Like a lightening flash, he was suddenly somewhere else. He was staring at a mirror in a white, opulent hall. He couldn't move. Not even a millimeter. He was just standing there looking directly at a mirror.
The only things reflected back at him, was the other side of the hall, and a smooth white marble statue of a young boy just standing there, naked. A small penis inside the stone hand just casually holding it. The right arm and hand just dangling at the side. Unmoving. The eyes expressionless and solid white. A statue of a very fine-looking boy with a full head of wavy white marble hair, and a crooked smile standing on a small plinth. The same way he felt like he was standing. He felt a goofy grin which he couldn't move, plastered on his face
He tried moving. Tried walking. But he couldn't move a millimeter. He tried speaking, but couldn't make so much as a moan or a squeak. He began to panic internally. He began to feel like he was buried alive in a coffin. He would be squirming around and breathing heavily if he could. Hell, he couldn't even change his perspective of what he was staring at! His eyesight perpetually fixed. He wished he could at least look around his evoronment. Be he couldnt. He was stuck staring at a mirror of what is apparently himself. His goofy impish boy grin on his face belieing what he is going through internally.
Suddenly, he heard an electronic voice in his head say "process complete.
Subject: museum-quality nude statue of a boy.
Time limit: Permanent.
Have a nice day, and thank you for using Chronivac 5.9"
"Wait! I'm that statue in that mirror!? Oh god! I can't be stuck as a statue! Not a statue of a naked boy on display! And it's PERMANANT!? NOOOO!!! I need to get back to that chronivac! Oh god, oh god, gooooooooooood!!!!!"
He would continue to try moving. He desparately wanted to go home. But he isn't going anywhere any time soon. Everytime he tried moving a toe or a finger, it...."felt" wierd. Annoying. It almost hurt. He always tried calming himself and just accept the fact that he's now immobile. Just an object. But he couldn't help himself. He WANTED to move! He wasn't just an object! Except that he was one. Just another thing to be looked at.
"If all the other things can just sit there without moving, then I can as well, right?" he once thought.
But then, all the other objects were without consciousness. Jeff WAS conscious. Nobody who looked at him would ever think a real conscious human mind was stuck as a nude marble statue of a young, skinny 10 year old boy.
Time moved like molasses in the dead middle of winter. A minute seemed like an hour, 5 minutes like a day, and an hour like eternity. Of course, he did not have the advantage (perhaps disadvantage) of ever knowing what time it was. He could move his head around. He'll, he couldn't even move his eyes from side to side. He was just stuck staring in the exact same spot. He was stuck staring at was it now himself. A hard, white, immobile statue. Perfectly carved. Almost lifelike. If it wasn't for the empty, vacuous eyes, he looked almost alive. It was his eyes that made him nothing but an object to the outside world.
"At least I'm cute and pleasing to look at," he thought to himself. Although, his cheesy, mischievious little boy's grin started getting to him. No matter how much he wanted to, his face was stuck just like the rest of his body. His smiling face hiding his boredom, anguish, and regret. Eventually, he'd grow to hate that face. It made him look happy. And it would slowly creep him out. A kid just forever standing there, smiling, holding his little dick. But that's all he will ever get to look at from now on. He really has no idea what "permanant" actually means yet. It's only been a single hour. But to him, it's been a lifetime.