Stiff as if really made into a piece of rock, Nick can do nothing but wait and hope he gets a chance to at the least, catch a glimpse in a mirror of what he looks like to anyone else.
Wheeled along on a dolly truck, he is rigid, held in a pose, and feeling at the same time as if he were aroused by the sensations brought on by that classical soap.
His coming to rest offers to still roving eyes, the chance he wanted, as not far from him in the bronze colored light of the room, he can see what must be what he is right then.
"What the shit!" Nick thinks, his mouth unable to move or mouth a single word. He can see though, and seeing he looks at his new reflection in a mirror. Mirrored at him, he sees not his youthful naked form, but that more like a male satyr, one well endowed, and it is sporting a massive erection.
Seemingly changed by the encasing marble rock soap, it has changed him, giving the complete hind quarters of a large and very male goat, the rear legs, elongated feet, and large cloven hooves seem to be what he stands there representing.
Seeing too, he had what were as long curving horns protruding from his forehead, and perky pointed, furred ears poked out away from the side of his more mature looking head.
Nick barely old enough to require shaving more than once a week, he saw as if part of his face a full beard, it thick and curly.
As someone tried to reposition him, Nick had a better view toward the mirror, he seeing how what thick goat wool grew from his head, it trailed down and along his spine, broadening out as it swept into his tail, and wrapped about his midsection, an inch just below his then an puckered outward navel.
"Crude, rude, and nude," if not for that fact he was a living statue, the sight of his being so changed to be animalistic caused him some wild sensual ideas. He wondered if this situation was only of some short duration, and more than that, he had a fond hope what he saw in the mirror, was really the new "Him!"
Further peered looks saw other statues there, many as if people frozen in a state of anguis, horror, and or just stunned looking as if they becoming a statue was as terrible as going to hell.
The true oddity of this all came as from a swishing of a dust-rag passing past his line of sight, Nick could feel his statue self getting polished, especially a numerous number of long strokes given to his satyr goatish erection.