Wendy Witson was lost. Not in the giant, impossible Emporium. She knew exactly where she was, having a perfect map of the maze-like store/amusement park. No, Wendy Witson was lost somewhere inside her own mind. Buried under layers and layers of magic spells and thoughts that told her to be a good doll. To always obey. To always be nice. Thoughts that told her to always skip wherever she went. And even more.
She watched, motionless, as she and other dolls. Jester Dolls, a Knight Doll, Soldiers. And her Owner -- Megan. Because Wendy Witson was a Megan Dolly now. The magic thoughts in her mind told her that she was just a Megan Doll, now and forever more. It was a hard thought to fight. The Doll Wendy Witson had become stood nearest to Clyde, along with her sisters and owner. But she was closest, save for the knight that held him.
"I believe I should get a say in the toy. Don't you all agree?"
Wendy nodded and said in a chipper voice, "Of course, Owner!" The others did the same. And they all watched Megan, who tapped her foot and stroked her chin.
"Well, I have new Megan Dollies. A new Jill-in-the-Box. I think I want something soft and cuddly." Then Megan snapped her fingers and Clyde -- the boy who was so nice to Wendy, suddenly changed like something out of an old TV Show, minus the funny sound effect.
Clyde was gone, and in his place was a two legged lion. He had a long swishy tail with a cute cotton puff at the end, oversized paw hands with cute pink pads on the bottoms. A big amber-orange mane puffed out around his head and cute rounded ears stuck out on the top of his head. All that and more had changed about him, and Clyde looked at himself in a look of bewilderment Wendy Witson knew all too well.
"Mrrew?" He asked.
Megan bopped up and down, clapping excitedly. "Oh, he's lovely! And adorable! And so plushy! Will someone please take him to my zoo?"
Just at that moment, Wendy Witson, deep inside the plastic body and thoughtless mind of a doll, spoke up, "I will, Miss Megan!" She skipped over ever so slightly to Clyde the Lion. Megan nodded to her.
"Do you know where the zoo is?"
Wendy nodded. "I do, I do!"
"Then you will need this." Megan threw out her arm and a blue leash flung from her hand, wrapping around Clyde's neck. The other end, as if magnetized, snapped into Wendy's plastic hand. "Lead him away."
Wendy nodded and pulled on the leash. Clyde started to walk as nicely as a kitten. And so, without having a real plan, Wendy Witson, the Megan Dolly, led Clyde the Lion back outside. . .
