This choice: "to put Jill in my bag to take home" • Go Back...Chapter #4Your Mom's Hobby by: Derpus   originally by superdude9
“I’m sorry girls, but it’s time for me to go home. I need to take Jill home with me too.” Patty explained to the girls. They sighed in sadness, and handed you to Patty. Patty grabbed you from them and dropped you into her purse. She waved goodbye to the girls, and then left the house as Gary entered.
Patty walked out to her car and got inside. Before leaving, she pulled you out of her purse. She smirked down at you in her hands.
“Oh Jill.” Patty teased. “You look simply adorable like that. However, I think you could look a little better.” Patty pulled a make-up case out of her purse with a devilish grin. You had absolutely no idea what she was going to do to you.
Patty observed you closely. You had been placed back into the blue satin dress, and your face was still frozen in a smile from what the girl’s had done to you earlier. Patty immediately realized what exactly she was going to do to you.
She dabbed a little bit of lipstick onto your lips, dying them a bright red. She also carefully applies eyeliner and eye shadow to your eyes, making you look gorgeous. Lastly, she added a dark touch of foundation to your face and hands, changing your natural pale complexion to a deep tan. When Patty was finished, you looked nothing like your normal self.
Satisfied, Patty placed you back inside of her purse, and drove home. Once home, she retrieved you once more from her purse, and carried you through the front door.
“Mom! I’m home!” Patty called out. Within seconds, your mom walked into the room. Right before she did though, Patty held you behind her back, and out of sight from your mom.
“Hello Patty.” Your mom smiled. “How was babysitting?”
“It was great. The girls are just the cutest. Jill and I had a lot of fun.”
“Speaking of, where is Jill?” Your mom wondered.
“Actually, Jill decided to stay over at their house for a while, maybe even a couple weeks.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I can’t blame her. The girls are just so cute!”
“But school is still going on, right?”
“Yeah. Uncle Gary is going to drive her to school each morning. He’s cool about it.”
“Oh. Okay then!” Your mom nodded. You couldn’t believe that she had fallen for Patty’s lie. You hated how good of a liar your sister was. People always believed everything she said.
“Guess what mom? On the way home, I bought something for you!” Patty grinned from ear to ear, her grip on you tightening.
“What is it dear?” Your mom inquired, confused.
“This!” Patty pulled you out from behind her back, and held you out for your mom to see. She held you upright by your shoulders, so your mom could see every inch of you.
“Oh my god! Patty!” Your mom exclaimed. You hoped she was exclaimed because she recognized you, but then you realized what Patty’s master plan was with a shattering thought. Your mom loved to collect dolls!
How could you have forgotten? Your mom was obsessed about dolls, and she displayed them all in the living room. She had over thirty different dolls. The girls had dressed you up, Patty disguised you with makeup, and now your mom was about to accept you as a gift!
Your mom grabbed you from Patty, and held you in her hands. She flipped you over and over, admiring every detail of your body. She felt your hands and face, loving the smooth texture you were “made” with. The chemical had hardened your body so you felt like a normal plastic doll to her. She stared closely at your face, soaking in every detail. Unfortunately, she did not recognize you underneath the layers of make-up.
You had hoped she would recognize you, but you knew how her love of dolls clouded her mind sometimes. Once, years ago, Patty had used the same chemical and turned you into a doll. She had given you to your mom as a gift, and she had graciously accepted you. You were stuck on the shelf as a display for over two weeks before you were rescued, but not by your mom, but by your dad. However, your mom appeared to have forgotten about that incident completely.
“Patty!” Your mom embraced Patty in a big hug. “This is wonderful! I love her! This is one of the cutest dolls I have ever seen!”
“I’m glad you like it!” Patty smiled back, and then walked up to her room. Your mom immediately placed you on the shelf, sliding a few other dolls over. She took a step back, admired how you looked on the shelf, and then left the room.
You were in a terrible position and you knew it. As much as you didn’t want to repeat the past, it appeared to be heading that way. However, this time, your dad might not even recognize you with all the make-up Patty had applied. You might be
stuck on the shelf for even longer!
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