268. Amy Gets Stoned
Amy shakes her head and chuckles to herself. “You're just driving yourself crazy with this superstitious nonsense. Medusas are nothing but myths, and there's no reason to think one's just hanging around out here. She walks further into the garden, past the nude statues, past the statues with tiny scraps of cloth hanging from them, past the statues with tattered clothing, until she reaches statues with totally pristine clothes.
Amy stops to take a look at one. Not only is this statue wearing modern clothing, it's wearing clothes you've seen around campus. The statue is of a girl with her hair in a pony tail, her hand raised to her wide-open mouth in an expression of shock. Adorning the statue is a pink hoody covering a white tank top, along with a pair of matching pink yoga pants. On the statue's feet are a pair of designer running shoes and athletic socks. Peeking out of the top of the yoga pants are just a hint of underwear. Amy gets curious. She takes a look around to make sure nobody can see her feeling up a statue, then walks over and carefully pulls down the pants to get a look at the panties.
The statue is wearing a pair of purple cotton Valerie's Stash panties, the Hottie collection, a line aimed primarily at college-aged girls. On the butt is written, in metallic silver block letters, the words “HOP ABOARD!” Amy gulps. She had just been in a Valerie's Stash a couple of weeks ago and, in rummaging through the panties, had seen a pair exactly like this one. Since VS updates their collection every season to keep up with trends, this statues must have been clothed in these VERY recently.
“Whoever makes these statues must be very fashion forward... Or....”
Amy feels a clawed hand grip her shoulder and roughly spin her around. Her muscles stiffen with surprise as she finds herself staring into a hideous face with red reptilian eyes and fanged teeth, all framed by hair made of writhing snakes.
On making eye contact with the Medusa, Amy's muscles stiffen further, stiffer than they've ever been before. Amy feels her head grow heavy and her neck grow stiff. Then her chest tightens, her arms go rigid. She finds she can't move her legs. Soon she's completely immobile, staring into space as the Medusa backs up to inspect her newest statue.
Amy is now frozen forever in stone, standing straight up, buttocks clenched, arms at her side, face locked in an expression of shock. For now, she's stuck in cut-off jeans, black t-shirt, shoes and socks, but as the years pass the clothes disintegrate around her, until soon she's in tattered heart-print panties and pink bra. A few years after that, she joins the nudes. Amy retains her consciousness, condemned to forever look out through her stone eyes and contemplate how foolish she was to wander through the statue garden without protection.
Amy is in no condition to continue her adventure (though her life will go on for eternity).