Mikey dressed Jon up, with no resistance - he'd learned, by now - in one of the outfits from before. A white, frilly wedding dress, complete with a veil and little plastic heels. "You're so pretty, Jon. Who's the lucky man?" Mikey grinned down at him, picking up another doll... another doll? Jon shook his head roughly, and looked at the doll Mikey had picked up. A Ken doll in a tuxedo, unsurprisingly. He mimed the doll's voice, proclaiming his love for Jon, making him blush.
Why was he blushing? He just stood silently on the floor, facing the oth- the doll, as Mikey performed a mock wedding. "You may kiss the bride!" The doll moved toward him guided by Mikey's hand, wrapping its plastic arms around him and pushing its face against his. "Kiss, Jon." Mikey stage-whispered to him, and he obliged, to end this quicker.
"Haha, you kissed a doll. Why don't you move in with him, Mrs. Jonny girl?" He was put into a dollhouse by Mikey, with the other doll dropped next to him. For the first time all day, everything seemed normally sized. He felt Mikey's gaze on him as he moved about the house, wondering what to do, and eventually Mikey picked them both up through a window and put them on the bed, stripping them both. "Time for sleep..."
