Daisy walks back to her room, carrying you in her hand. You are used to hold it, but not to be hold in it. You start to realize how small and helpless you are. Whatever she has planned for you, it’s not sure you’ll get out easily.
Taking you to her room, still firmly holding you, she runs to her toy box and opens it. You try to speak, to tell her to turn you back to normal, but your stiff face keeps its smile, trapping your words behind a smile. After searching in the box for a minute or two, she raises and looks down at you.
“I thought I had nice clothes for you, but I can’t manage to find them.”
“Clothes?” You think, before understanding that your own clothes didn’t change. You were so busy panicking about the transformation that you didn’t immediately see you are now naked, displaying the muscle body of a Ken doll to anyone who would look at you.
Your sister looks at you and smirks.
“Well don’t worry Dolly, I know how to solve that issue.”
She lays you on the floor, and points back her finger at you. As you as finally free of her grip, you realize you can actually move a bit, around your now body doll joint… but before you can figure out what to do with this mobility, the glittery beam hits you again.
At first you think nothing happened, as you don’t fell anything. You try to sit down and a cascading rainfall of blond plastic hairs combined with a new body balance corrects you. The massive hand of your sister suddenly enters your line of sight while she picks you back.
“Now time to dress you, Barbie-dolly!”
She carries you to her desk, among a box of various doll accessories, and proceeds to dress you up in a fancy lavender doll ball dress with pink bows. You try to scream, to fight against such a feminine attire, but all in vain, as she completes the look with matching heels and a pink bow to hold your new ponytail.
As she turns you around to brush your hairs, you get a glimpse on the desk's mirror. There is no trace left of you. All you can see is Daisy playing with a doll.
“You are such a pretty doll Damian!” She stops to think a second “Wait no that sounds so wrong. I can’t have a pretty doll like you named like my lame brother”. She seems to think a couple more second before finally smiling “I know, you remind me of this princess with your dress! You’ll be Sofia!”