Jay whispered to me, "I'll be back to pick you up later. We have twenty-four hours after all." and Jay left.
I sat there patiently as each class took place. Then school ended and everyone went home. I thought that Jay should have come back for me by now but he hadn't. I spent the whole night sitting on a shelf as a vase holding a flower in my cock.
I fell asleep and dreamed about being the best vase and winning the art contest. I looked around at all the other vases and they were very ordinary. The only thing I wished was that I had been painted a glossy red.
Morning arrived and the next school day started but there was still no Jay. Then suddenly, I softened and became able to move. I didn't realize it at the time but I had just become flesh and blood instead of clay but I was still in the shape of a vase. I could see, hear, feel and smell but I wasn't sure where any of my body parts were except my cock. I knew I still had arms and legs but they were so mixed up with the rest of me like I had been put through a blender that I couldn't figure out how to move my arms and legs. All I could do was wiggle around without direction. I could move but I couldn't leave the shelf.
Mr. Morrison came in and saw me. He grabbed me by my cock and started walking around the room while he got his phone out.
"Hello, Jay? This is Mr. Morrison. ... Something happened to your vase. It's all limp and soft. It won't do to show it off in the art contest anymore. What kind of clay did you use? ... Ah, I see. Well, sorry that you're sick but you need to fix your vase before the art contest or I'll have to dispose of it. ... I realize that and I'm sorry if you are unable to make it in time but this vase is worthless as is. I'll leave it on the shelf for now but before the art contest, if you haven't fixed it, I will have to get rid of it. I don't have enough room to keep student's failed projects. ... Get well soon."
I knew then that I had to be the best vase I could be if I didn't want to be disposed of. So I stiffened up as best I could.
Mr. Morrison placed me back on the shelf and walked away. I don't know if he noticed or not. I continued staying as stiff as possible all day. It was exhausting. Have you ever had to stand at attention for hours? I don't know how successful I was and I don't know if Mr. Morrison even noticed.
Over the weekend, I didn't have to stay stiff. I only had to stiffen up if people came by. Strangely, I didn't feel bored. Instead, I felt like I was a vase and that somehow left me feeling content. I only worried about how I was failing as a vase.
Finally Jay showed up. He asked, "How are you holding up, Clay."
I tried to talk but my mouth and throat were so smushed up that all I could do was whisper. "I'm fine. Can you fix me now?"
Jay said, "I can barely hear you. That has got to be the quietest whisper I have ever heard. Anyway, I got ahold of Rod. Unfortunately, Rod got transformed into a rod and can't help us anymore. I'm afraid you're stuck as a vase until I can figure out how to get ahold of those patches Rod used on you. I did figure out though how to stiffen you up so you can still enter the art contest. I can paint you with a paint that will harden on you. What do you say?"
"Is the paint permanent?"
"No, it will eventually chip away and I'll have to repaint you again."
"Okay, paint away."
I was happy. Jay had bought a great shade of red paint.