Monique's gaze zeroed in on Natalie for probably the twentieth time since they'd bought her. The idea that this metal statue was once a flesh-and-blood woman fascinated her. More intriguing still was the fact that Natalie was apparently still aware of her surroundings... and the notion that Monique herself or one of her friends could have such an experience. She just couldn't leave the mysterious golden girl alone any longer.
"I say we gotta do something with Natalie," the black girl said. "She's just too damn cool to not play around with."
Sita raised an eyebrow. "I don't know if I feel good 'playing around with' a real person. Yeah, we bought her, but she's not a toy. She's a conscious mind with wants and desires. She wanted to be sold as an ornament, so that's all we should use her for."
Lacy shook her head at the Indian girl. "Don't ruin the fun, Patel. I only bought Statue Girl so we could do something interesting with her. I wanna see if we can turn her back into a human. I bet she'd turn normal with we painted her with the skin-toned Melanin Paint."
"Wait," said Blair, stroking her mane pensively, "Sita's right. It'd be one thing of Natalie could talk and tell us what she was okay with, but she can't. It just be a really shitty thing to do if we screwed around with her body without asking."
"We can ask her after we've transformed her," shrugged Lacy. "If she doesn't like it, we can change her back with this gold paint." Lacy held up a can of metallic gold Melanin Paint.
"I... guess..." Blair said pensively.
"Yeah," said Mia. "As long as we can undo anything we do to her, it's probably bastante bueno."
"Good," said Lacy. "Mo, care to do the honors?"
Monique nodded gleefully, grabbing a jar of peach-colored Melanin Paint and a paintbrush. She looked the naked metal girl over appreciatively. Her golden body was completely frozen in time, her limbs unmoving, her joyous expression unchanging. She didn't even breathe, and yet she lived, the effect, combined with her gleaming skin, was breathtakingly beautiful. Monique ran her chocolate-colored fingers over one of Natalie's golden breasts. It felt cool and solid, so unlike a fleshy human's. For a moment, Monique felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of reversing this glorious metamorphosis, but she knew that the secret to understanding Natalie's transformation (as well as testing the limitations of the Melanin Paint) depended on talking with Natalie.
Monique dipped her paintbrush in the paint and ran it over the back of Natalie's hand. Monique gasped as the paint soaked into the hand, and the painted strip transformed into supple Caucasian skin! She experimentally ran a finger over the skin. It was just as soft and pliable as her own. Monique continued to paint Natalie's hand. Before long, the now-human hand was moving, the fingers curling and uncurling. Their owner seemed to be as dumbfounded by the transformation as Monique.
Monique continued to paint Natalie, moving up her arm and onto her breasts. Before long, Natalie's tits lost their metal firmness and regained the bounce and malleability of human boobs. Monique felt a wave of arousal over her power to transform Natalie as she moved on to the other arm, the first now flailing wildly.
Monique worked her way down Natalie's taut tummy, making sure her brush went deep into the belly button to reach all the skin in that recess. The African-American teen felt like blushing as she painted over Natalie's shaved pussy, watching it return to its natural state of flesh. The cheerleader painted down Natalie's long, shapely legs, rapturously watching the metal become skin as she worked. Before long, she was at Natalie's feet, carefully painting each individual toe.
Out of the corner of her eye, Monique saw Mia adoringly painting freckles on Jess's face. The dark-skinned girl smiled; she hoped those two were getting off as hard as she was. It was honestly getting really hard to hold back from masturbating, but Monique had a job to do.
Natalie suddenly crumpled to the ground. All the girls' head snapped in her direction.
"Is she okay, Mo?!" gasped Blair, raising a hand to her now-freckled face.
"She just lost her balance," answered Monique. "I don't think she's used to having legs that aren't locked in place anymore."
After painting over the golden soles of Natalie's feet, Monique scooted behind her and painted her back. She did her best to hoist Natalie up, doing her best to paint her ass in flesh tones. The cheerleader once again found herself blushing as the paintbrush plunged deep into Natalie's naked asscrack.
"Only the head left," Monique announced to the squad. "Lacy, got any hair-color paints?"
Lacy laughed. "In every fucking color you could imagine, and then some! How's strawberry blonde? My gut tells me she's a strawberry blonde."
"Sounds great, sugar," said Monique.
As Lacy painted Natalie's hair, each strand softening beneath her paintbrush, Monique got to work on her golden face, frozen in eternal rapture. She ran the paintbrush over Natalie's peaceful, closed eyes. The eyelid snapped open, revealing green eyes and a frightened expression. Troubled, Monique kept painting. More and more of Natalie's orgasmic expression faded as the metal of her skin did. Monique finished the paint job by unsealing Natalie's smiling mouth.
The now flesh-and-blood Natalie Evans stared at her hands in shock and horror. "Holy... shit," she choked before rounding on the girls furiously. "You... you stole my new life from me! You took away my lovely golden skin fucking turned me into a plain, fleeting human! I was going to be timeless, eternal! I had the most beautiful skin in the world! I was truly SPECIAL!! And you fucking took all of that away from me! So what have you little bitches go to say for yourselves?"
Blair placed a comforting hand on Natalie's shoulder before pulling the ex-statue towards her, allowing her to bury herself in the redhead's shaggy, leonine mane. "I'm real sorry, Natalie. I tried to talk them out of it, and so did Sita."
Natalie sniffled. "Yeah, you did. I'm not mad at you two, just those two shitheads with the paintbrushes."
Monique and Lacy hung their heads in shame, suddenly overcome with guilt.
"I'm so so sorry for ruining things for you, Natalie," said Monique at last. "Lacy and I just wanted to know if that was possible. I guess I was hopin' that if this worked, than the gold paint might... make me like you were. Still doesn't justify using you as a guinea pig, though."
"If it helps," Lacy suggested, "we're willing to try to use the gold paint to try to turn you back into a statue."
Natalie's face softened. "Thanks. I guess I shoudn't've yelled and cursed you out. Teens get up to weird shit all the time. I of all people understand how eager you were to try out magic."
"Glad you're willing to be understanding," Lacy smiled. "So! Shall we get to work on you, Nats, or would you be willing to put it off and join in on our dicking around? It'll be tons of fun, I guarantee you."