She stayed in the bag for what seemed like several days, enjoying the sensations of being jostled around as the clown picked up and moved the bag. She was mostly alone in her thoughts, except for occasional new items joining. None of them spoke as she could, so she wasn't sure if they were people before, or just items the clown had collected. She pondered her situation. She was enjoying the sensations of her new form, rubber and squeaky, but she felt like she was missing out on something. It took her a while to figure it out, but she knew that she'd never have the full whoopie cushion experience without letting herself be sat on. At first, this realization was fraught with fear. The clown was very clear that if that ever happened, she'd be stuck as a whoopie cushion, and she'd never be her human self again. This started as something to be afraid of, but as she spent more time in the bag, she started thinking of how bad it really would be to be a whoopie cushion. It certainly offered an interesting life where she would only ever feel wonderful sensations of being filled with air...and she imagined that it felt equally as wonderful to have that air leak out of her. Perhaps that would feel even more amazing, she thought.
"HEY ROLY POLY!" she shouted. "CAN I COME OUT?" she asked.
The bag opened and a big hand reached in and gently picked her up.
"What's up, little whoopie?" He asked.
"IVE BEEN DOING SOME THINKING...I KINDA...MAYBE...WANNA BE SAT ON!"
"You do? You know that will seal the transformation, don't you?" He said
"YEAH! I KINDA LIKE IT. AND I WANNA KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE."
"Should have known!" he said with a laugh. "Well, let's get you sat on. Shall we..."