Wax On, Wax Off (Wax Statue TF TG)

Halloween is a time of the year when we come together and try to scare each other with crappy costumes we bought at a Best Buy. It's also the time when we get free candy, yet Halloween has always lacked appeal to me. I was never really excited for the Holiday even when I was young. One Halloween changed all that, and forever painted the Holiday as something that could be truly scary for me. It all happened a couple of nights before Halloween, and it will forever stick with me. One day I was walking through the neighborhood, strolling through the path near the back of my street. Power had just gone out for my entire block and I looking for something to do to kill time. As I was paced around the powerless neighborhood, I took notice of a house with its light still on. It was none other than the extravagant abandoned mansion of Vincent Price.

You see, Vincent Price used to own several different manors and buildings. One of these was set up in our town, shortly after he did the film "House Of Wax" way back in the 1950s. This place has always creeped me out, I've never gone two inches near the place. And yet, that building has been derelict for years! Why would a light be on when the rest of the block has no power? I walked up to the building and found a man standing outside the building. He didn't seem to notice me as I approached. My body seemed to get colder with each step I took towards the man, despite the fact that it was a fairly warm night. The man cocked his head upwards suddenly, causing me to jump back in surprise. I got a good look a the man, and found that his skin was pale as the moon. "Can I help you, sir?"

There was something unnerving about the mam, but I chalked it up to late night jitters. "Nothing at all. Say, why are the lights on at this manor? I didn't know this place had running electricity." The man smiled and nodded, causing me to take notice of something. The way he smiled was unsettling, almost like the grin of a man without a soul. "You'd be surprised about what this place is truly capable of. If you want to see something truly amazing, there's a small wax museum at the back of house. It was Vincent's favorite part about this house." The man seemed to be dodging my questions for some odd reason. I decided to play along all the same. "Is it alright to go in there? You'd think something like a wax museum owned by Vincent Price wouldn't be that accessible to the public." The man chuckled to himself. "It's fine, we'll be opening the place to the public on Halloween anyways. You'll just be the first to see 'em."

I thought about it for a moment, and then quickly nodded my head. I turned to walk away, but I was stopped dead in my tracks. I had a feeling that something was off. I turned to look at the man once more, but he was nowhere to be found. That's really odd, how could such a sickly man book it so quickly? I shrugged my shoulders and walked around to the back of the manor. Attached to the back of building a garage-sized museum. I walked over to the door and opened it wide. I entered the wax museum, and found it to much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.

The walls were a dark shade of blue, and various wax statues decorated the walls. Most were based off of movie monsters such as the wolf-man, Dracula, The Fly, and even Frankenstein. As I walked about, I soon caught glimpse of a piece of paper lying on the ground. I picked it up and found that it was a flyer for the wax museum. The flyer was fairly old, dating back to the early 90s. In fact, judging by the date the museum was supposed to open sometime around 93 but never did. Now that I think about, Vincent Price died in 1993. Was the museum project shut down because of his untimely death?

I wandered about until I found something truly strange, it was an empty podium unoccupied by an sort of wax statue. The letters engraved on the bottom of it said, "The dog-faced woman". I had no clue why this was here, why would a dog-faced woman be in a monster museum? I guess it didn't matter as the statue was nowhere to be seen. I guess there wasn't enough time to sculpt it, too bad. I would've really liked to see this museum completed, but I guess that's an impossibility now. After staring at the empty glass case for a little bit, I decided that it was time to head back home. As I turned to leave, I noticed something stuck on my shoe. It looked like wax, could these things be melting? I crouched and picked up a bit of wax off my shoes.

Something felt odd about this wax, but I couldn't quite my finger on it. As I held the bit of wet wax in my hands, I noticed something bizarre start to happen. The wax started to move! The lump of wax started to spread out over my left hand. I shook my left hand violently in an attempt to get red of it, but to no avail. The wax spread over my left hand and soon a strange change started to take place. The movements in my hand started to freeze, veins quickly disappeared as blood stopped pumping through them. It felt like the inside of my hand was solidifying as if it was turning completely into wax! I watched as the shape of my hand changed as well. My hand shrunk slightly as my finger-nails grew longer.

My hand became more delicate and feminine-looking, very unbefitting of a male such as myself. My hand was stiff as a board, I couldn't move it in the least! I waved it around in an absolute panic, my hand just become a chunk of wax! I thought this to be impossible, how could something so bizarre as this happen? The wax soon started moving again and travelled up my arm. My arm became coated in wax as all muscle definition quickly vanished. My arm became slender and far more womanly, making me a lot of the muscles that I had built up over years of weight-lifting. Movement in my arm ceased as it became stiff and rigid, my arm now resembled that of a woman's. What was this little piece of wax doing to me? The wax crawled up my arm and made its way onto my torso. The wax infection spread its way over my torso, wrapping it in a warm coat of wax in the process.

My upper body grew stiff as I felt my sides start to draw inwards. My torso grew curves, almost like that of a woman's body. As my torso curved, I noticed a large amount of wax building up atop my chest. Two large spheres made out of pure wax erupted from beneath my shirt! My shirt could barely hold these puppies in place, rips formed in my shirt as these spheres grew even more massive. These strange spheres looked almost like breasts, but that was impossible! I'm a man not a woman, yet my more womanly arm and torso seem to contradict that statement. Was I becoming some sort of female wax statue? That seemed to be the case and I soon found this thought filling my mind with absolute fear!

