You wake up some time later, still enclosed in the warm comfortable darkness of the kangaroo plushie. You don't hear her talking or humming anymore, and you reach up to try and open up the pouch again. As much as you feel around, though, you can't find the opening. You reach up with both hands trying in vain to find it, but to no avail. You finally hear the roo, laughing a bit.
"Stop it, sweetie, you're tickling me." she says
"I can't find the opening." you tell her
"That's because I've sewed you in."
"Sewed..." you trace along the edges of what does indeed seem like a seam. "...why'd you...oh geeze..." you say as it dawns on you that you've been tricked.
"That's right, baby, you're mine now." she says. You try to struggle, to rip the seam apart but your hands seem to just push smoosh against it, as if your fingers had no bones. You can feel your fingers pressing together and shrinking, undoubtedly becoming plush paws. You cry out and try to struggle out of the warm comfortable prison, but this only causes more laughter from the roo lady. You feel a softness in the center of your body that moves quickly outward, plumping your belly out and changing the shape of your legs into cartoonishly large kangaroo paws. You can feel that softness reaching your rear and push outward as a large tail forms behind you.
"Lemme out!" you cry, the words sounding strange as your face pushes outward into a muzzle, a pair of diamond shaped ears forming atop your head as your own human ears disappear. You can feel an odd tickling sensation as your body is coated with thick plush fur. As the fur completely coats your body you shiver as a strange tingle courses through your soft plush body.
"L-let me out." you say, weakly.
"Say the magic word." she says to you.
"Please?" you ask.
"No no, dear. I think you know the word I want to hear. You're not getting out until I hear it." she says as though she were admonishing a child. You do know what she wants to hear, but to say it seems as though you'd be giving up. Still you're new body as proven incapable of escaping. You swallow, which feels strange with an entirely plush body.
"Mommy." You say to her reluctantly. As the last syllable leaves your plush mouth, however, it feels as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Your mind feels lighter as you finally remember everything. You're a plush kangaroo, and the pouch your in belongs to your mother. You laugh at the silly notion that you were some human walking around a carnival being chased around. You're still laughing when the seam holding you in seems to split of its own accord and the threads retract into your mommy's pouch. The first thing you see is your mother's face smiling at you.
"See? Now was that so hard?" she asks.
"No, mommy." she says. She reaches in and pulls you out, sending you out to play, but telling you not to go far.