Yawning, and tugging at his morning wood, Cy eagerly trotted downstairs to check on Ryan. He flipped on the light, and thundered down the steps like a kid running to check his Christmas presents. He had meant to apologize to Ryan. He really did, but his gay creation was even more beautiful than he remembered. It had to be preserved. He was sure Ryan would understand. He grabbed a mask and an aerosol can of lacquer. He sprayed one coat. Waited a few minutes and sprayed another coat. Ryan was gagging, gasping, and begging for his own mask, as the layers of lacquer sealed the glitter, beads, pearls, studs and dye to his body forever. The lacquer was so heavy, it was like a huge weight he had to carry. If ever resumed a human shape, he suspected he'd be an immobile statue.
"Oh, Ryan, you look perfect. I can't wait to wear you, but I'll have to wait a few more hours or the lacquer might crack. I'm bound to win first prize tonight. "
Cy turned on a fan, took off his mask, coughed and left the basement.
"You did this to me to win some too bit contest!" shrieked Ryan's mind but with his lips lacquered shut, if Cy had been touching him,Cy would have only heard, "oodadioomuhooeenumoobuhkunsist!" But Cy didn't touch him.
Click. The lights went off and Ryan was hanging alone in the darkness.