Nick was amazed at how much the statue in the singlet looked like him. He reached out to touch it. His index
finger ran down the neck and across the shoulder and to his amazement the shoulder strap on the singlet moved
with his finger.
"Whoa!" he gasped softly. He looked across the room to where Mitchel was bent over inspect a case of
trophies.
He reached out his hands and slid the shoulder straps off the shoulders and down the arms of the statue
revealing his statuesque twin's torso. He stopped when he saw a scar on the muscled sculpture's abdomen in
the exact same spot where he had his appendectomy scar. He reached out his index finger and traced the the
scar on the cold chrome statue. To his surprise the statue pulled back from him and laughed.
"That tickles," Nick heard his own voice say, but it came from the statue's mouth looming over him.
He felt the statues cold metal hands grip his shoulders firmly. He blinked and suddenly he felt the silver
pajamas tighten on his body. Not like tight clothing, but like liquid paint. Nick felt the paint flowing into
every nook and cranny of his body. It tickled as it oozed inside his armpits and groin. The statue's hands
seem to grow warmer and warmer as Nick's body grew colder and colder. Nick blinked he was rigid and being
lifted off the ground. The statue still had a metal head and hands and probably feet, but his body was all
flesh tone now - at least the part that Nick could see. The statue grinned, and peeled silver skintight gloves
off its hands and then put them on to Nick. From his perch on the pedestal, Nick could see Mitchel across
the great room. He opened his mouth to shout, but discovered that the silver on his neck seemed to immobilize
his vocal chords, just as the silver on his arms and legs prohibited movement. He looked in terror as the cold
unmoving silver mask of his face removed its silver toed socks. Then the living statue put his head between
Nick's spread legs. He tilted rigid Nick to the left and put the right sock on Nick's right foot. Then he
tilted Nick to the right and put the left sock on his left foot.
The body language of the living statue with its singlet rolled down to its waist revealed emotions that its
unmoving steely gaze did not. He stood admiring Nick on the pedestal with his chest puffed out, his legs
spread and his hands on his hip. He stood there triumphant. Then he reached up and peeled off the silver mask
revealing the twin of Nick's own face. Only this face was smiling, while the only expressions on Nick's face
were fear and astonishment. The former statue tossed the mask at Nick's feet. He felt the odd fabric against
his chromed foot. It was as if his foot was bare instead wrapped in a silver sock.
"Hey, bro, there's a statue in here for each of you and your buddies. What the -?" the former statue said
looking down at the bulge in his crotch. "That's new. Let's have a look see - I need to put on your old
clothes anyway."
The former statue peeled off his singlet to reveal a hairless crotch with sporting an erection. Then he
looked at Nick's silver bulge.
"So this is a boner? Good thing you were sporting one when you became a statue, because you won't be getting
any harder than you are already. Heh, heh, let's get your singlet on you, Nick - oh, wait, that's my name
now. Hm, do statues have names?" he shrugged.
Still naked the statue put its still warm singlet on Nick. He leaned in close to Nick. Their twin faces were
inches apart. Nick could smell his twin's maleness, and his own growing metallic scent. He licked his lips,
and then he pressed his lips against Nick, and plunged his tongue down Nick's throat as his head tried in vain
to pull away. He felt so cold and lifeless, except for his head. Nick began to kiss his twin back. It felt
good. His life seemed to be flashing before his life, and at the same time he gained his doppelganger's
memories. He recalled the foundry where he was living metal hot liquid being poured into a mold. The foundry
workers were all very short - like dwarves. A tall lithe pale man with long white hair had stood over the
cooling generic human male mold (it was sort of like a giant Oscar statue), but then the weird guy with the
white hair reached into a pocket in his cloak and pulled out a teddy bear. The teddy bear looked familiar.
Nick realized it was the teddy bear he lost when he was a toddler. The statue quivered as it cooled. It
shrank, and reformed to become the identical version of Nick as he was today. That was years ago. The statue
had waited all these years for Nick to come to trade places with him. Nick would spend the rest of his life
here. He knew that as the former statue broke his lip lock.
"Sorry, Nick, but it was you or me," he said, "Nick, hm. I know I'll be Nicholas from now on," the living
statue said as he bent over Nick's backpack. He pulled out Nick's briefs, jeans, and t-shirt. He soon was
dressed except for his bare feet. "I may try the socks and shoes later, right now I like the feel of the
floor beneath my feet."
He looked at himself up and down and turned his back on Nick. He had the back pack slung over his shoulder as
he started to walk toward Mitchel. He froze and turned back to look down at the mask at Nick's feet. He
chuckled.
"Almost forgot," he said as he stooped to pick up the mask, and put it over Nick's head.
"Oh, perfect!" he whispered. He kissed his statue once more than using his shirttail wiped the smudge off
Nick's now immovable silver face. Then he noticed the creamy smudge on Nick's metal singlet. It was cold metal
firmly part of the statue now, but apparently the new Nicholas's cock had leaked pre-cum while kissing the
former Nick. He wiped that off too, and shoved the shirttail back into his jeans.
He turned and started over to Mitchel.
"Hey, Mitch, look what I found!" Nicholas shouted.
Mitchel turned and stood up. He was surprised to see the Nick was back in his street clothes, but to be
honest the silver pajamas had kind of freaked Mitchel out, so he was glad to see Nick dressed again.
"Did you find someone else?"
"Yeah, I found myself!"
"What?"
"You got to see this, it's a life size statue that looks just like me. There are so many statues in here, I
bet there's even one that could be your twin," Nicholas said as Mitchel stared up statufied Nick.
Nicholas put his hand on Mitchel's shoulder and squeezed it. It was amazing to be able to move and to feel.
He wanted to share it with his brothers. He wanted Mitchel's twin to be free, to be replaced by the original
Mitchel.
Nick stared immobile with an unchanging expression, but his mind was as active as ever. He tried to move. He
tried to scream. He tried to warn Mitchel. There had to be a way to escape. Nicholas smiled up at him in a
way that made clear to Nick that Nicholas didn't think there was any escape for him.