, I'm afraid not."
"Oh." She sounds disappointed. Then her face lights up again. "Solihull, then?"
I give her a wry smile. "Maaaaaybe."
She's grinning now. "Then I guess I'm okay with it. Am I going to be a statue forever?"
"That's up to him; I'll be giving him a device by which he can petrify & unpetrify you at will."
Though she still looks nervous, excitement is now dominant.
"What about my clothing? Does it turn to stone too?"
"Don't be ridiculous! Typically, I cut away the clothing after the target has been petrified."
She thinks for a moment, then smiles shyly as she speaks. "I don't want to be any trouble for you. Let me take care of it."
Standing up from the bed, she turns to face away from me as the unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her feet are already bare. She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, then pulls her jeans and panties off at once, exposing her nude backside. Looking a bit nervous again, and perhaps a bit in denial about what's actually going on, she turns towards me and I see her in all her adolescent glory. "I guess let's go ahead and get this over with," she says.
I smile at her again and thank her for her cooperation. She strikes a sensual and statuesque pose and flashes a cute grin. I subvocalize a command code, and a bit of hardware in one of my pockets whirs into action. A scientifically-proven magic petrification ray bursts forth and envelops the girl; she's glowing with white light and she shudders briefly as a wave of pleasure passes through her. This particular version of the transformation process is fast and simple; I don't have time for theatrics today. Her whole body transforms at once, taking on the appearance of smooth gray marble. In seconds she's a perfectly-preserved statue of her former vibrant self, all her personality and energy reflected in the perfectly-rendered contours of her stone face and body. Her "soul", for lack of a better term, is still alive and conscious inside the statue, and she's above to perceive the world at least as well as she could before, but what's going on inside her head is knowable only to her.
I have a bit of cleanup work to do before I box her up for delivery, but first it's time for my break. I slip a blindfold over the statue's eyes...
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
To avoid leaving behind any DNA evidence, I toss the ruined washcloth, along with her shirt and jeans, into the trashcan and disintegrate them into a small pile of ash. Her bra and panties have already been otherwise secured. I remove the blindfold from her and tell her to be brave for the trip to England.
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