Time passed and Jeff was still not changing back. He didn’t remembered setting a time limit, and began to wonder if there was even a default one or if he had to change things manually. He didn’t wanted to stay a toy for eternity, and definitively decided to go back to Chronivac as fast as possible. But for that, he needed to wait until his sister, his mother or anyone else, to open the box.
Until then, he was trapped here. He looked again at his similar cellmates. His bimbo thoughts seemed to fade slowly when the button was not pressed. He had tried alcohol once in friend’s basement, and it kind of reminded him the feeling he had with that button : a certain loss of control and time perception. “If I am to be locked among other dolls, at least I can try to enjoy it … and it should help me pass the time”. He placed an arm of a close Barbie on the button and pushed it a few times. Every time, news girly words came out of his throat and new girly thoughts about dresses and boys popped into his mind.
Not really aware of what he was doing, he started to crawl in the box, checking the other dolls outfits. He was so amazed by how pretty they were. He wanted to be pretty like that too ! After a little time, he finally spotted some clothes on the bottom of his plastic cell and grabbed a dress that caught his sights. It was a big puffy pink ballerina dress, a sugar plum fairy one. Maneuvering among the toys, he managed to undress himself and put on the outfit. He spotted a pair of matching ballet shoes and put them on as well. He glanced round but saw no vanity to do his hair correctly. He finally set them into a ballet bun style, tied with a pink lace. He felt pretty.
Jeff spent more time admiring the dolls and their outfits, and picturing himself kissing an handsome Ken doll that would tell him what a pretty girl he was. He thought of how he would love to date him and caress his muscular and plastic torso ! He would be such a happy Barbie !
He was not sure how much time had past since he was locked but he eventually regain conscious of what was happening. The light out had faded, and it was almost dark. The dollified boy was hearing voices outside, and the light was turned on in his sister’s room. He tried to understand what they were saying but it was too muffled. He perceived some move around the box but nothing else. He wanted to scream, to call his sister for help, but he couldn’t talk. After all, he was just a toy.
More time passed, and the light turned off. His sister was sleeping. He now add to wait until morning in the best scenario…