"I want to stay like this," Lucy said. "Being a real, living doll is really hot."
"Yeah, it is," Mary conceeded. "Before I let you go, I have a couple questions for you."
"Shoot."
"I want to compare notes on your breasts and pussy," Mary said. "Tell about your breasts. While I can see that they're the same hard plastic as the rest of you, I can't see your nipples. Can you describe them to me?"
"Sure." Lucy felt them over. At her current size though, Mary couldn't make out details. Then Lucy yelped slightly.
"Well?"
"The tits themselves are hard plastic like a doll's. Though I suspect they've gotten bigger. They were C Cup, now I'd say they're DD's." Lucy looked up at mary and continued. "As for the nips, they're plastic, but closer to a rubber. And very sensitive." The doll girl smiled.
Mary jotted down a note on her notepad. "And your nether-regions?"
Lucy finished stripping and felt around.
"Ooh!" she shrieked.
"Yeah?"
"Smooth as can be, won't ever have to shave again. But I can fit fingers in there and I'm getting all wet. Veerry sensitive." She drew out the word 'very'.
Mary finished jotting down and looked at her friend. "What do you want to do now?"
Lucy thought for minute before replying. "I'm a doll now. Tie me back into the box and put me on your shelf for a couple hours. Run more experiments, play with me when you have time."
"Okay," Mary said. "What your boyfriend? Steve wasn't it?"
"Ooh," Lucy said thinking. "Take my phone and text him that I'm going to out of town and off the grid for a couple days. Write it from me. Then I've got an idea."
"Okay."
Mary sent the text and then tied her friend into the Barbie packaging. "What's your idea?" she asked as finished twisting the waist tie closed.
Lucy smiled. "Mail me to Steve," she grinned.