As you browse flip through the book your eyes stop on the option of
becoming a trophy.
"I could go for something like that." You think to yourself.
You go about reading more into becoming a trophy. There's a section
about deciding what material to be and what kind of trophy you want to
become.
You decide that you'll do it and just decide upon the options as you
go along. Getting out of the chair you walk back up to the
receptionist with the book in hand.
"Hello, have you decided?" asked the lady in a cheerful voice.
"Yes, I have," you respond and then show her the book, "I want to
become a trophy."
"Alright, as for material. Our most expensive is gold, second is
silver, then all other metals are one flat rate."
You think for a little while, you didn't really want to blow all your
money on this so you decide that one of the cheaper metals would work.
"How about bronze?"
She types a few things into the computer and says, "Alrighty, follow
me back and we'll get you started.
She walks around the desk and opens a door leading to a empty room
containing nothing but a large circular bronze platform on the floor
and a mirror on the wall.
"All you have to do is strip down and stand on this platform here to
start your change. You'll have about ten seconds to strike a pose
before your body begins to stiffen. When you're all done, one of our
technicians will come in and collect you." And with that she left the
room, closing the door behind her.
You look at the platform on the floor and shrug. You've come this far,
no backing down now. You strip off your clothes and step onto the
cold metal platform. You position your feet apart facing the mirror
and flex your muscles, almost like a bodybuilder.
After a while of nothing happening you relax your muscles, only to
find that they are stuck in their current position. Looking in the
mirror you see your changes begin. Your feet are beginning to take on
the same color and shine as the platform. Your heart begins to race
and you wonder if you've made a mistake as the transformation from
flesh to metal continues up your legs. You can feel it now. First
there is a tingling feeling, then it feels stiff, then it feels numb
and cold.
As the process reaches your groin, you feel your cock grow hard and
can see it bulging in the mirror as the it hardens and becomes solid
bronze. The transformation flows up your chest as your breathing
becomes shallow and then stops as your torso hardens into metal.
You feel if flow over your shoulders and down your arms and hands,
locking your entire body in a pose of victory. In the mirror you can
see your entire body from the neck down is solid, shiny bronze. You
can't help but admire your trophy body.
You feel it flow up your neck and over your mouth, sealing your lips
shut. As your tongue changes your assaulted by a metallic taste but it
subsides quickly as your entire mouth hardens. You see your hair get
pressed down to your head and harden into metal. Finally the change
flows over your eyes, your vision doesn't change but you can see your
eyes are now expressionless bronze orbs.
A few moments pass as your now solid metal body takes on room
temperature, you feel a strange feeling like your falling and see in
the mirror that your body is shrinking down to the size of a trophy.
You stand there silent and unmoving, a simple bronze trophy remains on
the floor, you can feel your mind beginning to change. Thoughts are
slowing down and all the worries you had before simply don't matter.
You're happy as a trophy. You want to be a trophy, to be looked at and
admired forever. You think briefly, how long did that woman say I
would stay like this, but you quickly stop caring, all you care about
is being a trophy.
After about an hour a man enters the room, collects you and places you
in a case filled with trophies. You feel at home in this case. You
never want to leave.
Thoughts of your old live, your friends, family are all slowly fading
away from your mind. In a few more moments you won't ever remember
that you were human at all. Your name is forgotten along with what you
looked like before you were a trophy.
You are just a trophy, standing proud on display, that is all you have
ever been and all you will ever be.