My first thoughts of simply being paralyzed quickly fled upon seeing the color drain from my outstretched hands as I became a marble statue, surprisingly despite now being made of stone I still possessed all of my senses, I could hear the high priestess tell her followers to strip me of my clothing so they could apply the finishing touches and see her wicket smile as they brought out hammers, chisels and buckets of clay.
Despite my expectations the following “sculpting” did not feel altogether unpleasant, as the cults disciples chiseled away my muscles and smoothed out my body into more feminine proportions all I felt was a pleasant tingling, as they added clay to my chest to form my new breasts I felt tremendous pleasure and when the high priestess personally resculped my penis into a vagina I mentally orgasmed right there.
As the dust from the cults chisels settled a couple off followers brought in a pair of full length mirrors allowing me my first look of my new form, at first glance I still appeared to be American Indian though that would seem the only thing unchanged, where before I was commonly referred to as a mountain with legs now I was small and petite, I was now of course female my once short hair now a long braid going down and partially fused to my back, they even changed my age the face looking back from the mirror obviously being a teenager about 15 or 16, in addition the cult made some adjustments to my pose, my fierce scowl from before my transformation had been remolded into a pair of puckered lips, with my outstretched arms from my attempt to launch myself at the cults leader slightly readjusted I was now for all intents and purposes a statue of a teenage girl looking to embrace and kiss an invisible lover.