Sally lifted up the wedding dress, and stared in shock. "I don't have that! I thought this was a girl doll!" Jon flushed in embarrassment as he struggled not to cover himself up, and just hang there as he was expected to. She quickly dropped the dress back down and pushed the veil back to reveal his face. Jon just smiled, and unexpectedly... she squealed with glee. "Jon?! You're my doll? Oh, this is so great! We're gonna have so much fun!"
She hugged him tightly and spun around once, a somewhat nauseating experience for him if he wasn't currently puzzled as to why she took it so casually. "Mikey did this to me! Please ask him to change me back, Sally! I don't wanna be your doll." In an instant, her expression changed from deliriously happy to... crushed.
"You... you don't wanna be my doll, Jon? But we could have fun... I could even dress you up in boy clothes sometimes if you're a really really good doll." Her lip quivered, and he had a very hard time saying no. "It's not that I don't want to, I guess I do, it's just that I'm-"
This was as far as he got before she started jumping for joy, apparently taking it as a yes. "Thank you so much, Jon! You're the best big brother AND little doll ever! Lemme find some shoes for you, you must feel bad being in that pretty dress without any high heels." He yelled after her as she rushed off to her "doll corner", the drawer where she kept all of her doll clothes and accessories, but she didn't hear him. After a minute of frantic yelling, she ran back to him and dropped a pair of shoes by him which he wasn't sure his feet could fit in.
She stared down at him smiling until he picked them up and slipped his feet into them surprisingly easily. They were white heels that he had to guess as two inches normally sized, far too high for him to walk safely in, though he tried at her command and fell several times. "They're not that bad, are they? They're really tiny. Stop playing around."
With some practice he gradually got better, and just when he was feeling confident with it, she picked him up rather roughly and took all his clothes off of him, setting him down on her bed and running off to find more clothes. "Let's see what makes you look really pretty!" Jon sat on the bed with much the same kind of apprehension as when Mikey was picking out clothes, wondering what his prison would be this time.
