Zoe skipped down the hall, Jon still grasping her hand. She couldn't believe her plan had worked so well. "Only one more step," she thought to herself, smiling more in anticipation.
As Jon and Zoe reached her room, the metal door slid open silently. Beyond it was something that made Jon gasp.
The room was enormous. Pink walls, a four-post king-sized canopy bed with pink sheets stuffed to the brim with pillows and plushies, and of course, the most interesting thing to Jon right now: dolls.
"Like, ohmigod. Zoe. You have SO many dolls! Can we play House, or dress up?!" Jon squealed, filled with excitement, as he ran over and began looking over the dolls sprawled on the floor.
Zoe once again smiled at the result of her plan. She couldn't believe the mental changes worked so perfectly, and the physical changes were perfect as well, even if they weren't finished yet.
"I'm so happy that you finally want to play with me, but we have to do one thing first!" Zoe replied, grinning evilly, though Jon could only see happy girl who wanted to play with him which was mostly true.
"Like, what's that?" Jon replied, absent mindedly, as he picked up a doll wearing a pink cheerleading outfit.
"I need you to go into my closet." She replied, calmly, looking at him, the grin finally mostly gone, replaced with confident assurance.
Jon thought for a second about this. Hadn't he just done something with a closet? His memory wasn't that great, unless it came to clothes. He knew all about clothes. But something still upset him, even though he couldn't quite figure out what.
"Uhm, like That sounds great and all, but can't we just play house or dress up instead?" he replied, a perplexed look on his face momentarily, until it seemed to fade away as he spun the doll around in his hands, absentmindedly admiring how pretty it was.
"But this'll make playing with me so much more fun! Don't you want to play fun games, Barbie?"
Jon perked up, hearing that name again. He loved hearing that name. He also loved playing fun games.
"OK Zoe! But after that promise me we'll play a fun game!" he replied, putting the doll back on the ground.
Zoe once again smiled. "Of course. I promise."
"Now, just go into the center of the closet and wait until I come back." She said, leading Jon into the closet.
It seemed completely barren to him. Nothing pretty for him to play with in here. He turned around to protest, but Zoe was already outside and the doors were closing.
As soon as the doors shut, the closet was completely dark, and unpleasantly still. She couldn't hear anything from the outside, either.
As soon as she wondered when something would happen, she heard a whirring sound. It got louder and louder, until it was almost deafening. And as soon as it began, it had faded away completely. Which is good, because if it had lasted any longer, Jon might have started crying out of fear.
Once again the doors opened and light flooded in. Jon looked down to see what Zoe had done and why he needed to go into this scary closet in the first place. His outfit was the same, and he once again admired how pretty his shoes still were. His hair was still golden and just as long
He continued trying to find the subject of the change Zoe made when he suddenly saw a shadow. He looked up to see Zoe, except this time she looked a little different.
She now towered over him.
Zoe strolled into the closet, and gasped as she looked down to see what Jon had become. He was now the perfect doll.
Jon was scared, having to look up so much to see Zoe. But she quickly said something that made all the fear and anxiety vanish from Jon.
"Let's play dressup, Barbie."
He couldn't be scared of that.
"Zoe, Barbara told me what you did to your big brother! You're in big trouble young lady!" Zoe's Mom screamed, strolling down the hall to her room.
As she reached it the doors opened, revealing Zoe playing with a doll in a pink cheerleading uniform in front of her dollhouse, a giant pile of doll clothes strewn across the floor next to her.
"Zoe, how could you do something like that to your brother? Where is he?" her Mom replied, angrily trying to locate her son.
Her face froze, as the pom-pom encased hand of the doll seemed to rise up of its own will, and she heard a very tiny noise coming from its general direction. She raced over to verify her fear.
As she got closer, the doll cried out "Hi Mommy! Look at all the pretty clothes Zoe has! Why don't we let her pick games more often?" she asked, giggling.
Zoe was in even more trouble now.
