Whatever Rick may belive, she was still aware - she just couldn't move...or control what she said. But she could hear, see, and even feel... And she felt really, really uncomfortable.
"Th-this is crazy... C'mon, take another picture! This can only get better!" She thought out loud, but instead, this new voice of her's just kept spouting these weird quotes when he pressed her belly... She hated it - her name isn't Chucky! But hearing him call her that - it just made her heart sink... Especially once he began to kiss her. "D-don't give up yet!" She wanted to shout at him...
Being dressed like this - in a boy's uniform, just made this all the more humiliating... Like if the camera was mocking her, purposefully teasing her about her changed gender.
But for the rest of the day, Rick didn't make another attempt. He kept her with him, though, and tried to act like she was still sentient...but it was her voice that he responded to. The false voice she had no control over... Eventually, night fell, and she was left sitting on the living room table. Unable to do anything, left to her own thoughts...
"There has to be some way to talk to him...right? If only I could regain...some control." On that thought, she tried to move her hand, concentrating as hard as she can...but no. Nothing. Doesn't move an inch...
The next day, though, it finally happens - with a half-hearted smile, Rick returns with the camera in hand.
"Well... Let's give it a final shot. If it doesn't get better... I guess someone will like a doll like this. Right, Chucky?" He presses her stomach for an answer.
"Chucky loves meeting new friends!" The voice giggled, much to her actual dismay. But Rick sighed - the camera has probably messed with her personality and mind, he thought, and then took another photo, both hoping that this could only get better.