Your day started off like any other, wake up, get dressed, head to work, taking the bus of course as driving a car has shown far to difficult for someone your height, and start your day.
You walk into work early as you always do to avoid the curious eye of customers and bystanders seeing such a small man work in a doll store, for some the irony results in an audible giggle but you avoid that all together by coming in the back door.
You pound on the back door as hard as your little hand can and moments later are greeted by your co-worker Jessica, dressed in a modest pair of jeans and tank top. The final touch is her hair long red hair pulled back into a single pony tail.
“Well good morning Robert,” she says smiling down at you as she does every day.
“Morning Jess,” you say walking inside, “what’s on the docket today?”
“Well,” Jessica says closing the door behind you, “we’ve got a few things left to do with that new packing machine for those new dolls that just arrived that needs to be finished by the end of the day, but between the two of us, and considering it’s probably gonna be a slow day, you and I can knock that out in a couple hours. That is unless our ‘best friend’ Mandy comes around and had an ‘important job’ for one of us.”
You laugh at her mockery of Mandy. Ever since you and Jess had become closer friends Mandy has seemed to make it her mission to get in the way of you two, whether that being during their break or during their work. You both just chocked it up to her seemingly unexplainable hatred of you, but something deep down makes you think she has some ulterior motive for her actions.
“Well,” you say, clapping your hands together, “let’s get to work then shall we?”
Jessica laughs and walks past you towards the unfinished machine. It doesn’t take very long but by the end of it you’re wiped. Between having to crawl in and out of the service ducts to attach each component hook and having to oil up the gears you are ready for a break.
“Nice job Lil Rob,” Jessica says, stepping down from the control panel, “I’ve wired up the controls so once I connect the power coupling to the doll bin we’ll be set to go, just give me one sec.”
You watch her step past you to climb the attached ladder to the top of the machine when suddenly you hear an all too familiar voice.
“Well well well,” you hear Mandy say from behind you. You turn and see her dressed in her pink skirt and low cut blouse, her modified version of the sales uniform. “Looks like you two have been hard at work. These dolls were scheduled to be on the shelves tomorrow but considering it’s set to go when the first batch get’s boxed I want them out on the sales floor.”
“Whatever you say Mandy,” Jessica says, “I just need to plug in a coupling to the doll storage then it’ll be set.”
“Perfect,” Mandy says, “Leave that to Robert here. I could use your help moving around the dolls to make room for these new ones.”
Jessica steps down from the ladder and looks down at you, “You know what you’re doing with that coupling?”
“Yeah,” you say up to Jessica, “I’ll take care of this, you go and I’ll meet you when you’re done on the sales floor.”
Jessica nods her hand and smiles and walks off with Mandy, you watch the two girls walk out the door and turn your attention to the ladder. Climbing the ladder takes a lot of time and a lot of balance at your size, you fear going too fast would cause you to slip and go plummeting to the ground. Finally you make it to the top and see the coupling Jessica was talking about. You connect the power and the entire machine begins buzzing to life.
After a few moments of warm up you see the arms of the machine begin to descend on the bin of dolls, plucking one at a time and bringing it towards the converter belt where each doll will be diapered, dressed, and boxed up for purchase.
You start to make your way to the ladder but the smooth metal surface of the machine, as well as the vibration of energy coming from it causes you to lose your footing and plummet down into the new doll storage bin.
The fall didn’t hurt so much thanks to the fact that these dolls are brand new, state of the art dolls, with a soft, skin like texture as opposed to their much cheaper plastic counter parts. You struggle to get your footing as you look over and see an internal ladder on the far side of the bin. You do your best to rush to the bars of the ladder, staggering on the doll surface and just as your hand is but a few inches from the ladder you feel a metal claw grip you around your waist.
“Noooo!” you scream as the machine plucks you up from the bin and deposits you on a conveyer belt. The machine is quick as lightning, effortlessly removing your clothes, diapering you, and pulling a big pink dress over your head.
The machine stands you up and pulls your short hair back into two small pig tails. The final touch is a large pink pacifier being shoved into your mouth and wrapped around your head. You then feel the arms pin you to what feels like cardboard and twist ties wrap around your arms and legs, holding you in place. Finally you are deposited into a large box with a clear plastic front putting your trapped, dollified body on display for anyone to see.
You feel the arms move your box and place it on a pallet next to about a couple dozen real dolls, as well as placing a few behind you before the entire pallet is pushed away from the machine so it can start fresh.
You try to struggle from your bonds but are unable to get them to budge even a bit, your only hope is for Jessica to come back and see you’re gone and maybe put two and two together.
As if on cue you see Jessica burst through the door. At the sight of her you double your efforts to free yourself or just try to get her attention. Unfortunately for you Jessica seems to be too preoccupied to pay much attention to the new dolls, instead you see her hope inside forklift and begin driving it to the pallet you’re currently on top of!
The forklift connects with the pallet and the whole thing is lifted a few inches off the ground, driven through a wide door into the salesroom, and deposited in the center, a place of honor for new dolls.
You can only stare in terror at the room around you as a few young girls walk up and down the aisles, scanning the new dolls. You try to remain as still as possible as the girls prod and grab at the shiny new toys they could buy!
“Thank God it’s a slow day,” you think to yourself, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself, “after awhile the girls are gonna realize I’m gone and have to see me!”
Unfortunately for you, just as you finish thinking those words of hope you feel the box being lifted into the air. You open your eyes in shock and see the face of a…
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