As he was admiring his new face in the vanity mirror, he heard a noise behind him. He just had the time to turn to face the door of the room before he felt himself freezing. He couldn’t move anymore and saw his mother enter the room. He guessed it really was like in Toy Story : he could act freely only when he was not in sight of a human. The backside of “Toy Animation” he guessed.
His mother, now towering him as she was multiple times taller, seemed upset. She looked around the room, staring at all the toys laying around. She angrily called.
“Suzy !”
Still unable to move, Jeff heard his sister, and he realized now owner, walk up the stairs. She came into the room and faced her mother.
“Is there a problem mom ?”
“Yes there is young lady. I told you countless times to clean your room. Look at this mess !” Said the mother, pointing at the room.
“oh yes sorry”
Suzy began to pick up her toys and put them into boxes. She reached for Jeff and picked him, she gave him a look and slightly frowned. Frozen, all the dollified boy could do was stare and smile, but he was internally terrified by how helpless he was at this moment. He wanted to scream, tell her who he really was but no words came out.
After a short moment of hesitation, she dropped him into a box among others Barbies. One more was laid above him then Suzy closed the box and moved it around her room. To Jeff, it was like a massive earthquake. All he could see through the plastic of the box was a blurry light, partially masked by the hairs of the toy covering him. It kept on for a few seconds then stopped. He heard some muffled voices then it was silence again.
Trapped in the box, he could move finally again. He managed to move away the doll above him and sat on the pile of his plastic clones. That wasn’t something he had thought of initially : being unable to move around humans, and being trapped in a toy box. Trying to get rid of the girly thoughts the button had put on his mind, he started searching for a way out. He needed to get back to the Chronivac.
He tried to push the lid but he couldn’t even make it move a little. He looked at the other toys in the box in a semi -darkness. They all had the same face as him: blue eyes, everlasting smile and blonde hairs, and were wearing various outfits : fairy, princess, ballerina, bikini… His bimbo side admired the dresses but his mind was clear enough to understand that he needed to focus. There were obviously no tool to help him out. He could do nothing but wait for someone to open the box and leave him out of sight long enough... or for the transformation to time out. But could he even retransform if there was no space for it ?