I Don't Know Art, But I Know What I Like

You sit and consider Maisie for a moment as you try to decide what might be an appropriate first transformation for her. She likes being looked at, and above all admired, that's for sure. She had been constantly checking her appearance in either the car mirror or her camera phone since the moment you picked her up (though, sadly, not for your benefit). That gives you an idea.

"Maisie, how would you like to be made into art?"

"What do you mean, Master?" she asks, her tone and body language immediately becoming defensive.

"Like me turning you into a statue or a painting for a while" you elaborate "You'd still be able to see, feel and hear like normal, so you could watch everyone admiring you and hear all the nice things they would be saying about you. Wouldn't you like that?"

"But I wouldn't be able to move or talk or anything, Master" Maisie realises with a degree of horror.

"It would only be for a day or so" you assure her.

"That would still be a very long time not to be able to do anything at all, and I don't think I would like people just staring at me, Master" Maisie pouts

"But this is about what I would like, Maisie" you remind her.

"And what would I be wearing, Master?" she enquires with suspicion. You shoot her a mischievous grin that tells her the answer without you needing to say it out loud. She gasps and recoils, covering her boobs with her arms as if she has already been stripped bare "Master, you wouldn't!?"

"Nudity is classy in art, Maisie. That's why it can be displayed in public and nobody even minds"

Maisie looks truly aghast at this proposal.

"But if I was in public like that then people I know might see me, Master!"

"They wouldn't know it was actually you. They would just assume you had posed as a life model, which is quite the honour" you tell her reassuringly.

"No Master, you can't do this!" Maisie glares at you, raising her voice. But your days of being ordered around by this girl are over now, even if she has to learn that the hard way.

"You really need to stop telling me what I can't do"

You don't even raise your voice, but the threat is clear. Maisie falls silent and folds her arms in defeat. This is going to happen whether she likes it or not. You just have to decide what art form would suit her best, and how you would like to pose her for it.