originally by shadow
Patty gives a sigh of defeat, “Fine,” she mumbles as she takes the solvent out and sprays it on you.
Almost instantly you feel your mobility return, “Now, put Jilly down!” Lucy said.
You look up to your sister smugly, “Yeah Patty, you heard Lucy, put me down.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Patty warned, “there’s plenty of brats who’d want to have a beautiful little doll like you.”
Patty returns you to the ground, and you run to the twins, “my heroes,” you say hugging them in gratitude.
“We want to invite you to our tea party, Jilly,” Sam told you.
You gave a gasp of enthusiasm and began talking in a bad British accent, “why I’d consider it an honor to attend your tea party ladies, and I believe this gown is perfect for the occasion,” you added as you took the dress from Sam.
“You can change in our closet,” Lucy offered, “and we have a box if you want to put your clothes somewhere.” Usually, the girls would just strip you down themselves, so you smiled that they were letting you dress and have a special place for your clothes instead of just letting them get mixed in with the dolls clothes.
“I think Jilly should be the queen!” Sam added.
“I agree,” Lucy smiled.
You laughed too, in the twins fantasy world the queen was usually the boss of the rest of the girls (the princesses), and often the girls always picked Patty to be the queen. “Oh girls, you want me to be the queen?” You asked grinning over to Patty. “Well, in that case,” you were now once again using your bad Brittish accent, “let us go, Princess Sam and Princess Lucy, you may prepare the royal tea as your queen makes herself ready.”
“Yes, Queen Jilly,” the girls recited.
“Let me carry you, Queen Jilly,” Sam offered.
“Of course, Princess Sam,” you announced as Sam and Lucy took you to their room.