Wendy Wittson was still getting used to her clothes being entirely changed, still getting used to the weight on her back, the slippers on her feet, and the flouncy tutu around her waist. Still so in shock about all this, she didn't realize at first that she automatically turned and started toward Sharon. While she looked different and wasn't fully plasticized, Wendy Wittson was now a Megan Dolly. She would always do what her owner told her, and her owner, she realized, was Megan Madison.
She didn't move like the other, stiffer, Megan Dollies, who practically marched toward Sharon, but instead danced and twirled her way to the woman.
"You should run!" Wendy shouted. She still had some amount of free will, so long as that it did not contradict her owner's commands. And despite what a bitch Sharon had been to her and Clyde and everyone else, Wendy didn't want to turn her into a doll, too.
But the net of marching dollies was closing fast, and Sharon had just one chance to try and escape, or become a Megan Doll herself.
