A boring twenty minutes later, someone came into the room... but it wasn't Sally. It was Mikey.
Jon stared at him in horror for a moment, and quickly dove under a fold of Sally's blanket. But by the time Mikey found him a moment later, he realized that was stupid; this was no worse than the wedding dress Mikey had first put him in. He was plucked from under the blanket, and Mikey dropped him from one hand into the other palm, where he lay sprawled, penis and sack clearly visible under the flared-skirt dress, blushing as red as the lipstick on his lips and the dress he was wearing.
"I heard about your new name, little Sally. That's so cute. She couldn't stop talking about her new doll at the dinner table, so much that no one realized you weren't there. You must be hungry by now, and maybe you have to go to the bathroom. What are we gonna do about that?" Mikey grinned, leering at him.
"Maybe you could turn me back to normal size long enough to eat and take a shit?" Jon offered, smiling hopefully. Mikey laughed. "No way, little Sally. You won't have to eat OR go to the bathroom very much when you're that little. I'll bring you in a grape or something. Big Sally doesn't need to know that her little Sally has to eat and poop, does she?"
Jon sighed. This would be over tomorrow, when his mom realized that he was gone and Mikey was forced to tell her what happened and fix him. Until then, he was hungry. And still had to shit. A small fart escaped him, and made Mikey puzzled. "What was that little wind? Did you fart on me??" He dropped Jon onto the bed in disgust, backing away. "Forget about food! And I'm not gonna take you out anywhere to shit, either!" With that, Mikey stormed out of the room, replaced by Sally just moments later.
