When Jon woke up he was blind.
He panicked when he realized there was nothing but darkness in front of him. He started to struggle frantically, only to find that he was bound by something, or rather several somethings, on his arms, legs, and waist.
Jon took a few deep breaths to calm himself when he suddenly remembered Karyn and Sarah.
"Karyn?" He spoke cautiously.
No one answered.
"Karyn?" More insistently.
Still nothing.
"Karyn, are you there? Karyn, Sarah? ANYBODY?!" He called in a voice shrill with fear.
Ok Jon. Calm down. Just because they can't hear you doesn't mean they aren't somewhere nearby. After all, your voice is as small as you are now.
He calmed himself again, breathing deeply. Ok. Better figure out where exactly this is first, then worry about Karyn and Sarah.
Past the soft fall hair against his back, he could feel himself brushing against something when he struggled. He could also feel something beneath his feet, but it yielded a bit more than ground.
Ok. Something behind me, something below me. But I can't tell if there's anything in front of me because of whatever is binding my arms.
He struggled against his bonds some more. Whatever they were, they had a bit of give, and judging by the sound they were rubbing against something whenever he moved them back and forth.
Feels like whatever's holding me here is coming through holes cut in the back of....whatever's on my back. Strange texture though. Feels almost like plastic..
Jon's thought was interrupted by a sudden fit of sneezing. After some sharp intakes of breath he realized the air smelled rather odd.
This is familiar. Smells like...cardboard? Am I in a box? A cardboard box?
Confident in his newfound understanding of these dark surroundings, he began feeling around for a way to undue the bindings on his body. They may have restricted forward movement of his arms, but he could move them sideways with little difficulty. He continued this way for only a few seconds before his hand brushed against something soft.
What is this? He wondered.
Bewildered, he felt further. The soft substance extended as far as he could move his hands in either direction.
Am I wearing a...a dress?
But that didn't make any sense. His previous wish had materialized him with only the ruins of a bra and one of Sarah's pairs of panties. But then, he couldn't think of a reason why he had woken up in a cardboard box either.
Suddenly, he heard muffled voices that must have been coming from outside the tiny cardboard chamber. He strained to hear what was being said, but his efforts were interrupted by a catastrophic ripping sound, and his prison was flooded with light. A heartbeat later, and a huge, childish face filled his view, but one that he thought looked vaguely familiar.
A booming, if high pitched voice spoke.
"Oh wow! A Fairy tale princess Barbie 2000! Thank you mommy!"
"I thought it would go great with the others, and I just knew you couldn't go without a complete set sweety!" Another voice answered.
