Even though Kelly had been picked up like a doll several times in the last few hours alone, she was still not used to the sensation. Never the less even as Sara's pudgy toddler fingers wrapped around her, Kelly took a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived as the toddler turned away from the door.
Kelly was about to protest when she remembered she had to work her words very carefully. Sara was usually a lovely girl, but she was still a toddler and had been known to throw a tantrum when not given her way. Kelly remembered how she used to dread Sara's outbursts even when the teenager was normal-sized. Kelly took a deep breath before speaking with as much sweetness as she could muster, "Sara Sweetie, where are we going? I have to go potty, remember?"
"Potty icky," Sara replied.
"What?" Kelly questioned.
"Potty icky," Sara repeated, "you have to stop playing and find the bathroom; that's why my dolls and me wear diapee's instead."
Kelly felt her heart sink at being compared to a doll. "Sara," Kelly commented, "you do know I'm not a doll, right?"
Sara giggled, "of course you're not a dolly, you were my big cousin, but now you're little like a dolly. It's just like you wanted, and I gonna take care of you just like I promised!"
"What?" Kelly repeated. Suddenly, Sara let go of Kelly with one hand and began searching her dollhouse before pulling out a doll diaper. At this point, Kelly completely forgot about working her words; there was no way she was going to let herself be changed into a diaper by her two-year-old cousin! "No, Sara, please! I'm too big for diapers!"
"You're my dolly now," Sara said as she roughly took the jeans off her shrunken cousin, "and my dollies all wear diapers!" Sara pinned her cousin to the roof of the dollhouse and diapered her. "There, now Kewy can go potty in her diaper, and we won't have to stop playing." Sara glanced at the jeans, "these hard to get off; we get you something else so I can change you easier." Sara left Kelly on top of the dollhouse as she went to search her toybox for an appropriate garment.
To Kelly, the drop from the roof of the dollhouse to the floor was about a fifty-foot decline. Therefore, Kelly had no choice but to wait for her cousin to pick her up again. Kelly sighed; waiting for Sara on a dollhouse roof or waiting for Megan in a doll crib, was this how toys lived? That question sparked something in Kelly's memory. A few weeks ago, Kelly was babysitting Sara, but she had homework to do, so to keep Sara quiet for a while, she put on Toy Story 4. Kelly was finished with her homework when Sara cried out, "wook, Kewy!"
Kelly looked up to the movie and saw a doll that was being lovingly embraced by a little girl Kelly remembered thinking how easy that little girl must have had it. "Wish that could be me," Kelly had said.
"You wanna be dolly?" Sara asked.
Of course, that wasn't what Kelly meant, but the look of innocence on Sara's face prevented her from correcting the toddler. "Yeah, Sara, it would be great to be a doll, don't you think?"
"If you dolly, I pway with you? I pwomise I take good care of you," Sara inquired.
Kelly chuckled, "sure, Sara, I would love to be your doll." Kelly remembered how Sara squealed. That night Kelly took Sara up to her room and let the tot pick out her clothes and brush her hair as one would do to a doll.
"Kewy!" Sara cried out, snapping Kelly out of her thoughts, "I find dwess!" Sara proudly proclaimed as she held up a yellow tutu. Sara ran over and held out a hand to pick Kelly up, but the teen protested.
"Sara, could I dress myself this time?" Kelly asked.
"Okay!" Sara happily replied as she gave the outfit to Kelly before she went back to her toybox.
Kelly thought about losing the tutu but decided it was best to give into Sara this time, and maybe it would help the toddler see Kelly as her older cousin once more. Therefore, Kelly took off the shirt Megan had forced on her that morning and slipped the tutu over her body. Her new outfit did little to hide her new diaper, but Kelly decided she needed to swallow her pride for now...