When Medusa entered the room, the man was ensnared by her beauty, as I had been. She had her mask on, but he was soon under her power. His eyes looked glazed over as she told him to strip, and he did so.

But the next thing she did was a shock to me. She had a couple of tools in her hand of some kind. She walked over to me, took the chisel, and touched me with it. I could feel the sharp edge right at the top of my....

A blinding flash of pain came over me as she swung the hammer, and cut off my male organs. She picked them up from the ground, and they looked so big in her hand. She went to the hapless man.

"Do you like this?" she said.

"I....." he stammered, now knowing what to say.

"Suck it, boy!" she shouted, pushing it into his mouth. Now I was seeing *my* thing in his mouth. I felt sick. His eyes flashed wide as he caught sight of her with her mask off. I watched in horror as he turned into a statue as well, his skin going from it's healthy tan to pale white, then to marble. He stiffened, and she posed him, putting his hand just where she wanted it. Satisfied, she put her mask back on, and left me to stare at him.

They left us there for days.

* * *

I was now moved to another room. A black bag was put on my head, so I could not see a thing. I heard sounds from time to time, of work going on. The clink of steel on steel, the clunk of marble falling to the floor. I was afraid to think what kind of place this was, and my fears were confirmed when they started working on me.

Chisels clipped me here and there, each sending a jolt of unimaginable pain through me, as parts of me were flaked off, ground, sanded, smoothed. I could not see what they were doing, but the stone carver said they were perfecting me.

At one point, he took off the hood, and did some work on my face, which was equally as painful. He replaced the hood, and kept at it with my body. What were they doing?

"There, you are perfect" he finally said, weeks later. I was so glad it was over. I could not take another jolt of the pain. I felt like I was going to explode.

But when they wheeled me back into the great hall and took off my mask, I was no better off than I had been the first day. I was there for what had to be a year before anything else happened to me. It was unimaginable, the dullness, the sameness, the helplessness that I felt.

* * *

I was relieved when the day finally came where they moved me again. They put the hood on my head, apparently so that I wouldn't get to learn my way around this place. I feared what new horror they would have for me though. Ever time I was moved, things were made worse rather than better.

I was put down by a wall, and the hood removed from my head. This room had no lights though, and I could only barely make out another statue across the room from me. When the door shut, it was total blackness, and I was kept there for what must have been days or weeks.

But suddenly, there was light! A light on the ceiling came on, and now I could see my new surroundings. Across from me, I saw the other statue. It was of a beautiful young woman, her upturned naked breasts beckoning, the curves to her hips inviting, her legs alluring. If I wasn't a statue (and her too) I would have been madly in love.

So when I had to stare straight ahead for weeks and weeks, this was much better than looking at a guy with my thingie in his mouth. I wondered who she was, and why she had been turned into a statue too.

* * *

At long last, there was a sound at the door. I could not see the person because I could only stare straight ahead. When she walked in my general direction, I made a terrible discovery. What I was seeing across the room was not another statue. The person walking towards me showed up on the other wall as well. I had been gazing into a mirror for all this time. The beautiful young woman was *me*!

Medusa grinned as she looked at my pretty face.

"Ah yes, the former young man. Now a beautiful young woman. How does it feel? What's that? You can't feel anything? Oh, of course not, you're a statue, aren't you. Well, we can fix that"

She peeled her mask off, but I was already a statue, and it did nothing further to me.

"What most mortals don't realize, is that not only can I turn people into statues, I can turn statues into people as well. I am going to kiss you, and the kiss of a Gorgon will bring new life into your cold marble body. You will live and breath again. But as soon as you can move, close your eyes! Unless you want to turn right back, that is."

She was now staring me into the eye, at eye level. When she turned me, I was at least six inches taller than her. They had flaked away at least that much from my height.

Medusa kissed me on the lips, and I felt a burning sensation. Air flowed into my lungs, and I took a deep breath. My eyelids were like lead, and they closed at once. I made sure to keep them closed. We had a deep deep kiss, more exciting than anything I could ever describe. Life flowed back into my body, and warmth. I was alive again!

