(Part of it was cut off. I'm noticing the frequency for which this happens may be correlated to certain symbols I tend to use.)
She heard a light giggling in her head. Although Wendy knew she should be pushing away, fighting, trying to escape, anything but stand still the airy feelings making their way into her simply made it impossible. If anything she wanted to hug and snuggle with the women some more, letting her coat and remake her very being so she could be just as girly and pretty as her, than play with any others who needed 'touching up'.
"Cannot give i...n- must... f-...play!"
The doll sprayed the mist out it's mouth somewhat, like the steam of a cold morning's breath rubbing off one's cheek. It reached in and kissed Wendy outright, sending shivers down her spine and causing the liquid to rapidly coat over her face until it was indistinguishably pleasant and placid like the women's own, looking alike in everyway. A curt smile formed on her deep reddened lips, and she fluttered her innocent made-up eyes. As the drips of spray finally reached down her hair, the last former visages Wendy Wittson seemed to give way to another women, or rather distinct doll-like entity entirely.
Thoughts about the park, her life, memories, negative emotions, any emotions but joy and innocent playfulness all seemed to melt away rapidly as the giggling in her head grew louder and a new, perky precious identity was set forth into her head. "Must play! Must be a good Megan Dolly! Must make other's Megan Dolly's too! Must make more Megan Dolly's so we can play together and Megan can play with us!"
The two other ladies stepped away for Clyde to see their handiwork.
Gone was Wendy. In her place, a giggling smiling doll stood forth, with arms wide open ready to embrace, change and play it's next victim.
