This choice: You did nothing, shaking in fear... • Go Back...Chapter #4Frozen Daisy by: Unknown You knew that you had to do something, but as someone beyond your dollhouse room clicked the alarm off, you couldn't think of anything! All you could do was freeze in place! Sounds of footsteps made you shudder in fear as they moved about the room, but you couldn't move a muscle! Well, if you had any muscles in this plastic body at least. All you could do was lay on the floor and put on a cute smile the way Daisy would!
'Please don't look in here, please don't look in here...' You thought nervously as a shadow is cast over your room. You were facing the other wall however, so you couldn't see who it was looking into the room. Bracing yourself for being picked up, you luckily didn't have to endure being played with like a doll yet as she walked off! Though as she walked away humming, you knew it was your sister Jillian.
As the door slammed shut, you slowly turned around, amazed you could have gone that long without blinking or even breathing! Guess this body came with more than just the appearance of a doll. Taking a deep breath, you tried to figure out something you could do.
"Okay..." You sigh, pausing at the sound of your voice, "I even sound like Daisy..." You cringe. Though it would probably sound a lot weirder to a lot more people if your normal, masculine voice had been coming out of Daisy's mouth. Now that you had some morning light, you could tell just how shiny and plastic-like your body looked, aside from your fabric dress at least.
"How could Jillian afford a doll this high-quality?" You asked yourself as you twisted as much as the doll's joints would allow, making you feel a bit restricted. Brushing your dress off, you sit down on the hard, uncomfortable bed as you racked your head for a plan of action. Had Jillian somehow been the one to do this to you? Using some little sister magic to put your soul into a princess doll for your humiliation? Or was this something else you were dealing with?
"Well I can't just stay here..." You mutter as you stand up, slowly stumbling toward the window in your plastic doll heels. Sitting on the ledge, you reach down to pull the shoes off. But to your shock, you couldn't pull them off! They were a part of your feet! Narrowing your eyes, you kick the wall beneath the windowsill, "Of course it wouldn't be that easy..." You frown as you stand back up, trying to keep balance as you turn to look out the window.
Thankfully Jillian hadn't gotten back from whatever it was she left to do (you assumed breakfast). But you knew she was a fairly quick eater, and it was also the weekend, so she'd be eager to have some fun with her freetime. Looking down, you swallow nonexistent saliva as you learn you were on the top floor of the rather large dollhouse. You definitely wanted to avoid jumping if you could, but did the dollhouse doors even work in here? You couldn't remember...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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