As you were wondering how you could move as a living Barbie doll, you suddenly hear the shower turn on. Odd considering this was still a plastic toy house and shouldn’t have running water. You originally thought it was the giant girl outside, but no, you could clearly hear it Above you. (This was a three story mansion set with your bedroom under the bathroom.)
You cautiously made your way up the white spiral staircases to the pink bathroom on the second floor (still naked by the way) you open the creaking plastic door slowly into the pink bathroom and see someone clearly moving behind the shower curtain humming. The room was steaming hot, condensation started to cling to your plastic skin, emulating the sweat of your nervousness you were no longer capable of producing.
You took one step in front of the other into the steaming room, your narrow plastic toes making ripples were the water collected on the uneven pink plastic tiles. Soon you reach the curtain. You grabbed a pink brush of solid plastic that worked better as a bat considering it’s thick bristles. You were now so close to the thin plastic curtain you could see his form moving.
You tear open the thin curtain and reveal a mountain of perfectly chiseled muscles. His skin was the same color as yours, with your same blue eyes, but unlike you his hair was short and solid. Also unlike your thin weak female body, his was a beef cake of muscle, covered in water.
Dripping down his pecks bigger than your head. His bysepta’s and abs all made you want him more than ever. His long ... ok ... there was nothing there but smooth plastic there, but hey, at least his other features more than made up for that. This wasn’t a doll made for girls like you. THIS was an ACTION FIGURE.
There was only one man this could be. Ken, Barbie’s boyfriend since the early 1960’s.
You ogled for what felt like hours, he was unaware of your presence and you took the opportunity to commit every part of his body to memory. The way he moved. The way he washed his body. Soon he noticed you and smirked.
“Morning Barbie.” He said not at all embarrassed about you spying on him cleaning himself. “Care to join me?” He offered letting someone space for you to enter the plastic working shower with your real plastic boyfriend. Why not? You were already naked after all...