The wax continued its movements across my body and made my way to my right arm. My right arm became coated in wax becoming stiff as a board and very feminine. My torso and arms had become completely inanimate! Just then, the wax worked it's way up to my neck, solidifying it in the process. My neck became a solid chunk of wax, as did my vocal cords. Speaking soon became an impossibility to me as I was unable of producing any vocal sound whatsoever. The wax moved onto my face as I soon found it covered by the waxy substance. My face then started to morph as various facial features soon shifted and altered. The bones inside my jaw started to shift as I heard the sounds of bone cracking and rearranging. My face started to grow and pushed itself out from my head. It formed into something akin to a muzzle. My nose started to shift as its color changed from pink to black. My nostrils increased in width, allowing me to smell things that I never had before.

The wax made its way up to my face, freezing my eyes in place in the process. The wax reached my scalp, turning my hair into a wax replica of itself. The wax then made it's way down my hips and legs. The wax built up along my hips increasing them in width. I could feel the last piece of my manhood slipping away at the area between my legs became barren. The wax worked it's way up my feet as panic spread throughout my being. I shook my legs in attempt to stop the wax from advancing down them. I tried to rub, but couldn't properly turn my body. This resulted in me stumbling backwards into the open glass case! Once I stumbled into the glass, I found the wax moving over the last few inches of exposed skin. To my horror, my feet were soon covered in wax!

I watched as the glass door in front of me started to wobble and move on its own. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the wall of glass, and to my absolute shock stood the dog-faced woman I had wanted to see so badly! It slammed shut sealing me inside the glass case! I struggled but couldn't move, my whole body was comprised entirely of solidified of wax! I was trapped like this! Just then, my slightly ripped clothes started to change as well. My jeans rose up my waxy legs and morphed into a pink skirt. Likewise, my shirt morphed into what appeared to be a white top. The look of the outfit I wore seemed somewhat old-fashioned, like something out of a movie from the 70s or 80s. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. Something seemed off about the sound of them though, they were spaced too far apart. As if someone or something was taking large steps. My waxy feminine body stood within the glass case as the being approached me. Within the corner of my eye, a very familiar visage had emerged. The being appeared to be incorporeal, but he seemed to possess a familiar appearance to Vincent Price.

Was this Vincent Price's restless spirit? The ghostly entity hovered in front of me and opened his mouth. "How very odd, I was hoping for a woman to become the model for this particular statue. The restless spirits promised me a female, I see they have not been getting enough sleep in the afterlife or else they would have focused long enough to get this thing right. At least now I have the rare dog-faced woman in my collection, I could never procure the statue from that German wax museum so I'm glad to finally have one of my own." The ghostly apparition continued to stare at me with a frown on his face. "Still, better than nothing I suppose. I normally hate to turn men into women, but I am a little desperate to fill one of my many dying wishes. I have so many chains that still tether me to this physical realm, I felt it best that I started cutting some of them loose." I watched in awe as I stared at the ghost. I couldn't believe Vincent Price's spirit was standing in front of me right now!

It would be a rather amazing sight if I was encased in wax in some scary museum! "As you can tell, I am the spirit of the long-deceased Vincent Price. I have wanted for so long to open up this wax museum situated in a city I used to frequent. Unfortunately, I expired shortly into the 90s and many of my dreams left unfulfilled. I was called back to the physical plane a couple years back, when talks of remakes and reboots of various films surfaced. My name echoed through the spiritual chasm and my spirit was awoken from its unending slumber. I seek to attain true rest once and for all, which is why I needed your assistance. And I apologize in advance for not asking upfront, my spiritual form tends to frighten most would-be assistants away." Vincent bent over and bowed for me, which was somewhat surprising to say the least. "You will be returned to human form on November 1st, after we open the building for the first and last time to the public. And for aiding me and the wayward spirits that dwell here, I shall share with you an amazing secret. Underneath the floorboards in the living room of the manner is a small collection of original work-prints of my films, they could be worth a lot."

The promise of the reward did sound tempting, then again it's not like I could say no even if I wanted to. "It's been so long since I've been in the company of a living mortal. Makes me miss my former existence as well. It was surprising to me to discover that I possessed abilities similar to that of the movies I've appeared in. The ability to turn men into flies, or humans into wax was something no mortal man had ever possessed." Vincent Price continued to float around my glass case. I was surprised when he cracked a smile. "Yes, it's very odd indeed! For now, I shall take my leave of you. The spirits and I still have many preparations to make. Do take care, I'll be sure to visit you before the big night." Vincent's spectral form began to dissipate, as the light in the room started to dim. Panic started to fill my being once more, I absolutely hated being in the darkness alone! "Do not be afraid for this is only temporary. Let this darkness be your solace for these next three nights and afterwards return to your flesh and bone. Til then, I bid adieu." Vincent's spirit flickered and then disappeared. Just then, I heard the doors moving. The two large doors I had entered through soon slammed shut as the lights in the building mysteriously turned off. I was stuck there, frozen as a statue trapped in this glass case. I couldn't move or budge an inch and one thought kept filling my noggin: What other unfinished business did the spirit of Vincent have? I wasn't exactly sure what it was or if I would ever find out, but I was still immensely curious as to what it was. Maybe there are some secrets that just weren't meant for the world of the living.