You wake up feeling dizzy, both from your induced sleep and from the fact that your air supply was limited. This realization immediately put your mind in focus. Moving a bit reminded you that what had happened seemingly moments ago was real, and that you were still imprisoned inside a tiny doll's body, which in turn was encased in a tight, creaky prison. Thinking your situation couldn't get any worse you take in your surroundings. Or so you meant to. You found that you couldn't move from your current position other than the gentle wobble. You were not lying down, despite having been unconscious; instead you were sitting down. You could only look around using your eyes, and even then it was hard to get a clear picture because of the thin layers of latex over them. All you could do was look at the doll sitting across you. It looked like you were both in one of those pretend tea parties that kids throw for their toys, complete with a tea table and set, and both of you were the toys!
You struggle, or try to, but all you manage is a faint creaking from your perfectly smooth latex skin. That is when you heard the distinct sound of heels, which by now you've learned to associate with the "queen".
"-Oh my darling you're awake! It's unfortunate that you have to become one of my cute prisoners but I can't have anyone just spilling the beans on my secret magic operation. You see what I do isn't exactly legal in the magical world; there are laws for that you know... However I've found myself in quite a predicament. Ever since I was caught "abusing" my magical powers they revoked my magic license and sapped the magic out of me..." You were surprinsingly calm and could process everything she was telling you, maybe because of her magic, you thought. Maybe she was doing this so you knew exactly why you were suffering this fate before she let you rot in this prison. In any case, she seemed almost hurt when she said the word "abusing", as if she didn't agree with the fact that someone would consider any of the things she was doing unethical. Somehow you felt they were right. Whoever "they" were. This gave you a bit of hope that someone had the power to save you from this fate, even if right now there was nothing you could do about it. You had no choice but to continue listening to her monologue.
"- Hey are you paying attention? I can tell whether or not you are you know? Anyway, when they took my magic away, I was left with an insatiable need for it. In earthling terms I am what you would call a "magic junkie" and my fix are vials of pure, distilled magic. That man you saw at my store is one of my providers, and he has a thing for dolls like you. Usually the deal is that I take the essence from a magic user, he distills it for me and I give him the doll with the now magic-less person inside. Only people with innate magic essence inside them can distill magic, meaning that I can't do it myself, not anymore. Of course, in your case, I wouldn't be able to get my fix so I didn't want to give you to him. For almost spoiling my whole operation with your overbearing curiosity, I wanted to make you my pretend daughter. However, I saw the fight in you when you ran away. I knew I wouldn't be able to give you that much freedom. Had you agreed to be my lovely daughter and helped around the store you wouldn't be in there. You getting in the doll and posing to fool me just made me have a much better idea for your punishment. Turns out I have a thing for control. Who knew huh?"
Why was she telling you all this? Why make you calm enough to rationalise it? Could it be that she intended to keep you this way forever, and that she was sure you wouldn't be able to tell anyone about this? Or was she just messing with you?