As you are ready the artist flicks his large paintbrush at you.
For a brief second you feel as though a hurricane has
enveloped you and then all you can feel is some kind of
stiff material at your back. You try to focus outward and can see a big black shadow moving around. A few moments later you come to realise that although you seem to be still breathing you are now a painting on a canvas standing on an easel.
"Far too much paint!" you hear the artists comment like a booming explosion and watch, horrified, as a painter's palette knife descends towards you.
A chill runs through you as the cool metal takes away some of the paint on your sides. As you start to realise what just happened to you a thinner knife lowers onto your chest an makes two uneven semi-circles, which gained suddenly some weight.
Finally it starts to dawn on you, what you have willed into, when the artists knife descends onto your groin. You watch in pain as he scrapes off your manhood leaving behind a smooth and flat surface. Then with a fine camel hair brush the artist dabbs once onto your groin and you feel your new sex.
With a much more broad brush he touches your head and paints red hairs down to your shoulders. Now a chill ran up your spine and deep within you know that you are the painting of a naked women.
You now realised too the classical pose that you still strike.
After that he paints a tunic onto you and if you could move you would have gasped at the sudden touch of cloth to your skin, that know was only canvas. Then the artist proceeded with your surroundings...