The picture showed what looked like a younger girl's room. It was bright pink with stereotypical designs and other such things scattered about. The only thing of note was that it had a bunch of shelves with loads of dolls on it. Jake was about to question what it was about when he felt reality shift. When he regained his senses from the nausea it caused, he was starring at the girls room, with Mr. Jameston still taking a picture.
Jake wanted to say something but he found his lips could no longer move. He tried to move his limbs or turn his head but nothing happened. He looked around the room and glanced a mirror on the other wall. Where he should have been standing, was a doll. It looked like him a lot, if he was a girl and made of plastic that is.
He now had his curly brown hair even curlier, bouncing out from his head and past his shoulders, though it was probably fiber. His face was cuter looking with what looked like paint that resembled make up and a permanent smile. He was wearing a poofy pink princess dress that covered all of his body but his now stiff arms.
He wanted to scream to Mr. Jameston to take another photo but the effort was wasted. Jake could just glance over and see what looked like a doll with long blond hair in a bow that resembled Mark. He tried to ask if Mark was ok or aware but he couldn't hear him say anything. The doll that was his friend just stood blankly at the room.
Suddenly, a little girl with wavy red hair and a freckled face came running into the room.
"Daddy?" She asked. "Why are you taking a picture of my dolls?" She asked.
Mr. Jameston knelt down and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh don't worry Mary, I'm just making sure that we can get insurance on your toys if anything bad were to happen." He reassured her.
"Okay!" She happily yelled and went over and started drawing on some pieces of paper. Mr. Jameston walked away and Jake could only watch as his only hope of turning human again walked away.