As we kissed, she started to rub my breast with her hand, and new sensations swept over me. Between my legs, I should have been getting hard. Instead, I was getting wet. Getting wet? I pulled back.

"You're a girl now, and forever" she said. I gasped as I felt myself with my hand. I had a woman's body now. I was pretty! I was beautiful! I was a woman! No! This couldn't be true! I couldn't be a girl!

"You are *my* girl now. You will do *whatever* I tell you. Or else, you can be a statue again. I don't even have to be there with you.. Just disobeying me will be enough to turn you back."

I wasn't going to argue. I couldn't believe what happened to me, but I didn't want to take a chance of being turned to stone again. That was worse than my present fate.

"You may open your eyes now" she said, and I did, looking up to her, wearing her mask again.

"My assistants will dress you up, and give you a room. It will take a few days for you to be fully recovered. You may explore your new body, or do as you please. Just do not leave your room until I call for you. And from now on, you will call me Mistress. Is that clear?

"Yes" I said, shocked at the sound of my own voice. It was clear, sweet, and feminine. I was really a girl. I hardly protested as her assistants wordlessly put me into a bra, panties, and a dress. I wanted to sleep. I hadn't slept in years. I was tired. I fell into blackness...

* * *

I awoke with a start. It had all been a bad dream, hadn't it? But as soon as I took a breath, and felt the silk sheet rub against my large breasts, I knew it wasn't. I reached down between my legs, still not able to fully believe that my manhood was gone, and that I was a woman now.

I sat up, and went to the mirror to take a look. It was true. I was beautiful, like a living goddess. It was hard not to cry, looking in the mirror, and knowing that the woman staring back at me was actually *me*.

"I'm a woman now" I said out loud, just to hear my soft, sultry feminine voice, which made me squirm a bit. I felt so uncomfortable being a sexy woman! All my life I had lusted after females, and now *I* was one! It was so different, but it felt so wrong! I kept touching myself, but I was afraid to explore too much, and feel any female sexual pleasures. What if I like it? What if it made me want to stay this way?

I had to find some way to get back to my former self. I had to get away from this place, and away from Medusa.

I bathed, then dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for me. Not long after, a young boy entered the room with a tray of food. I hadn't eaten in who knows how long, and I savored each sensation of taste, warmth, and the feel of food going down into my stomach. It felt so satisfying! After being a statue, just the simple act of eating was a pleasure! A person who has never had to endure what I did will never understand this fully.

When I was done, I rang the bell, and the house boy came to clear away the tray. I washed my face and hands, and was drying off when a young woman entered my room.

"Mistress will see you now. She does not like it if you do not come immediately."

I nodded in thanks. She must be in the same boat I was, forced to do whatever Medusa wanted, under threat of being turned into a statue again.

I hurried down the hall, and entered the great room where she sat on what looked like a throne.

"Ah, the lovely Alexandra. How nice of you to grace us with your presence."

I bowed my head to her, to show respect.

"You have much to learn young lady. Illandra will teach you the feminine arts. You shall curtsey to me when you enter my presence. You will conduct yourself like a lady at all times. You will never come to me again dressed in such a sloppy fashion, not wearing makeup, your nails not done...be gone! You have three days time, after which I will summon you again."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress" I said.

* * *

The next three days were hell. Illandra was a merciless task master, and I was drilled constantly on everything. How to walk. How to talk. How to sit. How to hold my head! How to speak to Mistress. Not to even think of her in any name other than Mistress! How to dress. How to put on makeup, and do my nails. What to do, how to do it, when to do it. And to respond to my new female name, Alexandra.

We must have practiced my curtsey a hundred times, until I could do it with the proper style and grace required. My eyes were red and bleary from a lack of sleep. My feet ached from hours and hours of learning to walk in high heel shoes. I was a mess. I was on the verge of tears. I was finally allowed a few hours of sleep, before I was woken, and told to prepare to see Mistress.

I put on my most elegant gown, my best shoes, did my hair and my makeup, made sure my nails were perfect, double and triple checked everything, then walked with the careful gliding steps that Illandra had taught me.

When I entered the great room, I curtsied with all the grace and elegance of a princess. Mistress was pleased.

"You are a fast learner Alexandra. You will do well here for me."

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