Clay couldn't believe what was happening to him. It was a dream come true he was becoming hotter than he could believe. Already he was thinking of becoming a supermodel.
The phone rang, and the Frenchman said, "Take five."
There was a standing full-length mirror in one corner of the studio, and Clay quickly found himself posing in front of it. He was imagining a career in Hollywood, and thinking about all the chicks he'd score when the Frenchman picked up the phone and said, "Hello, this is Rene."
Rene was a guy? What they hell, he did good work, and best of all Clay was getting paid to reshaped into a living god.
"What your bitch dog is in heat now? Well, yes, I can get the stud dog for you, but--yes, a $10,000 bonus, if I bring him by tonight?" Rene said eying Clay from across the room, and putting his finger to his chin. "Yes, I think I can do that."
"Okay, stud, let's get you into the gelatinite mold, and then I'll try something a bit different while the wax is cooling inside the mold."
The cold rubbery materially warmed as it set. Clay felt odd holding his pose with plastic straws crammed up his nose.
While Clay was immobile in the drying molding material, Rene pulled out the photos of the rare dog that his client wanted to mate with his bitch. It had a good shot at winning a blue ribbon. Rene had owned the dog, but unfortunately an auto accident had hit the animal when it was out for a run. A $10,000 bonus for stud fee? Rene glanced over at the man sealed in rubber. It hadn't been his original plan, and he could always change Clay back, and besides he missed having a dog...