Mikey scooped Jon up into his hand, ignoring the high-pitched voice and tiny hands tapping on his trying to get him to let go; pounding from Jon's point of view, only tapping from Mikey's. Jon was horrified; he was less than a foot tall, and naked in his little brother's hand, being taken into his little sister's room to be put into the clothes of her dolls. No matter how loudly he screamed, it seemed only Mikey could hear him. It was a great relief when he was dropped onto a huge soft surface, and the enormous person that was his little brother walked away.
He tried to think of what to do, how to get Mikey to change him back, and wondered where his brother had gone. Suddenly a woman dropped down onto the bed he was on, and just sat there. He quickly realized it was a doll. Mikey was grinning down at him. "Do you like that outfit? Or should I pick a different one?"
The doll was wearing a black sparkling dinner dress and heels that both looked too tight to fit him. Mikey didn't wait for an answer, and quickly laid out many outfits on the bed. Among them were a nauseatingly pink princess dress, a halter top, purse and skirt so short his junk would probably hang out, and a wedding dress with a veil. All of them made Jon shudder to think of wearing, and he couldn't bring himself to pick one, just sit there on the bed waiting for Mikey to choose and dreading his choice.
