Ryan couldn't move. He could only watch as his body started to turn porcelain white. It started at his cock hair. The light blond hairs turned pale white, white started to spread up his limp penis. The white color started to spread from his crotch, moving around his torso and thighs. Ever where the white coloring went, a numb feeling followed it. Ryan struggled, trying to break the leather band across his chest. He cried to scream for help, but his voice was gone. As the procelaine whiting started up his abs, the 'artist' took a few wax strips from off another table and moved towards him.
The 'artist' pressed the wax strip over Ryan's crotch and happy trail. He then put another over Ryan's face, pressing firmly on Ryan's eyebrows and upper lips, where he had a budding mustache. Then, one by one, the strips were ripped off, cleaning off all the hair on him. With loud rips, Ryan became smooth and hairless on his crotch, belly, and face. His face contorted into a look of pain. It hurt. However, the pain was slowly subsiding as Ryan became completely white. Even his golden blond hair was clay white. His movements became sluggish, as if he had been drugged with tranquilizers.
"We don't need these anymore now do we?" the 'artist' said as he removed the leather band. Ryan tried to move, but his sluggish limps were too slow and his captor just moved him back on the table.
"You're going to be a relief. I'm sure I can use someone else as the frat house's new steam room flooring." he pressed down on Ryan's thigh. when the impression of his finger didn't rise, the man smiled.
"Looks like you've completely been turned to clay. I'll get the plaster slab to model you in." he said before turning to leave, leaving Ryan in the cold.