Wendy was taken aback again. She wasn't sure what the little girl meant, but also unsure she wanted to know what she meant. But at the same time, she was not going to give up on her once-in-a-lifetime shot and seeing the innards of the most magical place on Earth, so she adjusted her ball cap, smoothed her skirt, and walked up to stand next to Megan.
"Following my rules already, I love it when that happens." Megan said, looking at Wendy the same way a child might look at a Barbie doll. "I have just the thing for you, Wendy Wittson, but it's a surprise, so turn around."
Wendy nodded and turned away from the girl, looking out to the magnificent and bright toy emporium beyond. She focused on a green train that ran on tracks high off the ground, chugging along with a happy smile on its face. Wendy smiled back . . . just as she felt something click and hook into her own back. Her eyes went wide and she started to spin around, but two Megan Dollies stepped up as if to advise her against that. Behind her, Megan giggled. Then Wendy felt and heard something click click clicking. With each click she felt something chilly work around her body. She looked down and saw that with each click of whatever it was, her grey blouse changed more and more into a tight pink leotard adorned with ruffles and golden embroidery. Her violet tights turned soft white, her ratty tennis shoes into perfect pink slippers with satin ties wrapped around her ankles. Her ballcap vanished and became a tiara, her straight hair bundled itself up into a bun. White opera gloves rose up along her arms. And then her tube skirt blossomed into a brilliant and fluffy pink tutu.
Wendy looked down out herself, dumbfounded, awed, and excited.
And then she heard Sharon giggle, "Hahaha, she looks like a doll. Can I play with her?" There were a few sniggers and Wendy blushed, but didn't full realize what they meant, because Wendy couldn't see two things. First was the intricate golden key stuck to her back, the one that had transmogrified her clothes. Second were the perfect pink circles on the apple of each cheek, the type of which was so commonly worn by pretty dollies . . .
