Rachel was starting to panic, her mother had shrunk a little and looked no more older than 6-7, with her big yellow sundress and long blonde hair in two pigtails.
"Please put me down! we have to fix this " Rachel shouted, being no taller than 12" her voice didn't carry much distance and sounded more like a squeaking toy to her mother.
"But toys are supposed to be played with silly " her mother replied
"No please I beg you, I need to figure out what's happening " Rachel shouted once more but realising that arguing with a small child isn't going to work she bit down on her mother's finger forcing her to let go.
"Owwww " cried her mother as Rachel was dropped to the floor she quickly got up and turned around, the dolls form had progressed, it looked about the size of an adult human and its features were becoming more defined.
deciding she needed to get away from her mother, for now, she began to run towards the door but after a few steps she suddenly feels her movements becoming sluggish and she falls over panicking more, with the last of her strength all she can do is turn her torso. positioning her self up against the wall.
the adult looking doll had started moving, towards her mother, Rachel began calling out
"Watch out! the dolls walking up behind you d- s-om-- " Rachel cut out mid-sentence, the muscles in her jaw just stopped working. as hard as she tried she couldn't get her mouth to move, even use her vocal cords.
"There there Kimmi, it's okay," said the transformed doll as she picked up Rachels mother,
" Mummys got you, you just got pinched by the doll joints sweetie that's all, its an old doll you see "
She motioned to Rachel, who suddenly felt like her skin was on fire as the last changes took place, her once natural-looking body becoming distorted and shifted to that of an old porcelain style doll. Her skin becoming pale white with a slight coat of shine. Rachel found her vision becoming fixed as her eyes turned to painted eyes. the vibrant yellow sundress fading ever so slightly and becoming embroiled with old-style stitching. doll shoes and accessories forming over her. Laying there still Rachel looked like the perfect toy doll for a princess. One that had been handed down for generations
Kimmi looked up from her mothers embrace and looked at the doll. Her mother walked over and picked up the motionless doll.
"See sweetie its fine, you know my mother gave it to me when I was a child, maybe you'll do the same. Now make sure you look after it.
- she said as she handed the doll to her daughter.
Rachel was screaming internally, not being able to move in any way but being conscious throughout all of this.