Wendy Witson wasn't lost. She was skipping along her way to the zoo, feeling very pretty and pink in her stripey tights while her lion pet . . . what was his name, again? followed along behind her, a sour puss in every sense of the word. But more than that, Wendy Witson was no longer lost in her own mind. She knew she was in a deep, dark hole with no light. Words and commands for her to be silly, simple, pretty; a dolly who wanted to be owned. That was all well and good, but Wendy Witson would not let some half-backed spell put on her by a child keep her down. And so the next time she heard Megan's silly, laughing voice in her mind, the one that went,
"You want to be nice at allll tiiimes," Wendy Witson thought back, "Well, I try to be a nice person to everyone." It was a bit of a fib, but every time Wendy heard that command, she responded back just the same way until her voice had replaced Megan's in the rotation of commands. And so she started to make a ladder out of the deep hole she was in. If she had to be a doll, so be it, but Wendy would be a doll on her terms.
Meanwhile, Wendy heard someone's voice. A boy that she vaguely recognized. He was the skinny, tall boy who couldn't keep his blonde hair out of his eyes. His shirt looked too big for him and jeans and she was pretty sure he had an inhaler on his pocket.
Wendy's stuffed lion, the boy who used to be . . . oh, gosh darn it, what was his name . . . growled at the Sherman boy.
"Mr. Lion, stop it. You should be nice to everyone." Wendy said in a sing-songy voice. The lion whimpered, and the Sherman boy laughed a little. It wasn't a very nice laugh.
"Hehe, yeah, you should be nice to me. You're just a toy now."
"You should be nice to everyone, too." Wendy said.
And the Sherman boy laughed again. "I'm not going to take orders from a silly dolly like you." He said. And then he did something Wendy was unprepared for, because he walked up to her without fear and squeezed her right breast. And not in a nice way. "Heh, been wanting to do that to a girl for a long time. But I guess your not a girl then, are you?"
Wendy turned to her Lion friend. "Mr. Lion, let's go and leave this Sherman boy alone. He's very mean." She turned to go, and Mr. Lion surprisingly did, too. But Sherman wasn't quite done playing because he jumped around to get in Wendy's way, no matter which way she turned. "Sherman, can you please get out of my way. You're not being very nice."
"You're a doll and I'm a human. You have to listen to me. You won't be a Megan Dolly anymore." He looked at Mr. Lion, "Neither will you. Both of you will be Clyde Dollies . . ."
