"Hmm, what should I make you." The stubby queen observed her subjects. She had plenty of servants, but she realized not a lot of toys. This was a little conflicting with her, since she thought at her age, maybe she shouldn't be playing with toys. The bratty queen's justifications won out however. "Who cares, I'm the Queen. I can play with and do whatever I want."
She shaped her ponytails into two scepters and tapped the just enslaved teen in front of her. She began to change shape, body becoming big and blocky. Her skin was replaced with rubber, a pink dress suit formed overtop her and a pink tutu twirled out her legs. Joints formed at every limb, a soldiers hat formed atop her solid bob mass of hair and a forced smile crept in.
"You are the official Royal Toymaker. It's your job to make me as many toys as I want, got that?"
The new life-sized toy bowed and agreed. "I will make the best toys for mistress. As you command."
