"Who was at the door?" asked Mikey's mother.
"No one, Mom," said Mikey. "It was probably some kids playing a joke."
"Hmm. Next time, then, I'll answer the door."
Mikey ran up the stairs, careful not to let his mother or Jon see the doll he was carrying with him. We was a little surprised that Ms. Warren's clothes and purse had shrunk with her when he turned her into a doll. But, then, when he changed her, he was visualizing her in her clothes at doll size. Maybe that made the difference.
Mikey went into his room and closed and locked the door. He didn't want to have to answer any questions about why he was playing with a doll.
He set Ms. Warren on his desk. As soon as he let her go, she fell over. He'd never seen a doll yet that could stand on its own.
He was curious. Had all of her clothing changed with her? He removed her shoes, and noticed that they still felt like leather, and she had on miniature pantyhose as well. And, under that, there were panties.
Mikey began to feel a little guilty. Here was his pretty teacher, now nothing more than a toy (and a girl's toy at that). Still, the urge to undress her was strong in him. But how would she feel if she knew what he was doing? Could he continue if he thought about that?
