Clay ended up with another visitor, who wasted no time in sculpting anew his new clay-like and very pliable and malleable body. Clay had never bore his name so appropriately. This visitor, named Terrance, was a young man who had a quite mischievous idea. Clay was a rather handsome young man so Terrance decided to add more muscles and less fat to his model, but to remove his penis and testicles, leaving only a cunt. Clay would have now a vagina, meaning ovaries and a womb as well, yet Terrance vowed to make Clay's cunt the most irresistible ever, with plump lips, a sensitive clitoris and a beautiful slit. Terrance went to work and the instructor helped him greatly, congratulating him for his original idea. Clay was dimly aware of things, barely conscious at times and thought he was still in the sauna and being massages. And great massages those were, even if the pressures upon his crotch were not unpleasant, if unexpected... Unaware to him, he was being offered the muscles he had always dreamed of but also the ability to bear children. He would be a dream of a man, yet only for a certain type of person with rather specific and kinky tastes... Terrance was happy with his job and he couldn't wait to see the expression of his model once he woke up and realized he possessed new muscles and a brand new crotch belonging to a member of the female sex. As for the instructor, he was already thinking about how to use Clay once the lad woke up from his transformation. And how to use Terrance, for the ones to model their victims would then be transformed so as to be linked to their own victim. The meaner they were, the worse the punishment. A poetic justice of sorts. So the instructor wondered what to transform Terrance into for Clay. A lover? A child? A pet? Maybe Clay should choose for himself. Yes, the possibilities were all tempting, and the other models and their sculptors held many promises too.