Sophie was beyond confused. She just wanted to walk into the kitchen to see her sister. Now, she was tiny, couldn’t move, and felt all fluffy.
“What happened?” she thought.
Her older sister was walking around, and finally walked up to her. Willow looked down at Sophie, and made a face of terror.
“Nononononono!” she yelled, “This can’t be happening!”
The yelling hurt the little girl’s tiny ears. She wanted to tell her sister this, but couldn’t talk. Willow picked Sophie up, and looked at her closely.
“Willow,” Sophie wanted to ask, “What are you doing?”
The young woman then started walking into the kitchen, and put the little girl on the kitchen table.
“Am I going to be eaten?” Sophie thought, “I don’t wanna be eaten!”
Willow picked up a strange thing off of the counter, and kept pressing a button. The button didn’t seem to do anything, which made the young woman upset. Then, she put the thing down, and looked at a cardboard box for a little bit.
“Why is Willow doing this?” Sophie thought.
Then, her older sister picked her up, and talked to her, “Sophie, I’m so sorry but you might have to be a doll for a long time.”
“I’m a doll?” the little girl thought.
The young woman carried her younger sister into her room, and set her down on the bed.
“I’ll make sure that you’re okay,” Willow assured, before kissing Sophie on the forehead.
Sophie liked it, and giggled internally. Since her transformation, the little remained a doll that sat on her older sister’s bed, and slept with her every night. The young woman would tell her about how her day went, while hugging Sophie. Then, she would fall asleep, still clutching the small doll in her embrace. While this was what occurred in the evening, the rest of the time was quite boring. All the little girl could do was sit on the bed, unmoving, so obviously, it would get a little dull. Willow would occasionally peek her head into the room to check on Sophie, but that was basically it.
There were exceptions to this, such as…