A devious idea flashes through your mind. "Hmm... I suppose there wouldn't be any harm in just... testing out this thing a little more with Brooke... I mean, it's not like she would really notice, and I can always put her right back to normal just by taking the bracelet off..." You're still feeling a bit of a rush from your first time using magic to gain control of her; wielding it again is a very tempting prospect. But then, of course, it occurs to you, that it might not be that great an idea to experiment on your sleeping girlfriend without her knowledge or consent after all.
As you sit on the edge of the bed, wrestling with your own thoughts, Brooke turns over onto her back in her sleep, her slender arms falling at her sides and her legs spread just enough for you to glimpse her bare labia. It's just enough of a catalyst to push you over the edge of your temptation. Gently, you lay your hand on the slope of her closer foot, where you think she won't notice, and again you murmur, "Statue."
Just as before, the spell takes hold of Brooke-- the wave of petrification rapidly radiating from the spot where you're touching her, replacing her usual sanguine flesh tone with speckled light grey, until her entire body is made of solid granite. The entire process takes less than two seconds. "Hmm...," you say, examining her. You feel her cold, hard form beneath your fingers, smooth to the touch. Your hand stops on her abdomen, just above her navel. "I guess this type of stone must be the default for a generic 'statue' command. But I wonder... could she be marble instead?"
Suddenly, a second transformative pulse emanates through her from your hand, turning her grey granite body into pure, polished white marble.
"Oooh, very nice," you say. "How about... gold?"
Before your eyes, the marble statue that is your girlfriend is instantly transmuted into gold-- lustrous, polished, solid, 24-karat gold. The change is astonishing. You've never seen this much gold up close in your entire life. You estimate that Brooke must now be worth millions of dollars. Looking closer, you can see your distorted reflection in her breast.
The feeling of complete power you have over Brooke now is extremely alluring. "Okay," you say, "let's try something else entirely. Let's turn her into a doll." Immediately her golden coloration fades back into a color closer to her regular skin color-- except, you realize, it has a shiny, artificial look to it. She is turning to plastic and shrinking. As it reaches her breasts and her nether region, that's when you notice-- her nipples and her vagina are missing, completely smoothed over. Her arms, legs and neck become ball-jointed. Her hair becomes synthetic. Within moments, you have reduced Brooke to little more than a Barbie doll that looks like her.
You pick her up off the bed, inspecting your handiwork. Incredulously, you run your finger over one of her smooth nippleless breasts, and try to decide what to do with her next.