Once everyone had left, Edwin, no Ellen, simply stood in place, seeing no other option in front of her. Now, she really wished that she had brought her permission ship, something she had thought she had done before. Perhaps it was some of her childish mindset that led to this, but it didn't really matter to her now. Even if she had been turned into some kind of animal, at least it would've been better than staying still like this.
Hours and hours passed, Ellen wishing that she could do something as simple as scratch her drawn-on nose. Jokingly, she began to attempt to raise her hand to do so, only do be shocked when her straw filled arm actually moved upwards. Quickly, she tried to move the rest of her body, and found that every part of her responded.
Aside from her mouth, however, as she found no way to talk out of these bimbo like lips Ms. Santos had given her. It wouldn't do well to hear a scarecrow talk anyway, so that was relatively fine.
Ellen couldn't help but look over her body, inwardly groaning at how much it was made to look like an extremely feminine woman. Running her straw hands over her hips, she couldn't help but feel like a caricature of some bimbo. "If Ms. Santos did this intentionally...." She trailed off, letting the situation play out in her mind.
Still, she wasn't sure if she could move off of her post, however...