You, now a female version of yourself (in the nude), are scared. You didn't sign up for this, but now you're unable to move at all. You feel the cool breeze from a nearby fan brush against your fake pubic area. You try to speak, but your lips stay plastered to the cavas, and you are stuck, frozen in a two-dimensional world. He paints longer hair, blonde now, instead of brown, behind you. He draws your mouth into a smile. He makes your eyes a shocking blue, instead of green. You stay in your pose, staring at the man who controls your form. You see him painting something else behind you, but you cannot turn around to see what it is. For hours, you stand in your position, and finaly he finnishes.
"It is done!" he says. He faces you infront of a mirror, and you see a picture of a naked girl, blonde hair, and blue eyes, standing in a feild. "You shall be the greatest masterpiece of all time! But I must let you dry" He moves the easal infront of the fan, and the cool air is blasted at you. You feel yourself, just a bunch of wet paint, becoming harder. Your breasts and pussy feel odd, a little ticklish maybe. But as time goes on...it feels more like arousal. You sit there, not able to do anything but enjoy the moment.
When you're dry, the painter picks you up, and signs his name at the botom of the picture. Then he brings you out into the first room you entered.
"Ashley, this one is done" he said.
"Wait, who is this?" Ashley asked.
"I don't know" the painter siad. "I just painted him"
"Painted him?! Look, you have to stop changing the genders of the people you paint. We have to find out who this is now, and that could take days!"
"I'm sorry" said the painter, "I was just enjoying myself so much, I got carried away" He left.
"I'm sorry...sir. This probably isn't what you wanted. We will try to identify you, but that could take along time, since you can't talk and all. Unless we...we could change you back into a human. That would turn you into a human that looks like what you are now...